Tired... Do you want to know how 10 nanometer beads diffuse through capillaries with square-picometers' cross-sections? I guess not. Someone on FP once asked me what biophysics is. I just gave you an example (´＿｀。) I guess nobody wants to know what biophysics is anymore, haha. So I decided...I should do some serious writing here ^^ About things in general, things that were precious, things that are not anymore, and things that will always be. ----- It is time to sort through my xanga entries. I know it. Pictures in my old entries were long removed from my photobucket, making them appear as empty loading boxes. Nobody will understand what I was referring to. I need to go back and change some things so that the writing makes sense to the random stranger who stumbles here on their navigation of the net. I read through one item after another. There isn't a lot to them, but for some reason, nostalgia slips into my mind once more. My previous writing style, content...they were so different, yet ominously familiar. Everything has become my personal history but it seems as though it just happened yesterday. I know of my habit of reminiscing. I know of it from long ago. As a result, I continue to keep a detailed record of my life just for that purpose. Old emails, msn conversations, homework, writing...they are all carefully digitalized and stored on data CDs for future reference. Due to my renewed interest in my past, I dig up these CDs to take a look at old emails with a friend, old instant messaging conversations we had. We really talked a lot at that time, huh? About many things: her life, my own, and others'...friends, family, and celebrities alike. It must've seemed like there are endless things to talk about at that time, but it's different now. From the time we overshot 4 message archives a year, till now...when I rarely see her online at all. Are we bored of each other? Or we just changed, to different people at this different time. But perhaps... ...just perhaps... There are still some remnants of our old self somewhere. Is that why we smile as we try to remember how it was like back then? ~青月レン | 
