On Preservation
This blog may disintegrate into the ashes of oblivion. I understand that my paltry excuses can no longer sustain its life.
This space initially started because I had to rant about a teen’s first-love and A-Level frustrations. It then became a way to keep in touch whilst overseas, to muse about cultures and societal expectations; to bridge the gap between my past and present. More recently, it became a way for me to keep my sanity when I truly did fall for someone, swimming against the tides as my barrier exams opposed the emotional suffrage; cut into half, split into two. My heart and mind were in pieces.
But it came together. And it doesn’t mean that I now live without drama, not without fodder nor reason to commit; I just don’t feel that my life has to be written as often now.
Which is why my posts have been far too few in between, their content not quite tied down by a common theme. I don’t want this to resort to a page that pens down the inconsequentialities of routine. Nor am I ready yet to let go.
So, to the (roughly) five people who read my blog still, here are my apologies should you did come by long before, only to be graced with the same stalwart absence.
This post should count as an update; an indication that I am still living life. 
This blog will not die! *mouth-to-mouth*
Comment by Ted — July 28, 2009 @ 10:34 am
well, just so you know, i like reading whatever and whenever you write. so write when it’s enjoyable to you, don’t feel obliged to update, it’s not a job
Comment by elia — August 1, 2009 @ 9:38 am
Thanks a lot for those appreciative words, guys. It does make me feel a lot less guilty!
Comment by pinkmutton — August 2, 2009 @ 1:00 pm
of course your living life~!! hello! u’re mus! and u’re coming home sooooon!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!
Comment by soffiah — August 5, 2009 @ 2:43 am
and then i realize how kental i am. pls switch your with you’re. thank u mussy.
Comment by soffiah — August 5, 2009 @ 2:44 am
mus!!! i’m excited have you found out?
Comment by mun — August 8, 2009 @ 9:28 am