Hello again!

Blogging never came naturally for me even though I've been told that I write good letters. Some friends have assumed that I was the type who probably owned thick, dust-collecting diaries (yes, diaries, and not journals) when I was younger. I recall having owned a few and especially remember a light peach-coloured hardbound one with Snoopy on the front. This I shall not forget, because in its pages I wrote an angst-filled and very emotional letter for my mother when I was 11. I never gave her the letter. I think I even tore the pages out. But it's still sitting there in my top drawer at Scout, sharing spaces with paraphernalia kept during my pack-rat-in-the-making childhood years.

I have also had several blogs which has archives that never contain more than 4 months worth of entries. Those blog names I can't even remember. Sometimes I run across friends' links and see my name, and I check to see the URL. I just laugh when I read past entries, shuddering at the thought that I sometimes thought or acted the way I did. Oh youth.

While this might land on that forgetten pile of discontinued journals, I decided to give it another try. If by chance, this blog is still regularly being updated by January 2009, I shall buy you, yes you, a drink.