2020


Can't believe that I would still breathing in this new year. Heh.

How does it feels to keep on striving?

It is because of AJ's motivation video. I keep hanging on because of that. And perhaps, maybe that is why I want him to keep stay alive. I know it is too much to ask. But I just want AJ to stay alive.

Hey AJ,

I am glad that you seen all my stories. I am glad to know that you are still alive. I am so proud of you AJ and I won't stop praying for you.

What ever happen, just know that I would be here and you know where to find me if you need me.

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