Today, Miss Sour Milk mentioned my blog is kind of boring... Which is something that I don't exactly blame her, it is not exactly good, after all, I'm just blogging for fun, not to enter some writing competition...

Than once again, I wonder what am I blogging for? I could not possibly totally let my dark side out anymore, considering that my fellow friends are actually reading it. Humans tend to be slightly artificial, we cannot possibly be true to others, in fact, I don't think we can be true to ourselves either. We tend to change under people's influence, change to fit in. Perhaps our true selves had been lost after going throught one after another metamorphosis.

So while I blog, I tend to keep things hidden, to hide my weakness, or to hide some of my ugly thoughts. Secrets, what define this word? Perhaps it merely stands for unspoken thoughts?

But then again (there's always a voice behind my mind that contradicts my every thought and action), what we youngsters know about? What rights do I, a yougnster have to sound like a philosopher? There goes a chinese saying: "What does a youngster know about suffering? They are merely pitying themselves/making up all these suffering to fill in the lines of poetry."

But then again, this is a democratic country. Although I am a youngling who knows nothing about true pain/suffer, I still have the rights to express my opinions/thoughts. These thoughts are like what people say: a passing thought. They just pass by, and it is gone within the endless swirl of other thoughts.

So, my dear guest, just brush these thoughts aside as the ramblings of another bored teenager, and go on with whatever you are doing. They are really nothing to be bothered about. ^_^