(6th September)
I know that this blogpost is supposed, as shown as the publish date, to be done on 3rd September, but I wrote this today whatsoever.
There is only one real reason for all the late posts these weeks: I couldn’t think of what the write. I mean, of course, I’ve got a lot to say and write, but they were all trivial stuffs. As a result, every time when I finally sat down in front of my computer, I’d already forgotten what I had planned to write! Therefore, I decide to talk about the only thins I could think of about my life, which I have just kept this to myself, for this week’s blog.
My future is full of uncertainty; meanwhile, lots of possibilities. There are a lot of things I would like to do, and numerous plans that I’d like to achieve. However, like those “trivial stuffs” I would like to say on this site, I am not as passionate to pay much effort for it. For instance, I often plan to devote myself into the publishing industry, simply because it would be suitable for me, I guess, perhaps; And sometimes I imagine when I gain some wealth, I will have my own bar. But when I’m alone, and think serious about what would I really want to do with my life, I found none of theses are something that I would spend my life onto.