The title should be: Do you know where you’re going to…. by Mariah Carey.

No, I won’t talk about the song, nor the music, nor the lyrics, because I know not a bit about them. I want to talk about the sweet sweet memory it brings back.

The memory when I was still a 3rd-year-undergraduate student, living in a house named “blue house”. No no, don’t be mistaken, the name doesn’t mean something related to triple x, sadness, or etc. It means literally. The house was painted blue inside and outside, and the furnitures were also blue. It’s a big beautiful house actually with a good air ventilation and nice girls living there.

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