After the lengthy blog post last week, I am reminded of why I loved writing. There is just something satisfying about fingers flying across the keyboard, watching ideas become sentences before I think about them (and without looking at the keyboard. Yes I am proud of the fact I can type without looking). Hence I resolve to pick up writing again... but what do I write about?
Like all good creative types (ha ha), I know the value of precedents, and what better than to read my old posts? I'll have you know I have written 160 posts on this blog, 86 on its predecessor, and at least 8 years worth on my official, public (Mandarin) blog. So I looked.
I'm not sure I liked myself. I whined and complained a lot. Like seriously A LOT. I refer to my final year in undergrad Architecture (2012), where majority of the posts are homework lists or posts about crying, with a few crushes thrown in.
Then again, I suppose I still do that. Me being me, I present a stoic
"I forgot to eat dinner, breakfast, and lunch!"
"I don't think I can finish my work before the deadline!"
"I can't find my Go Card!"
I guess I'm like mom in that way. She seems very organized and easy-going, but my, how she carries on when calamity happens.
So I was saying, I read some of my older posts, looking for inspiration, and thinking I should really update some of the posts to reflect wishes granted, or plans unfulfilled.. *lightbulb moment*, I decide to write a series called "Replies!" Which is like FlashbackThursday, except I'm replying to myself... Nah, it's exactly like FlashbackT. Except "Replies!" sounds better, or maybe "Pingback!"...
ps Just before I hit Publish, I came up with an idea for another series called "the Walk home". #mentalnote
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