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Welllllll this is the public blog, so the things written here should be more-or-less stomach-able. ;) So I guess this is where I say the mandatory line:

This blog documents the thoughts and growth process of:
A free soul roaming the world in search of some meaning to life.

Pretty sure that's not the exact way I phrased it when I had my old blog skin but WTV HAHA.

Oooooh wait I think I wrote it as "lonely soul" instead of "free soul". But hey guys I've grown out of that emoshitz phase already alright ;)


人生就是要盡情地瘋 / I am a free soul.

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Monday, April 9, 2018 @ 10:17 PM
A foggy world(?)
I don't write down my feelings as much now as I did in the past, and the things that I write about have changed. I used to be more concerned about people of the opposite gender - whoever it is I was having a "crush" on or whom I was more preoccupied with at the moment - and affected by how they treat me, but now I'm more... stable in this regard, I suppose. That's good. Now I'm more concerned about my future goals, and the general direction in which I want my life to take. Looking back at the recent entries within the past year, I'd say that this is something which has been taking up a lot of my mental space. But I guess I can safely say that I'm closer to the light than I was in the past. Last time, I'd be wandering around in the fog, and not see anything at all. Then there reached a point where some light started to come into my foggy world, but because of the nature of fog, the light is dispersed; I see the entire fog being illuminated, and it doesn't help me any more than darkness does. And then now, I've pushed through the water vapour enough to see the light starting to narrow down. I can almost see where its source comes from, if I keep pushing forward in the same direction. Although I know it'll still be a long way to go; the fog being me is still illuminated, albeit to a minutely less extent than the fog in front of me - and that's how I know where to go - but it'll still take a while for me to reach the source of that light. But it's definitely better than darkness. Or an all-round illumination. Definitely.

Who knows, maybe the further I trace the source of this beam, I might suddenly find myself coming face to face with a mirror and realise that the light was only reflected in the current direction due to that mirror. But I'll deal with it when that comes. Most importantly, for now, I at least have some sort of direction to follow - some sort of hint regarding where I should go next. And this makes all the difference to my world.

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