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💚 Monday, January 13, 2025: Wicked 🩷

Hey guys, 5trabri here!

I hope everyone is having a nice start to their 2025. As for me, I’m just looking forward to seeing the flowers bloom at the end of a long winter.

Back in December, I got to watch the 2024 movie adaptation of Wicked, so that’s what today’s post is about (yes, that’s how long I’ve been working on this).

Heroes and Villains

I never watched “The Wizard of Oz” because I don’t like the actor that plays Dorothy—I find her voice irritating. 😂 I guess it’s the same reason that I’ve found myself unable to rewatch classic Disney princess movies. The protagonists all sound kinda similar, and even just thinking about their voices gives me nausea. Blegh. 😅 Although… for some reason, I’ve been able to watch the live-action adaptations of Disney princess movies, no problem. Weird, right?

Anyways, I knew of Wicked, and that it would be an alternative portrayal of characters from “The Wizard of Oz,” as well as an origin story for The Wicked Witch of the West. Overall, its thematic and narrative divergence from the 1939 film sparked my interest.

Growing up, I was veritably drowning in tales of hero’s origins. Harry Potter, Superman, Bilbo Baggins, etc. And of course, many of the kid-friendly, Disney adaptations of disturbing folklore.

I didn’t go out of my way to search for media that differed from the status quo. I didn’t look for comic books, and novels were losing their novelty (I was becoming more and more entranced by video games).

Maybe if things played out differently, I’d get at least some kind of exposure to villain origin stories, which remained elusive to me until my teen years. And maybe that’s just how the majority of mainstream media used to be. The Maleficent movie that came out in 2014 might have been the very first villain-focused media I ever got to see.

The way that my media consumption had a significant lack in variation and alternative storytelling was likely the catalyst that began my fascination with villains and anti-heroes.

I began to see villains in a different light. What is the villain’s story? What makes a good villain? What drives them to pursue this path in life? What makes a villain redeemable?

The best villains aren’t just evil for the sake of being evil, or because writers just need someone to fill that role. Those villains are boring and mediocre. Real villains are complex, and their stories deserve to be told.

Not to justify their wrongdoings, but to teach people about what situations could lead to someone “becoming a villain.” What mistakes they made, how to accept the things in life that are simply out of our control. What healing and self-improvement can do to prevent us from going down the wrong path. At the heart of every villain is their suffering, and the life they’ve chosen as a result of that suffering.

Choosing revenge instead of forgiveness. Manipulation over honesty. Bullying others rather than showing vulnerability. Villains choose to define themselves by their pasts and unprocessed trauma. They don’t want or see a need to heal, and they don’t pursue self-improvement. Villains lack self-awareness and are blind to what they’ve become. Villains justify their evil with their suffering.

Heroes are defined by their pursuit of the future. Never giving up, even in the face of great adversity. Overcoming darkness by finding the light. Understanding that even the smallest acts of kindness can make the world a better place. Always getting up after being knocked down. Choosing hope over despair.

But what needs to be understood is that all people have great capacity for both good and evil. They are two sides of the same coin, and both are deserving of proper narratives.

Equal representation of both sides may even serve to better inform people of their choices, the potential consequences of those choices, and how they want to live their lives overall.

Anything else would be unrealistic, stale, and one-dimensional. Media is about art, and I think that the best art is that which resonates with many.

Game Day

When the teasers and trailers for the Wicked movie adaptation were released, I knew that I wanted to watch it. Finally seeing it in a movie theatre just felt right. I also recognized a few actors, and wondered about their characters’ on-screen dynamics.

I bought tickets online for myself, my sister, and my mom. It would be about a 30-minute drive to the theatre, and we wanted to eat lunch while watching. To make sure we weren’t late, I marked our shared family calendar, and pestered my mom to get ready all morning the day of. 😂 Having a bit of leeway for time was also very helpful. Everything turned out well, and we arrived in the theatre on time.

For lunch during the movie, we had pizza and popcorn, with different drinks (iced tea for me, coca cola for my mom, and my sister had fruitopia). There were also chicken tenders on the side lol.

