It's been over a week since I launched this page, and the timing probably drew a bunch of questions, particularly 'Why?' I've been actually meaning to start a blog since two years ago, but given my pronounced potential for procrastination, I only managed to complete the entire project last week. Surprisingly, it only took me less than a week since I picked it up again.

I love to write although I hardly make a big deal out of it. As much as possible, I don't like to express any opinions that may give off an air of pretense. On top of that, I'm pretty much a reserved person (despite your current raised eyebrow), and I avoid giving out too many details about my personal life. I rarely found opportunities to write after I finished college, but the few chances where I was able to flex my writing muscle drew steroidal feedback from my friends. They, in turn, kept asking me for a blog. I kept refusing, knowing I probably wouldn't enjoy being read, especially for the reason of critique. I guess I finally discovered a positive voice, possibly even a maturity in my general disposition, where I can just shed my insecurities and be my perceived self without regard for what people might think of me. If you don't like me, then I don't see any reason at all why I should like you anyway.

I also like to have fun (no secret there), and I find that despite having many petty pursuits, I am really addicted to the company of people I love. Of course, having been thrown about in all directions during the past ten years or so, I have hardly kept in constant contact with these people. Unwelcome developments have necessitated unwelcome changes, and if I can't possibly keep in touch with everyone on a regular basis, at least I can still let them know that I'm still alive, even in the more-or-less sense of the term. This doesn't mean that I'll be calling, emailing or texting you less, it only means that you'll be able to check up on me whenever you like by visiting here.

The year thus far has been an eventful one. I did find myself in several occasions wishing that I had a blog. I do have some old 'posts' stored in some places and I think I can now post them retroactively here. I used to scoff at people who can 'only express themselves through writing.' I still don't see how that is possible, and maybe it is a big problem for them if that was their only means of expression, although I can partly see where they're coming from. Just like singer-songwriters who 'write songs for themselves,' I think it's therapeutic to have a throng, however faceless, to speak to, not to mention connect with. This isn't the only means for me to express myself, nor my best way of doing so, although it is the most convenient one for the moment, so you'll just have to bear with my vanities.

I do expect to post more sporadically during the upcoming months. If things go as I intend, this will be a good thing because it will mean that my life will have gotten more boring. Boring is good. It's almost even a luxury these days.

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