Hello everyone! It’s been a while. I know I promised to post one every week, and a month has passed since the last one. I actually do have several drafts in my backlog somewhere but thought they weren’t blog worthy or even profound enough if I could put it as such. Fret not, here I am!

Do you remember a while back where I reflected upon the creation of this blog? I wrote that this blog initially started as a story blog and that it was only much later I came out with more opinionated columns. It turns out that I was wrong and that I’ve had opinionated pieces a long time ago.

I was talking to some of my friends about how we used to have Friendster back in the day. (The site where you have your own custom layout and songs playing in the background. Only three of your friends post a testimony on your profile and upon further introspection, you realise you have a very miserable and sad profile. Sorry, that wasn’t you. That was me.) Well, think Facebook but colourful and for hippies. Then, I remembered I used to have this blog in high school. So, I decided to browse for it and it was still there!

Forget about this current blog people. This high school blog is really where it’s at. (I do recommend proceeding with caution for the sake of your sanity. If possible , try reading it with a Malaysian accent because that’s how I wrote them. You think I’m making this up. I’m dead on serious.)

I read out some of my posts out to my sister and my brother-in-law. There’s one segment that I particularly enjoyed. It read, “Green can also be referred as colour of zombies. haha. green zombies. i don’t know why can’t there be red zombies. maybe our vomit colour is green that’s why. if our vomit colour is red, that is not good news.” It turns out that I didn’t know how to capitalise my sentences and that my randomness level was at an all time peak.

So, my sister decided to take a picture of me laughing and send it to my parents. She captioned the photo saying, “He was reading something he wrote when he was a lot younger. And they were both laughing uncontrollably.” My dad then asked, “What were you reading to them?”  Oh, sis, why? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT? NOW, THEY ARE GOING TO KNOW ABOUT MY EMBARRASSING BLOG. GOOD ONE SIS.

So, I told them about it. Both my parents binge read it in an hour. To be fair, they both actually know the existence of this current one but they have completely forgotten about it since my very first post. It is quite interesting when I look back on what I’ve written. They were raw, unfiltered and straightforward. It was almost as if I didn’t abide to any rules or protocol of writing which made it more imaginative and chaotic but simple and grounded as well. I also referenced God far more often than I do now.

Do I wish to write like that again? Probably not because I arrange my thoughts and discern information much better. It’s only natural that my writing evolve and not plateau. The university travails and our current information age has challenged us to be more critical in our thinking and to reflect on our lives on a deeper level. It’s what I try to impart in my blog anyway but in the midst of that, I forgot about the beauty of the childlike innocence.

When I was in my teenage years, I used to go to dinners with family friends. One of my dad’s friends will bring their son who was 6 years younger than me. As he was so much younger, he always wanted to move around and can’t sit still at the dinner table. I’ll go outside and play some games with him. Looking back at it, it wasn’t so much of me accompanying him but rather him giving me a chance to be a child again.

In search of the profundity, I place great emphasis on my writing to be of the best possible quality in accordance with my capability. However, life does not always offer us great new moments to be put into writing and searching for those moments only means we’re missing out on what is already good. There is always something so beautiful about thinking like a child and just learning to have fun wherever you are at.

I don’t even find my high school blog embarrassing anymore, which is why I’m sharing it with you all. What I had was good and will always be a treasured memory of mine.