While sitting in the theatre, my phone fell right out of my pocket. Landing hard on the floor, the violent tapping of glass against concrete echoed. I was afraid to even check for damage. Then again, we were sitting in complete darkness, and I couldn’t discern any significant cracks or scratches using the light from the theatre screen alone. Goodness knows it only happened during the pre-show trailers and ads, so I didn’t interrupt anyone’s enjoyment of the movie. (thankfully, the damage was very minor, and the screen protector took the brunt of it)


Turn Off Your Phones

Now, before I reveal my favourite things about the movie, I am issuing a SPOILER WARNING to anybody that doesn’t want to know what happens. You’ve been warned!


I really enjoyed how characters in the movie kept making up random words that don’t exist. I guess it’s a thing that people do in the Land of Oz. For example, when Madame Morrible (Michelle Yeoh) said “congratu-LOTIONS,” I was like bruh, no way. That was the most unserious moment in the whole movie.

I just really liked the overall humour. Like when Glinda (Arianna Grande-Butera) was talking about the rare books in the library. “We also have them in medium-rare.” Like DUDE, I have never heard that one before, and I kinda wanna use it irl eventually. And later, when Fiyero (Jonathan Bailey) said “I am deeply shallow,” I was like WHAT?! Because that was an actual oxymoron!!! If I had to deliver that line, I’d get recast because of my inability to be serious and stop smiling.

Runner up for my favourite part of the movie: when Fiyero met Elphaba (Cynthia Erivo). It felt so natural and organic—and they were literally in a forest. He met her defensiveness with only humour and gentle curiosity. It was a small healing moment for me because it made me realize that I need more people like Fiyero in my life—curious, understanding, and forgiving of defensiveness. Being met with these things instead of negativity allows for us sensitive people to really think about our tendencies. It helps us to practice mindfulness, and to become more self-aware of our behaviours.

My actual favourite part of the movie: Elphaba and Glinda reconcile at the Ozdust Ballroom. This scene was insane for me because of the emotional rollercoaster it put me through.

I was kinda cringing and very confused over Elphaba’s strange performance, but I didn’t dare look away. There was hidden meaning here, and I was determined to find it.

As the other students were laughing at Elphaba, and even flinching at her movements, sadness began to replace my confusion. Elphaba had suffered all her life from being the subject of constant ridicule and scrutiny. People had always judged her appearance, and she was forced to accept it, and she was forced to behave defensively as a coping mechanism. Elphaba’s outlandish behaviour at Ozdust was her way of reclaiming power and control over her own narrative.

Above the din of callous laughter, Glinda’s guilt and remorse flooded her conscience, extinguishing the loathing that had once burned so intensely. Out of jealousy, she had wished only suffering upon Elphaba for becoming Madame Morrible’s prized sorceress-in-training. But Elphaba truly believed in Glinda’s hat-shaped olive branch, and wanted to pay it forward by asking her mentor to give Glinda a chance.

Glinda’s aim was to inflict shame and humiliation upon Elphaba, but now, it seemed as though she had only done that to herself.

As she gradually connected with Elphaba on the dance floor, I felt my eyes welling up, and my vision began to blur.

It was the gentle music and the sincerity. As strange as the scene may have seemed at first, it had transformed into something so emotional and raw. Glinda was mirroring Elphaba’s every move, connecting with her, not only to reconcile, but to show compassion and understanding. To show a genuine desire for friendship and forgiveness. To show Elphaba that she was genuinely accepting her and all that she is as a person.

Isn’t that something that every single one of us truly desires in our own lives as well? Genuine acceptance, friendship, and love? Understanding and compassion, even for our deepest insecurities?

I was able to blink away my tears in the theatre that day, but writing this allowed me to let go of those tears. Crying truly helps with relieving stress.

Theme Song

We live in a society. Plain and simple.
What’s not plain and simple is each individual within our society.

Every one of us is different and unique. Not fitting into any single category, belonging to any one group, nor restricted by any number of stereotypes.

No one has only one love language, and not everyone fits into only one attachment style. Some of us identify as female, male, both, or neither. Each of us is navigating a separate path through life, dealing with different problems, and striving for different goals.

And so, living in a society is not without its difficulties. Bombarded by strict expectations to maintain the status quo, or forced to accommodate flagrant disrespect as an outlier, both sides experience obstacles preventing the development of self-worth. But it is the overcoming of said obstacles that is the key to true personal growth and actualization.

