Sit alone in a room for a while
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And then ask yourself, are you happy with who you are?
For me, the honest answer is no.
But does it make a difference? No, it doesn't change anything, except to remind myself (again) that I must continue searching for the thing that makes me happy with who I am. And I think this thought also makes me more humble.

As I search, I shall continue to have lots of fun!

But oh gosh, the sound of a raw bluesy voice with guitars is unparalleled.
E.g. In Chiangmai, we were walking around the night market while dudes in different pubs around the area were singing their souls out to the night air with a guitar slung around their shoulder. Lovely.
My next memory associated with Chiangmai is that all of us except 1 suffered from food poisoning. I vomited the night I came back from Chiangmai. Mum has diarrhoea, aunts vomited. Doctor attributes it to ice (made from unboiled tap water).
One day, I will visit UK, and the bluesy musical areas of US like Oregon, Nashville, what else? Not sure yet. And I'll sit in all the open-air restaurants with live bands and have my dinners there.
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Turns out I'm not all that happy with who I am but I'm very happy with my dreams. Not sure what that means. Pretty sure it doesn't mean anything though.