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Read my archives from all the way back in lower secondary (they’re all privatized FYI, i’m hyper-paranoid when it comes to cyber information).

Felt a sense of homecoming. Writing here is where I feel most myself, the me that remains constant through the past decade.

Yes my writing has changed vastly, what I write about is far from my teenage ramblings. People important to me, some have stayed and others left. New people. New friendships with old friends. I used to post with astounding frequency: three posts a day at my best. These days I have maybe one post every three months. I, myself, have grown so much. But there is something there – a voice, a shade of something – that I recognize as distinctly myself.

The slow death of this blog always seems imminent but it never happens. It has survived against all odds since it started 11 years ago. Will it be here when I cross more milestones in life? Sometimes I read about my past and marvel at how unpredictable my soon-to-be future can be.