22th Mar 2019: Busy Until Siao

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When I was using Dayre, I wrote diligently all the time. It was convenient to post something and I wish Blogger made it easier for me to write my thoughts out too. Under Google, I thought Blogger would grow and become better. Yet it has remain stagnant for a pretty long time and I guess it's expected. Blogging seem to be less popular now since there are so many other ways to share out one's thoughts.

Despite lapsing in my entries, blogging still holds a very special meaning to me. I still look back at my past entries. Good or bad memories, I am thankful they were recorded. It reminded me of things I want to remember, and reminded me of the lessons I learned when I recall things I don't want to.

It's 3.46pm in the day as I am writing this. Sitting down on a canteen table at UWC East. Working here is more peaceful than working in the office somehow. Maybe this is how people feel when they work at a cafe, although... I still remain my stand that I will be even more distracted at a cafe.

I work best at home, with a huge ass table space.

To be honest, I also have no idea why I am writing this entry. Maybe to get rid of the guilt of not recording what has been happening in my life, neglecting my blog. But at least next time when I look back, I know exactly what the shit I was doing on this day, at this time, during this year.

Lol wtf.

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