Hello there.

It's been awhile, and I've been busy. But on a rainy morning like this, I decide that I should write. I haven't been writing a lot, and that's pretty sad to me ):

People have asked me "Why don't you write like those bloggers who use it for their portfolio eventually, with posts that mean something? Like inspirational." Well, to that, my answer is still No. There are many people who end up using their writing on the net for their portfolio or for professional reasons but I started this as a means of detailing my life, and it will remain so (:

The best thing about writing here is being able to type the way I want to, without a care for the language or the importance of my topic. Me, detailing down my life, for myself. The blog isn't meant for everyone to read, but for my friends to know about how I'm doing, and for me to look back on the days I may have forgotten over the years.

I believe that is very important.

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How many of us have actually looked back on life and remembered the days that we didn't do much? The day you stayed home the entire day to do homework, or the other mundane day you went to school and went home?

We remember the day we first tried alcohol, the day my first boyfriend kissed me and the very day I soaked my pillow in tears for my very first heart break.

But the little things and the mundane days shape our lives. There could be 100 mundane days, in exchange for just one memorable one. But that doesn't make them less important because they have shaped our years, our way of life.

I look back on my Secondary four years, and I don't remember much but studying and studying. But I do remember having 402 to help me pull through the days, and meeting the dancers every morning to "try to study" and ramble on about the latest news. It was always about being with each other more than looking at the books anyway (:

But I don't remember how much 402 meant to me, or those mornings. I stopped blogging for a year, and now a whole portion of my memory is left with a blank. I'm not relying on these digital words to keep my memory for me, but to remind me time and again how these people were all that was to my life before I graduated from Nan Hua.

And to think, the days in Nan Hua was definitely the best days of my life.

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My point being, we don't always have to blog for professional reasons or to make us look good. I'm not very into dressing or keeping up with the latest trends, so I don't know how to do a fashion-based blog. I don't wear Make-up and I guess that ends the topic there. I don't have very inspirational posts to help young adults like myself cope with life. In fact, I haven't experienced life yet. My only dream is to dance, and I think everyone who knows that.

I don't lead a very exciting life, nor do I lead a mundane one. I've been a bad student, danced in the rain, cried over silly things, fell out with a friend (or friends), argued with someone so bad, fell in love, regretted my decisions and smiled over my achievements.

But these memories I keep within this space, is what I want to remember for the years to come. There will come a day when I stop writing (though I genuinely hope not), and I'll forget this space for a long time to come. But one day, I'll chance upon it again and read back on the years I acted as a young punk or the days I talked about my ex-boyfriend like we were going to be married.

And I'll laugh at how much I grew from 2009 till the age of my last post in this space. I'll laugh at the changes I never knew were coming in my life, but happened. I'll laugh at how my friends would never believe we used to be like so. And I'll smile in the tears as I read, of the days I've lost but not forgotten. Because they are memories that are kept somewhere, and reading about them opens it up.

One triggers another, and soon after, I'll remember what shaped me into the adult I'll become someday. The life experiences and the boring days, I'll miss them.

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That being that, I think I've made my point.
Have a nice day. It's raining though hahahahaha! I want to sleep.