So this will be the pioneer post of this date. I just typed something but backspaced it cause it read too judgemental. And I don't judge. I'm trying to make this a-post-a-day blog. One year from now, Ill look through my archives and finally have a post to this date. Ive always been marvelled by the concept of time and space. To know that exactly one year before on this date one year later I was in an office working temp and awaiting uni to start creeps me. It makes time travel seem plausible and absolutely Nobel-worthy. You see, it's like the movie 'The Lake House'..is that it? I can't really remember the title but its about this house by the lake where a man and woman communicate through time. Its really warped, but at the same time parallel to this concept of time and space im trying to portray. Same spot, same date, different year. Everytime I walk past an old building, those historical sites governments are dying to save nowadays, those still concrete walls; they look so passive but if only they could speak. 'This spot im standing, who died here?', did raffles step on the same ground im standing on currently?', 'Was there once a riot right here in front of you?'-trying to convey these thoughts across. I want sometimes to be that standstill monument, so I can watch everything moving past, how everything around me changes except me. I just hate not knowing.

Even on a more personal scale, reading my past new year posts, I wonder what I could have been thinking there and then. Reminiscing causes me to look upon myself as someone else. I become the outsider.
I think too much.