Choose Your Character

As with any book, TV series, or movie that seeks to convey an important theme, there must be a focus on specific people within the story being told, and these people must navigate experiences that will further their development.

Despite the main characters of Wicked (2024) being so different from each other, they each live in the Land of Oz, a society not unlike our own. It is through their shared struggles with self-worth that we can see how our own society can present the same challenges. And it is through these same characters’ triumphs that we may see potential solutions to our own struggles with self-worth.

The Prince of Winkie Country

At first glance, Fiyero is everyone’s stereotypical prince charming. Annoying, conventionally attractive and confident, but also shallow and carefree. He’s likely had an easy life—always getting what he wants with little effort, and unaccustomed to hardship. Fiyero never had to earn approval or validation, thanks to his good looks. However, there is clearly more to him than meets the eye, and we see this in his interactions with Elphaba.

Fiyero’s behaviour around Elphaba is completely different from how he behaves around everyone else in the movie. As I mentioned earlier, his first encounter with Elphaba felt very organic. It didn’t feel like he was trying to maintain his usual facade with her.

In an interview, Jonathan Bailey himself said some interesting things about his character. To paraphrase his words:

Fiyero sees Elphaba’s vulnerability. He feels compassion for her, but he’s never experienced that before. It goes the other way as well, where Elphaba’s vulnerability allows her to see beyond the mask that Fiyero constantly wears. She sees right through his pretending—how unhappy he is, and how much he’s hurting inside. Elphaba also sees past Fiyero’s appearance—she genuinely values him for who he is as a person, and this helps him to begin valuing himself that way as well.

Before meeting Elphaba, Fiyero had always known that he was only ever valued for his outward appearance. His pretending to be perfect is, in fact, the hard work that he does to secure the approval of others, and to secure his own self-worth.

We continue to see this when Fiyero has clearly developed feelings for Elphaba, but forces himself to stay in his relationship with Glinda. He has such an easy chemistry with her, so why should he give that up?

That whole scenario alone is telling of how much he prioritizes the opinions of others over the choices that would actually make him happy. He consistently betrays himself by hiding who he truly is, and that is where his unhappiness comes from. That is why he is always hurting inside.

Fiyero may have learned a long time ago that no one would ever value him beyond his appearance, so he resorted to shallow behaviour as a way to cope with that. In truth, he hides a deep desire for real, emotional connection and vulnerability. It is only with Elphaba that Fiyero can finally have that. With her, he can overcome his insecurities, and accept himself for who he really is, regardless of others’ perceptions of him.

The Good Witch

Glinda isn’t so different from Fiyero.

From the opening sequence of the movie and through to the end, we see just how much Glinda relishes being the centre of attention. It’s clear that she feels almost a revitalizing empowerment through achieving and maintaining popularity. Surrounded by people that worship her, and people that will always be at her beck and call, Glinda’s self-worth is heavily reliant upon external validation. But what price does she have to pay in exchange for all that attention, and basically having an army at her disposal?

Genuine connection. Similar to Fiyero, Glinda sacrifices true friendship in exchange for popularity and attention. To an extent, they both feel an inability to express themselves with authenticity. They both understand that, if they don’t follow all the rules that others have set for them, they won’t be accepted as they are.

So, what’s different about them?

Glinda doesn’t wear a mask like Fiyero. Glinda is a natural social butterfly and there is nothing strange about her that would cause anyone to question her place in society. She herself has never questioned her place in society either, and carries herself with the utmost confidence, in spite of any insecurities she may have. Her confidence is challenged when Madame Morrible looks down on her, and when she isn’t the centre of attention (that scene where she felt obligated to change her name from Galinda to Glinda in honour of the goat professor that was taken away, Dr. Dillamond).

But Glinda’s very character is challenged by Elphaba at the Ozdust Ballroom Dance. Under false pretences, she had given Elphaba an ugly hat to wear for the special occasion. At the party, Glinda received a magic wand from her idol, Madame Morrible, only because Elphaba put in a special request. Despite their loathing of each other, Elphaba believed that Glinda genuinely wanted to make peace, and followed suit with her own act of kindness. With this seemingly small favour, Elphaba proved herself as a good person and a worthy friend in Glinda’s eyes. And so, although Glinda wished to bask in Elphaba’s shame and humiliation, she seemed to have inflicted those things upon herself. She realized that popularity isn’t everything, especially not if she had to become a bully for it.

