Honestly, I have no idea what has gotten into me. 

Maybe I was hit by a wave of nostalgia. 

I started digging up the past again. The past of others, the past of me.

Maybe I just yearn for that feeling. The feeling of wanting to know how it was like in the past for them/for me and how different it was right now.

Unearthing or trying to unearth has become harder then I thought. The search engines and words that I used to trace the web of the past do not seem to work anymore. It is as if they have become obsolete, like the web pages themselves. I tried tracing back to my old blogskin. But I came to realise that after I switched to their minimalistic template from blogger, every trace of the past has been wiped out. I no longer have access to the past. 

Perhaps my memory is failing me as well. I cannot seem to recall if I saved a copy of the blogskin template somewhere. Or rather, maybe I cannot seem to even remember who is the author of the blogs that I follow. There are too many things going on in my mind that I cannot even keep up. Information and to-do lists that seemed more important are taking precedence over old memories. Recalling a name is a challenge to me now. Just a couple of hours ago, my colleague and I were trying to recall the name of the swimming coach that we worked with last year. Last year. My memory from last year; wiped. 

This post also came up, out of the blue. I miss writing and articulating my thoughts. Blogging is definitely a better outlet for me than taking a photo and posting it on Instagram. Being about to pen down my thoughts, translating the emotions into words gives me a sense of satisfaction. An outlet, a release and making it factual. Typing it out has this power to solidify it and it is harder to erase as compared to words spoken.

Hope to put up my write pen, or typing hand (whatever it is), all over again.

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