I'm Blogging Again

It's amazing that my first blog had just turned four years and two months already. I just realized it when I imported the contents of my old/secret blog to this new site. May 2005 when I started my first blog entry.

I guess it was my former supervisor who got me into this. Blogging was something very new to me at that time and upon seeing the blog of my office mate, I got hooked, though on and off. You see, I'm the type of person who loves to scribble anything which is why I love notebooks (ask my hubby). My usual problem with notepads though is the tendency to have my scribblings all mixed up, from list of bills to be paid, grocery list, to do's, and just about anything, including my kids' doodles. Online blogging proved to be a good solution also to store my notes infinitely. If blogging could have existed during the 80's then I wouldn't have lost that diary that has become my mom's favorite reading magazine everytime she uses the loo.

Now, I find myself blogging again with intentions of doing it seriously. Ahem, I thought so too in the past. Let's see what happens.

After 35 Days

I'm back after over 30 days of not posting anything in here. It was either I was too busy (of course, that's a bluff) or just did not want to spare time for it. Of course, I was busy with something else.. more important ones, I hope.

I guess I should be finding time to post here more often to document the 'old' new journey will be taking in.

Hopefully this time, this will be for real.

Dezperate Blogger

No. I am not.

Infact, blogging was in not in my language. I thought all the while that it invades privacy. Until I got across the blogsite of a friend and I realize that it does not have to be public like those which are in Friendster. And even if it does, they don't know me anyway.

So, I was inspired to create one, to back-up my journal which I just scribble on any piece of paper I pick up and those which were in my personal computer.

But I am a desperate writer, I admit, because I envy those people who have or still have the ingenuity for writing. I have lost mine a few years back.

I only tend to write when either when I am depressed or confused.

Now, it's different. I am more confused.

God grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change.