When Glinda decides to dance with Elphaba, it is not an act simply meant to cleanse her conscience. Glinda fully understands the repercussions of her actions, and is genuinely compelled to make things right with Elphaba. Not only that, but Glinda saw her chance at the true friendship that she deeply desired all along, something she could never achieve with popularity. Elphaba went out of her way to try to help make Glinda’s dreams of becoming a sorceress a reality. It’s obvious that Elphaba truly cares for Glinda, sees her, and understands her, in ways that none of Glinda’s followers ever could, or ever will.

The Wicked Witch of the West

Elphaba had succumbed to others’ judgement and accommodated it as a natural part of her life. She put up walls, and learned to behave defensively to protect herself from all the rude staring, the whispering, the bullying.

Whether or not she ever chose to make a fool of herself would never matter because of the appearance that she was born with, the circumstances out of her control. And everyone around her only ever saw her for her appearance, instead of trying to understand who she really is on the inside.

Elphaba would always be out of place with everyone else, completely unworthy in their eyes, and she couldn’t do anything to ever change that. All her life, Elphaba had learned a deep sense of helplessness, and was always at the mercy of others’ cruelty and disrespect.

But Elphaba’s character actually bears similarities to both Fiyero and Glinda, which is what allows her to form genuine connections with them.

Elphaba’s defensiveness is her mask. It was borne from being constantly judged by everyone around her, as a result of her green skin. Her appearance always played a main role in her self-worth, similar to how Fiyero’s appearance played a main role in his self-worth.

Elphaba and Glinda share a sense of loneliness, but for different reasons. Elphaba was lonely because she had always seen a need to keep her guard up. She was always the centre of attention, like Glinda, but people were constantly judging Elphaba, looking down on her, and seeing her as unworthy of consideration, so she learned how to pretend not to care. But in reality, Elphaba experienced a deep, searing pain from wanting to belong. She felt lonely because others always made her feel that way, and she learned that she couldn’t do anything to change that. Glinda felt lonely because she was unable to form genuine connections—popularity and being the centre of attention forced her to follow everyone else’s expectations, preventing her from being 100% authentic. One step out of line would show others that they couldn’t trust her, or that she was unworthy of popularity.

But Elphaba heals through her genuine connections with Glinda and Fiyero, and this helps them to heal as well. Elphaba’s character is the key to the theme of the movie: she shows that genuinely connecting with others is what allows people to overcome the obstacles to self-worth that society presents.

It is through Elphaba’s true friendship with Glinda that she finally feels able to let go of others’ perceptions of her, and when she meets The Wizard, she doesn’t make her wish to look “normal.” She asks him to save the animals of Oz.

Trigonometry

So… I watched one spoiler about Part 2. Stuff kept popping up on my Instagram, and I just got very curious, and couldn’t help myself. The entire story seems pretty well-known by a lot of people, given that the musical adaptation has been running on Broadway since forever. The spoiler wasn’t too bad, and it wasn’t even a huge surprise to me either. Ultimately, it will still look different in the movie adaptation when it comes out in July, so I’m really excited to go watch it regardless!

No One Mourns the Wicked

This is my favourite song from the movie because it just feels like a beautiful contradiction. Glinda literally sings with all the munchkins about not mourning Elphaba’s death, but really, she is 100% mourning Elphaba because they were true friends. I would even go further and say that, although Elphaba “died alone,” Glinda is left alone as well, because her best friend died. Oof.

I connect to this song on a personal level too, and it kind of feels healing for me. Over time, everyone changes. Although I don’t really feel the changes in myself, I can still look back and mourn the person I used to be, and all the ways that I was “wicked” to myself. Once upon a time, I barely saw myself at all. Other times, I completely lost myself—being a student, or committing myself to the people in my life. But that’s the importance of self-worth: getting in touch with yourself again. Remembering who you are, and remembering that you are worthy, in spite of all your flaws and insecurities.

End Card

I hope that you enjoyed reading this blog entry! There will be so much more to come for this page, so I’m excited to keep sharing. I love writing, and I know I’m very lucky to have any readers in the first place.

