Pulse

When you have a blog you apparently breathe life into it by filling up the space with words.

Looking back at my previous posts I realise that I do miss my writing style, but it seems like I can't do that anymore.

Is it the lack of practice? Possibly. I'd like to attribute my present unimaginative and bland style though, to IB writing assignments. Is it because I have nothing to say anymore? I don't believe so, but my ability to express has considerably diminished.

Also not sure about how to proceed with my blog. I have thought of maybe getting a new blog to post more reader-friendly content like reviews on insignificant things, personal experiences and stuff like that lah. But then I wasn't sure if I should start so many projects. It's not as if I have nothing else to do other than to update my blog at my soonest fancy...

I also thought I should maybe use this existing blog to talk about more general things. But that would mean having to archive all my old posts (which I don't want to ) or having to leave them here exposed (nothing wrong with that but...). So I'm really in a dilemma right now and I can't take steps forward or backward.

But this, this is a pulse. This is a flower beginning to bud, the start of a song. The first sparse drops of rain foreshadowing the rhythmic pitter patter of rain. I hope.

See you soon.