I think, if I were an artist, I would paint pictures, and burn them.. like what Chen Wen Hsi did.. because each time I relooked at the stuff I've written, photos I've taken, handicrafts I've made, down to the things I've said and done, there's always something that I would like to change, something I would like to add on, something I'll like to delete away.

I am being fickle-minded? Or am I a unknowing perfectionist? Did I spend too much time looking at the past? Or am I being reflective? I don't know..