Void.

I try to write in this blog at least once per month, but, not for the first time, I failed to do so throughout the whole of March. No, I haven't abandoned blogging - the reason for not writing in was simply because I've either been too busy or just plain uninspired. With regards to the latter, I don't typically write here without having something I really want to talk about.

Many, many things have transpired since my last post, which was written near the end of February. That was when the Cricket World Cup was still in its early stages; Australia has since won the whole thing after beating holders India in the semi-finals and then co-hosts New Zealand in the final.

It may seem a bit odd, but of those many, many things that I mentioned, I can barely remember any of them. No, I do not suffer from short- or medium-term memory loss, and no, those many, many things were not so insignificant that my brain hasn't even bothered to attempt to recall their details. Many of them were excellent experiences that I'm sure have helped me to grow as a person, and, surprisingly enough, it this growing that I believe is the reason for this void in my memory of the past two months.

I've noticed how much I've grown over the years that have passed since I first came to MIU; I remember the bright-eyed naivete of my first semester - it's a bit funny to look back on that time and wonder how I could have been so nauseatingly positive and optimistic, especially considering the more cynical and world-weary person that I am these days.

(Yes, I'm still only 21 this year and haven't seen that much of the world yada yada, but world-weariness is a relative term, and I seem to be more world-weary than I've ever been every few weeks or so. Young people can get tired of life's sh*t, too.)

Anyway, one reason why I've stopped bothering to talk about things that have been going on in greater detail is probably because I've stopped seeing the things I've been up to as experiences - merely work that needed to be done. It's always exciting on your first day of work and you want to tell everyone everything about it, but as time goes on everything just becomes routine and you just get sick of talking about the same things happening over and over again.

Besides that, some of the things that have happened are things that would probably get me into some trouble if I were to write about them on a public platform such as this. I'm not a fan of getting into trouble - I accidentally skipped a talk by a visiting speaker back in Rembau once, and afterwards I lay on my bed for a good few minutes thinking about what I'd done.

The purpose of this blog - just as it has always been - is mainly for me to keep my writing skills sharp. Simply doing my assignments isn't enough; research-based drivel isn't something that I've ever been a fan of doing, since there isn't much room for creative expression.

Having said that, I realize that I've been ranting for pretty much this whole post. If you were expecting this post to contain something interesting or thought-provoking, then I apologize for disappointing you. I just wanted to write something; my only plan for this post was to start writing and see where it would take me.

I have two open-book tests tomorrow, and I probably should have been studying in the time that it took me to write these ten  paragraphs - not to mention the time taken to actually count the number of paragraphs that I'd written. Still, at least I didn't decide to count the number of words.