15 33… found it amusing to see how people fall in the infatuation phase. Such period is so sick, I must agree, so frustrating, and yet can be lovely in its innocent and pure self. (When I grow old and look at my young self in his foolishness and craziness, surely I shall chuckle and laugh to myself). I find myself plunging into the endless pit of such insanity time and time again, though I wonder if I’m worthy of even taking a step into it at all. In a mature self, I dismissed such thoughts as useless and worthless dreams, though I find myself still lapsing into my childish identity. I shall not go into details regarding it, as I have for the many past entries.15 38… It is Wednesday, the third day of my holidays. Time flies steadily to my prelims, and my preparation for it however has its ups and downs. I must say that I’m not at all totally committed to my academic studies. I feel I must persevere, as some have. Gradually I guess…15 42… I was browsing through the blogs of my friends, perhaps even of people I do not know. Maybe in some ways I’m inspired by these entries. I feel reading blogs has been a very beneficial activity. Perhaps it’s from there I can know the people that I’ve never spoken before, know people from the words they mention and even of the wisdom they sometimes display, of their talents (Eryn in particular with her astounding creativity has impressed me), as well as the entertainment that they may provide, though often I see the more pessimistic side of people lamenting and venting. Many a times, I feel like writing to these people and yet see the pointlessness of it. Mainly it’s because most of the writers are females and it isn’t as applicable for me to relate to them. Nevertheless, through my recreation in reading these blog entries, I find myself really affected by a girl who I do not know. That was one year ago. I remember stumbling into her diary, and got attracted to her experience as a Christian. I feel guilty, however, for interfering with the privacy I guess, yet I supposed I choose to ignore the guilt. I stopped later on but I found out recently that she just ‘coded’ her diary, much to my disappointment I guess. But such isn’t my prerogative anyway, and thus I shall not mind. I guess that diary did shaped my Christian life and I thanked that stranger for that. What am I writing this for? Perhaps to motivate other writers to continue writing… They shall have at least an avid reader…