that's my niece, kenix. i found this among my heaps of archive. she looks really different now. growing up is just part and parcel of' life.alright, i screwed human communication's presentation up. i felt so lazy to speak up. for instance, about the overdress>underdress question that an indian guy brought up during Q&A. my mind flow through possible answers but my lips seem to be nonchalent about it. so it's shut throughout.
i don't know why but i don't like to talk, i feel uncomfortable even talking to my close friends. i somehow/somewhere forget about how to communicate.
oh yah! the cabbie said there's no sight of any jackets at the backseat. i feel demoralised now. i think i'm not really affected by the fact that my jacket went missing, or rather, i'm just getting used to having things that i adore/cherish to be gone in any minute.
i supposed, the jacket doesn't wants to stay.
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