Olog

Looking at these photos of my past, it was so fleeting. A fleeting moment in time where worldly boundaries doesn’t meet. Knowing bar none, it was a memory down the lane where people seems like a saint that I look upon them as a stargazer that never wither. A fleeting moment of time that whiz by a thousand years of a lifetime that felt like a yesteryear.

Oh my, I wish the test of time that flees from my intelligence thoughts never wane as I age. The emotional intelligence never crease to amaze me but failed to instill the intelligence influence that I long to tap my enterprise since young. I never knew why the world seems so big yet so small, so round yet so flat but knowing all people’s mind which has a different perspective views having their stories interwoven before their generation time that has never shared or has been spared a thought that has elapse like yesterday.