Some days I feel like it's only been a short time since I last wrote here, but when I take a look, 1.5 years have actually gone by. You know what they say about time moving faster the older you get? It's so true.

Whenever I take to writing here, it's only because there's literally nowhere else and no one else I can tell this to. And it's always, ( Read more... )

I love writing here, even if it's only once a year. Because nobody knows this exists--or at least, they don't anymore. After all, it's been a decade since anyone I know has been religiously posting here on LJ. 2021, gone in just a flash. It's like the last 2 years didn't really happen; everytime I think of "last year", I think of 2019. Because ( Read more... )

Isn't it ironic how when you look back and think about how you once imagined the future, you realized that you were way, way off the mark? People who you think would always be a part of your life, a part of your heart, have now become perfect strangers?

I always thought that we'd be friends. That we forged this connection through a tumultuous time ( Read more... )

You know what I realized yesterday on the drive home from work? That driving somehow brings out the philosopher in me. It’s odd, I rarely feel as serene as I do when I’m driving. At night, mostly, in good traffic (nobody could possibly be serene in bad traffic). I remember long-ago nights, back in college, when I’d drive home from some club or ( Read more... )

Ten years ago, I wrote a post on how I felt upon watching Nodar Kumaritashvili die on live TV during CTV's broadcast of the Winter Olympics. Today, I managed to spell his last name correctly from memory alone, which is probably a good indicator of how much that horrifying event has etched itself in my mind. It was such a shocking reminder of how ( Read more... )

I succeeded in rereading a few hundred of the staggering 777 blog posts that live on this site. And I noticed a few things (lately, it seems like all I've been doing is noticing things and analyzing them with an imaginary microscope).

1) My writing gradually improved throughout the years. When I first started this blog at 18, I was (aside from ( Read more... )

I have to admit that starting to write on here again has been strangely refreshing, and I’m taking so much pleasure in being able to express my thoughts into written words once more… without an audience. Especially without an audience. What have I done since I rediscovered this blog after so many years?

One of the things that I’ve done is… reached ( Read more... )

Many years ago, I came across this Oscar Wilde quote above and it has been my journal title ever since. It's been one of my favourite quotes for a long time, but I had always taken it to mean something like this:

We're all stuck in this roller-coaster, oftentimes unpleasant journey called life, and whilst some elect to keep their eyes trained ( Read more... )

This must be some sort of record, posting two days in a row for the first time in what must be close to a decade? It’s probably a symptom of my lack of an outlet to write creatively anymore. Part of it is also because I write here with the knowledge that nobody reads this any longer, and as such, I’m free to express my thoughts without so much as a ( Read more... )

6 years since my last post. 16 years since my first. Half a lifetime ago. It's been a long, long time since I re-read any of the posts that I made here as an angsty teenager. Some made me cringe, others made me laugh, a few made me marvel at what a little wise girl I was, but most reminded me of events that I'd forgotten... and feelings that have ( Read more... )