Arial or Helvetica?
So much time had passed that I had forgotten to what it feels like to type out your feelings as you juggle to keep yourself sane and not to inch yourself closer to what it is called as 'losing it'. No, I am not depressed, I keep telling myself that, which is the total truth that you can deduce out from me. Overwhelmed by my own feeling? Perhaps.
So much time had passed that I could not choose the right font for me, the size of it despite few minutes back I was tweaking the layout of this long abandoned blog that I supposedly started using since the age of fourteen, only to forsaken it with the birth of tumblr and twitter.
I remembered the days where this website, this very website, had become the medium for my peers to write out their feelings, casually throwing shades to the kids that we dislike, ever so swiftly writing the immature crush that we had on boys back then. There was also a widget that could mount it's HTML code which later enables you to have this some kind of comment box that anonymous could leave message behind (pretty much serving the purpose of tumblr's askbox).
I have forgotten the messages that were once left and I thought wow, as a kid, I am really exposing myself to things that my adult self would have not wanted (strange creepers in internet).
There had been episodes where I blogged my favourite Korean/Japanese group as well. Sounding like a loony but it is all in the past. I found myself cringing so badly with the command of my language and my manner of typing things out hence, to the trash they go!
12pt or 13pt?
Growing up with the privilege of using internet had somewhat jaded me? Hm, will that be a right term? More like, shaping me to become slightly globalised. That is for sure.
Even so, I think I shall this website as the main outlet for my rants, questionable artistic stuffs and photography, perhaps. I think I can finally secure a spot for Nivashinie to read on things on what I produced without having difficulties.
Justify?
Justification to my own young self will be nowhere as I pretty much could not retain on what my juvenile mind had said or viewed this world. However, I am pretty much glad that my body, mind and soul had crossed those hills despite wearing exhaustion face from time to time and exhumed soul dampened me most of the days.
2311 hours, 6th September 20116
