Was looking through my piles of collections. Found a small sketchbook. An abandoned sketchbook. Heh. I have forgotten that I actually kept one. But apparently, I did. Once. In my first year here. Then, I remembered that I used to make sketches or just doodled to pass my time. Flipped through the sketches that I made, they made me smile. Not because I am good, I am far from it. Heh. At the end of each page, aside from jotting down the date and time of the day - I meticulously wrote a line or 2 of what I thought of it. Or what I depict from the picture I have drawn. And each brings back memories to me, in some ways.

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I remembered I drew this off a classmate's hoodie design. His name is Aaron, from my English124 class. I remembered on that day, our tutor was about 15 mins late. And I spent that time trying to copy the design from Aaron's hoodie onto my piece of paper (he was sitting right in front of me). Then, he turned around and saw what I drew - and instantly, we talked. haha! And subsequently, in each english class - I did not have to worry to sit alone anymore.

Seeing all the sketches that I made, reminded me of some things. The above is an example. Sometimes, I forgot about things. And when I saw the sketches, I remembered what and why I drew them for. How I felt at that time - frustrated, angry and some depressed.. And then, on some pages, I found poems. Writings that I have long forgotten - but now brings me incredible memories. Alright now, I gotta go. Time to dig up my diaries .. and see what else I have forgotten about.

It's going to be an interesting night .... =)