Genevieve
You forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.
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Saturday, January 3, 2015
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Finally brought myself to use my laptop. I really hate typing.
Safe to say that this NYE topped last year in terms of how rubbish it was. Conveniently on the 29th, my mum and I had a huge blowout so it was an awkward affair this year. Really just me being ignored by my parents and my sister feeling obliged to keep me company in my room after dinner until midnight. Fights always erupt during the festive season, guess I was fulfilling family destiny. At least Christine and Suk were there to keep me company virtually.
I finally finished Catch-22 on the 30th. Second half of the book took a solid seven hours and I'm pleased to agree with Suk about the ending being worth the long journey towards it. It's interesting how polarised the reviews of the book are. First book of 2015, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I've got my lists up, but my resolutions aren't really coming to me. I know writing is one. By that I mean physically writing most days if I can.
So I guess goodbye blogspot? Maybe it's because my life is so quiet and repetitious that there's no point keeping this up when there's not really many more memories I find worth noting and revisiting. That's what this was convenient for thanks to the mostly mechanical recounts I've written over the last five years. Recently there's just a lot I want to let out but this is hardly the right platform for that. This feels stupid, everyone just left their blogs without a second thought but mine was important to me for a long time, satiating my fears of forgetting the smallest things. I've realised that if I do attempt almost daily pen/paper writing, chances are I won't have the energy to decipher my shitty handwriting and revisit days and thoughts. Which is okay I suppose, the main goal is to try cultivate my writing. Typing here is just cheating. Writing might help me sort out what I'm thinking, especially since handwriting can't keep up with thoughts. Hopefully slowing down and forcing to think before I spew whatever I need to say will let me clear my head while still finding it cathartic. I'm sure I'll write an occasional post here like some still do. Thanks Elaine (if you still read this) for being a pioneer of starting social media trends back in those junior days. I owe a lot of my memories to this.
I will be annoyed with this single post in the 2015 archive though. Penance for previous laziness.
2014, can't say I'm glad to see you end. 2015, can't say I'm glad that you're here.
Toodles.
10:17 PM