it's not too late
i've been reading my old blog posts that originate from way back and just when I reached the 5th click of 'previous page' it dawned upon me that this blog frenzy during secondary school / JC was more of an outlet which reinforced reflection (and heck, nurtured writing skills - is that even me writing it this seems 10x better than my current standard of written English), than a platform for frivolous time-wasting and mindless recounts of the day and week as it would have seemed in the past. i was brought back to those small fractions of my life which i would not describe as moments i would ever want (or even imagine) to relive. it was like a gradual pit forming in my gut as i read on, opening up to this whirlpool of flashbacks of happenings which (though i will continue to regard with disdain) managed to stir up feelings which were (strangely) settling and (strangely, again) almost able to twerk the edge of my mouth into a half-smile. if i were to describe them in a single adjective, it would be one that was lying between
...tbc