My moment of blogging was brief and pretty uneventful for the most part, but it served its purpose. As a tool for reminiscing... and for that I am immensely grateful.
But then I look back at the gap that was 2010 and 2011, and I realised that without any written proof, it's like it almost didn't exist.
Okay.
that sounds extremely ridiculously dramatic. But when I mean it doesnt exist, I don't mean that a chunk of my life was swallowed by some rupture in the space time continuum, or that I randomly lost my memory or anything like that.
But then I look back at the gap that was 2010 and 2011, and I realised that without any written proof, it's like it almost didn't exist.
Okay.
that sounds extremely ridiculously dramatic. But when I mean it doesnt exist, I don't mean that a chunk of my life was swallowed by some rupture in the space time continuum, or that I randomly lost my memory or anything like that.
But rather I lost that spark, the trigger.
Everytime I read a blog post, it pulls me back to that time, it reminds me of the way things once were.
Its kind of like whenever I walk into an internet cafe, the smell of a dozen computers over heating from a day of heavy usage, mixed with the smell of sweaty asians, carefully concealed by the comforting smell of some sort of generic air freshener, packed into a tightly concealed windowless room, never ceases to reminds me of my first homestay's room. I remember walking in there for the first time. He was attempting to show me how to play Counter Strike. I think I was 12. I ventured into his room only to be hit by this particular smell. It was so distinct that I remember it to this day.
So what does that have to do with blogging?
to be honest, everything and nothing.
well like most things that relate to time, the point of all this babbling about ourselves is written and based purely on the fact that we know one day, in the near or distant future, we will look back at this post and remember something we have long forgotten.
Maybe a memory, or rather a memory of how we once used to be. We read in hopes of seeing if we've grown or matured in these past years, or in worst cases to see how far we've fallen from our prior selves. Either way, there's something nice about trying to keep track of your life.
For instance, now, I regret not keeping track of 2010, because that was when I had my first serious relationship. I wish I could've seen its high's and low's and maybe would've been able to pinpoint where it all began to crumble. I just hope I don't make the same mistakes.
well like most things that relate to time, the point of all this babbling about ourselves is written and based purely on the fact that we know one day, in the near or distant future, we will look back at this post and remember something we have long forgotten.
Maybe a memory, or rather a memory of how we once used to be. We read in hopes of seeing if we've grown or matured in these past years, or in worst cases to see how far we've fallen from our prior selves. Either way, there's something nice about trying to keep track of your life.
For instance, now, I regret not keeping track of 2010, because that was when I had my first serious relationship. I wish I could've seen its high's and low's and maybe would've been able to pinpoint where it all began to crumble. I just hope I don't make the same mistakes.
And actually after much thought, I guess that's why Facebook did that whole timeline thing.
apart from the fact it makes it some much easier to fb stalk people.
(oh joy were the days of clicking older posts 20 times)
but it gives people a chance to reminisce on their lives, and I guess thats the point of keeping an online blog or anything tbh. So that we can just sit there and reminisce and see how much we've changed physically and mentally.
apart from the fact it makes it some much easier to fb stalk people.
(oh joy were the days of clicking older posts 20 times)
but it gives people a chance to reminisce on their lives, and I guess thats the point of keeping an online blog or anything tbh. So that we can just sit there and reminisce and see how much we've changed physically and mentally.
To be honest, re reading the past few years, I dont think much has changed within me. Except now, I may be possibly a little more optimistic than I was a pessimist. Perhaps its now time to call myself a Optimistic Pessimist.
And good God, after all these years of not writing, I sound terrible.
oh well.
practise makes perfect.
Funny thing is, I always find myself blogging around December. I guess its when we're most free.
oh shit. now the birds are bloody chirping. guess thats my cue to sleep.
Good night world.
I hope to see you again soon. :)
Good night world.
I hope to see you again soon. :)
