It's been a long time.
In the span of a year since The Whimsical Olive has been updated, so much has happened. Currently, I'm stuck in a three day quarantine as a requirement of Hong Kong's travel policies in order to study here for four months. I was about to lose my mind to boredom until I found this old gem--I forgot it had even existed. However, as the name of this blog suggests, this is the blog of The Whimsical Olive--posts are spontaneous, freespirited, and random. I never liked forcing myself to write on a regular basis unless I have legitimate inspiration, hence I gave up on becoming a professional writer long ago.
It feels so strange to be writing again--this part of me that I have buried deep into the ground like the treasures on Monte Cristo--I am finally digging them up again and taking revenge on my enemies (just kidding). One thing I was always afraid of was introspection; writing became too painful, too raw, and made me feel too vulnerable. Perhaps there was a time period where I revelled in these emotions but I felt self absorbed doing so. But something I've learned over the year is that those emotions will always be there, they are never gone, only repressed. They come out in ways you don't expect, outbursts that are random, and discomfort that feels alien. The easy way out is to run away. The hard thing to do is to face your demons.
