Welcome to Late Access, a spread of authentic thoughts, reviews, notes and more – curated for fellow night owls who enjoy the serenity of the night.

Late Access is a child of many failed blogs before it. A decade ago, I started a blog, then another and another – each a snapshot of my teenage passions ranging from K-Pop to pretentious musings. Spoiler alert: they all crashed and burned.

Although they made me really happy, I either lost interest or simply couldn’t keep up with life’s demands; exams and part-time jobs swallowed my time and writing became a thing of the past.

It’s only years later, when I had graduated, that I realised I missed writing for myself. At work, I was tasked to write newsletters which initially felt like the stars had aligned in my favour. What do you mean I could be paid to write? But soon, I realised that writing about numbers and things I couldn’t care less about was not just boring, but eroding my passion for writing.

As Edward Cullen, my favourite sparkling lover-boy, would say: writing at that point felt like sustaining on tofu, it kept me full but I was never fully satisfied.

That unfulfilled itch birthed Late Access. A huge thank you to the friends who nudged me to start it and listened as I rambled on aimlessly on if I should or should not.

Late Access is my own digital museum – a curated experience crafted by me. I want this to be my own little corner of the internet. A reminder of the importance of remembering and writing married together. I want to share the things I love, hate, enjoyed and experienced. A place where I can share my shitpostings and my most heartfelt reflections, to reconnect with the joy of writing. A place for me.

So, who’s behind this digital museum?

(This segment is meant more as notes in margin, for the future-me to look back upon.)

I’m a twenty-something girl, living in Singapore. I love matcha and coffee – I have a google spreadsheet to prove this. I like reading and I like journalling. 

I am an introvert in every sense of the word. I hate social interactions, especially with strangers. Every time I’m forced to engage in small talks, a part of me withers away.

I’m also a girl with big and lofty goals, with no roadmap to them (I laugh, but it’s a serious issue).

Here are some of them:

• To do one unassisted pull up – perennial in my New Year’s Resolutions.
• To run a half (full?) marathon
• To be someone that I enjoy the company of
• To read more, write more and enjoy life more

This blog has been a decade in coming, and I look forward to sharing more with you. I’m ready to embrace this journey, however messy it may be. 

And so, dear diary, today we begin. I suppose that this journey that I have started again and again, and today, we start it once more. While there’s no guarantee of success, this post is a commitment to myself that I want to pursue what makes me happy and have the courage to try (and maybe fail). Here’s to rediscovering myself, one post at a time.

Catch you in the next dispatch!