What's up?

Nope, this is not the first blog that I'm writing. It's not my first day of university/school or moving to a new town. This is not my first time being in love, with all the drama inspiring people to write their music and poetry and gah. Sappy stuff. 

It's my end posting weekend though. Now that's a big point. That aside,  

It's a collection of first times. My first times. 

We're the tech savvy generation. We have wonderful pictures of every practical(and non-practical) things that we do. Everything gets uploaded somewhere. Picture after picture, news feed after news feed. And where do they all go after 10 more people post something and your news feed becomes "load old messages"?

Where will those pictures go to, if we don't make sense of them? 

A picture speaks a thousand words. 

That's just what pictures do. They speak a thousand words. 

Where would pictures be without words and words without pictures? I hate those thick text books that's all words and no pictures. They're no fun. The best lullaby, I say! 

One of the best things about growing up is being able to recount the memories that were you as you grew. Some sweet, some bitter. Some memories are just there without an axis. Redundant. Still, they exist. Therefore, I am. And, they are. 

 I'm going to write those words. 

 Put those thousand words to a picture. Let those "load old messages" go and still having something worth remembering about.

I'm going to write those words. 

And hopefully, make more sense of this clumsy, clumsy world and the system that we all call home.