The First Baby Step

Yes, I've taken my first baby step into starting a blog (long after the peak of the blogging phenomena has come and gone). There are several reasons for this life-changing decision.

1st: I think I'm in danger of fading into oblivion. I have recently graduated and started working. As the weeks go by, I realise that my life has transformed into a predictable pattern. I get up in the morning to go to work, and my day gets separated into Before Lunchtime and After Lunchtime. Before Lunchtime is spent anticipating lunch and thinking about what to eat. After Lunchtime is spent warding off the sleep demons that come when one is full (coffee has proven to be the best weapon, that, and sitting in front of the Boss) and of course, anxiously waiting for that pivotal moment to dash out of the office and go back home. I will then watch a bit of tv, have dinner and go to bed. Weekends will be spent getting acquainted with the couch and the tv as I will be too lazy/tired/can't stand the crowds to go out. As such, it is plain to see, I'm having No Life. Hence, this blog will allow me to publish my otherwise mundane life in this cosmic cyberspace, where hopefully, someone (you) will find joy in (or get annoyed by) reading about it. My life will then have a purpose.

2nd: I'm hoping to get a blog-stalker. I've been reading blogs by friends and find myself checking in regularly on their blogs. Life just isn't the same anymore. Its an addiction. I have an obsession with reading all the posts, even when most just annoy me with the rattling. There is this intangible satisfaction derived from knowing what goes on in their lives and minds. My conversations with them are now peppered with phrases such as, "I read in your blog that..." and "Oh ya, I know about that, its in your blog". Its creepy. I've become a blog-stalker. If you're becoming mine, drop me a line, my clothes need ironing. Thank you.

3rd: I love to write. I really do. I will jump at every opportunity to write. It's your birthday? You're going away? You're sad? You're happy? Here's your card. I write emails. I still write letters. I write myself a postcard whenever I'm overseas. I write down everything that I have to remember in my little black book (actually that's because my memory fails me). I would love to write a book but that is a remote possibility. So here I am, writing a blog. (Please be reminded that loving to write, is quite different from writing well.)

4th. I love rattling on and on. This is evident enough from this post.