I’m sorry for posting this so late. Going forward, I can’t promise any kind of schedule because sometimes I get writer’s block, or I’m too busy to write anything. BUT, when I do post something, I will alert y’all on my stories. For now, this blog can be a very casual and chill, creative outlet.

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Wednesday, January 1, 2025: If You’re Reading This, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

Hey guys, 5trabri here!

This isn’t the blog entry I wanted to post, but I thought I’d feed my readers something anyway, while I continue to work on my essay for Wicked.

2024 has been a crazy year for me, specifically in terms of change. It certainly wasn’t crazy in the ways that those Pandemic years were, but I’ll just try to explain it the best I can.

I remember being in the Philippines for vacation, and spending time with extended family last January. It was nice to get that relaxation after finally landing my very first job in March of the previous year.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last for very long, and I became unemployed in February 2024. It’s been very difficult, and I’ve had trouble trying to find work ever since. What’s worse, I had a couple opportunities or offers from connections, missed out or passed up on them, and came to regret not taking them when I had the chance. Hindsight’s 20/20.

From February to October, things seemed to go by so fast. Some ups and downs here and there. Continuing to look for work. Spending time with friends and family. Trying my best to help around the house as much as I could. Having a blast working on my YouTube channel. I was comfortable and content, and I thought that only the best was yet to come, as long as I continued to work hard.

I got to finally visit some awesome extended family in Ottawa, and that was really cool. The sightseeing was next-level, and I got so many cool photos and videos from that trip.

Some time after that, I experienced a sudden and significant loss… I won’t go into much detail because I want to keep it private, so I’ll explain it vaguely first, and then speak in metaphors.

For months, there were signs, but I ignored them and was in denial. There was nothing I could’ve done to prevent it from happening, and the wheels had been in motion for a long time. I wasn’t mindful or self-aware enough to see how unfortunate events were unfolding to stack the odds against me. The misunderstandings had piled up, and it was too late to do anything about it.

It was the point of no return. In my emotional state, I lost my self-respect. I know better now because the magnifying glass had always been purposely aimed at my flaws, and the rest went unseen. People don’t just suddenly quit their jobs—they realize how unhappy they are at work, plan out how to tell their boss in advance, and then they quit.

Many factors were at play. Oil and water didn’t mix. Software became overloaded with demands. Different plants grew under different conditions. And then, organ donations got rejected. It was always meant to fail. Even from the beginning, disaster was inevitable, and I would have warned my past self all about it.

October to December of 2024 was gruelling and painstaking for me—it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. In this moment, I feel regret. I wish I could go back to where it all started and make a different choice, just so I wouldn’t have to go through this loss today. In the next moment, I may feel happy and grateful for the lessons this loss taught me. Learning is important, and is part of the process towards personal growth. Healing is not linear, and grief comes in waves.

This year, I feel that I will have amazing experiences with amazing people, and I feel ready to become a brand-new person. I feel ready to leave the past behind.

My 2025 will be dedicated to me. Self-respect and self-improvement. Self-trust and self-love. And of course, self-worth. Healing, moving on, and letting go.

Thanks for reading,
and Happy 2025 everybody!
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Friday Dec 20, 2024: Creative Writing

Hey guys, 5trabri here!

This week’s post is about writing creatively.

Looking back on my student days, writing in general was one of my favourite things to do in school, along with gym class, cooking and baking, sewing, and science class.

I especially remember a time in grade 6 (so I was like 11 years old), when I had to write a creative assignment for language arts, and I worked really hard on it. I created my main character, and others to support them. Of course, there were also the plot points, settings, and the life lesson that I was trying to get across to my readers.

The story was about a girl that discovers she has powers one day, along with a great prophecy to fulfill. Her best friend accompanies her on this epic journey. Together, they overcome difficult trials. I can’t remember what I wrote for the end, but I remember the life lesson. Through my story, I wanted to show readers the power of true friendship, and how it can help anyone overcome even the most difficult of life’s challenges. A pretty common theme in children’s media, but still significant nonetheless. Looking back, it might have been telling of my own personal dreams and wishes.

After everyone submitted their assignments via USB stick, there was some time needed for grading. I will always remember my nerves, lining up to hand in physical assignments, printed out, or on a flash drive with my name on it.

Here comes the crazy part of the story.

