Fresh Pots

On the speakers - Goodbye by Army of Anyone

Yes, it's a fresh pot.

Here I am, trying to revive this blog before it officially becomes inactive for an entire year. There's something about leaving one year of non-activity that seems foreboding, and considering the fact that I haven't killed off this blog yet only further proves the need to keep it open. Either that or I'm merely running out of things to do again, or spaces for self-reflection of some ailing sort are shrinking. Or shirking. Shrirnking.

So Back Somewhere, or to nowhere at all. A step into frailty, of security, of ingenuity and incredulity. Venture into tomorrow or next year as some may say, for another round of happiness and sorrow has arrived for everyone still at the table. One year ago and it was the beginning of the second semester of my second year and now we're on the verge of graduating. A random and isolated conversation with my buddy Kuan Fook Face over in Melbourne serves as a reminder of how far, literally, the bunch of us have come in these crazy span of years, yet we still kill the old way.

As I'm trying to prove now. More to follow. Hopefully.