life's mean reds.

blogging seems almost foreign to me now.
the past few months were far from being uneventful, rather the most exciting ones i would say since i first arrived in sydney.
yet sometimes in life, just like how those events itself were fleeting, so were those emotions and moments when you felt as though you were bursting to share to the world with were too. there were times guilt gripped me; a side of me rebuking my lack of initiative which often ended with a vague resolve to "drop an line sometime about that thing that happened then", which led to nothingness, more often than not.

and soon, the significance of the past dims; the present, the moment, is all that matters. it shouldnt. but it does.

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