I have to admit: my last post was quite curt and somehow incomprehensible.
Yeah, it was my emotions taking control of my brains and body.
You don't have to be genius to know that venting out once in a while really helps maintaining our sanity.
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Anyhow, I don't think I've ever mentioned this before, but I've moved out (sorta) from my house and was on my way to pursue further studies abroad.
Up until now, I haven't experienced much hardships...perhaps it's because I'm still living with my brother. And of course, the fact that my parents and families take turn to check on me a few times a day somehow wads away the feeling of being away from my home.
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So, as for the title...
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I have this...cliche outlook on my supposedly new life: I see it as a blank canvas.
And right now, I'd like to call as the brainstorming session, since I haven't exactly got anything planned in my head yet.
Yeah, moving to a whole new place has its perks. You could be a total new somebody and nobody would come to your face and say, "This is not you. You acted differently. Is there anything wrong with you?"
No. You would be free to splash any kinds of colour on your picture.
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I'll stop here. I promise I'll write more tomorrow.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I guess.
P.S. Pink is my UNLUCKY colour. Keep that in mind, Future Self.
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