The day finally came for the teacher to return everyone’s creative assignments. I remember it being very quiet in the classroom because we were given free time to catch up on homework. Suddenly, I heard the teacher call my name, asking to have a word with me.

My stomach dropped. When I got to the teacher’s desk, I asked if I was in trouble. They smiled and reassured me.

Next thing I know it, I’m being praised for my assignment. The teacher was only using positive words to describe my work, and I started to feel strange. The floor seemed to vanish from my feet—I felt so happy and proud of myself in that moment. My hard work had paid off, and I was being acknowledged and validated for my efforts. I was also pretty embarrassed, but I still managed to say “thank you” after receiving the teacher’s kind words.

And then I was gently asked if I wanted to read my story to the class.

The circumstances had abruptly changed. I felt myself tensing up, not needing much time to imagine what the teacher’s offer entailed. Standing at the front of the class, speaking to all of my classmates, AND being stared at?

I paused to think. I knew that the teacher was offering something good—it was my opportunity to make my mark by taking credit for my work. But my logic was swiftly encompassed by my emotions. I was terrified.

Further back, in grade 4, I had to do a presentation on my favourite book at the time. It was from the Pixie Hollow Series, and not even my very first presentation (that was probably show and tell from earlier on in my childhood). Long story short, as I stood up at my desk to face my classmates, I suddenly felt everyone’s eyes on me. Public speaking was never the same after that. It had become a significant phobia of mine ever since.

Back to grade 6…

I politely declined the teacher’s offer, avoiding eye contact because I feared I was disappointing them. The teacher seemed to encourage me, asking if I was sure about turning down the offer, but my fears continued to cast their shadows over my desires to share my passion for writing. I assured the teacher of my choice, and they honoured my decision.

However, the teacher still asked if they could at least be the one to share my writing with the class, while maintaining my anonymity. Even though I wasn't ready to take credit, even if no one else would know that it was my writing, the teacher still felt the need to acknowledge my talent. I gave my permission to share my work with everyone, and returned to my desk.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I made myself comfortable in my chair. The teacher had saved a copy of my creative assignment from my USB, and displayed it on the classroom smart board. They spoke about how talented the anonymous author was, then began to read my story aloud.

All I could think about in that moment was how kind the teacher was for giving me a choice, rather than forcing me to do something I wasn't comfortable with, while also making sure that I felt acknowledged for my hard work.

These days, I know that leaving one’s comfort zone has always been and always will be a good choice. It’s how people learn and grow—you make mistakes after taking risks, but then you know better, and you can do better next time.

While I may have squandered my chance at expressing my love for creative writing back then, this blog allows me to make it up to little grade 6 me.

I’d also like to thank my grade 6 language arts teacher, who believed in me that day, even though I wasn’t yet ready.


Now, here’s a very special short story that I’ve been working on for some time. After finally completing it, I feel that it’s ready for sharing. This work was inspired by Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift (one of my many, many favourite songs), so please enjoy!


Summer Storm
by Bridgitte Garcia

Street lamps sparkled in the darkness.
Their light refracted in countless fleeting droplets, like angels falling from grace.

I appreciated their company from my open window because the dark clouds obscured what naturally twinkled in the heavens beyond.

Glowing steadily, the brave sentinels continued to ward off opportunistic heathens of the night.

Flashes of light continued to reflect in my watchful gaze. Each splash emitted perfect waves of kinetic energy, only diminishing in pools of their slain brethren.

Sturdy, wooden pillars held their ground, green canopies recoiling with every impact, as unyielding as the pouring rain.

Only the occasional gust of wind could provide a much-needed respite from the unrelenting downpour. I breathed in and closed my eyes.

A wave of relief washed over me. The refreshing scent of drenched Earth cleared my mind, and lifted my heavy spirit.

Thunder reverberated across the pillowy clouds and shook the very sky, as if to give reality itself pause.

Lightning found its mark.
Infinite possibilities, infinite potential.
Striking with no hesitation.

Even as the storm ended, its influence remained in the stillness of the Sun’s rays, which pierced the darkness, giving way to the blue sky.


I hope you enjoyed this blog entry! I wanna diversify as much as possible—variety is the spice of life, after all.

One more reason that I made this blog was to inspire others toward creativity and self-expression.

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