"Why Blog?"

A friend asked me. "Why not?" I answered back.

Like most bloggers, I started writing when I was young. I was fourteen years old when I wrote my very first entry in my very first diary. I still have some of the notebooks (nothing fancy here) I used as journals. I read them once in a while and think to myself, "My how you've grown!" Those notebooks were a refuge for me. I wrote my happiness, misery, angst, poems on those white pages. I was a loner and so my diaries were my bestfriends. If they could talk, they could blackmail me. Then came college. During my early college years, I lost the touch so to speak. I wrote on and off until I felt I coudn't write anything anymore no matter what I do.

We made a forum for our college thesis and that's how my forum addiction started. In first year in graduate school I used to have this classmate who called me Forum Girl. I haven't seen him around school lately, I wonder where he is... Participating in forums is fun too. You get to meet different kinds of people, some nice some nasty. My forumness *made up word people* cut short by blogging.

It started last year when one of my professors introduced our class to the wonders of blogging. He made us present our reports on our respective blogs. I thought it was cool. No more making powerpoint presentations and standing in front of the class to present to a bunch of people who wouldn't listen anyway. Actually out of about 20 students in that class, there was only Moi who thought blogging was worth my while. Come to think of it, I believe I was only one from that class who really felt wonderful after clicking the Publish Post button. I would just smile at the rants of my classmates. However, blog addiction hadn't begun yet. In fact it was a slow process. I still coudn't think of things to write about. Then came May 2006. Something happened which made the gray area tick with so much activity. That's a different story I guess. Since then I have become sorta unstoppable. Every morning looking (not even reading) at my blogsite has become quite a routine. Then I would hop to the blogsites of the Blogness Monsters and read only expose my opinionated self once again.

I don't even care if I'm read and (dis)liked. Blogging (writing) has and will always be an outlet. A way to express in letters what I couldn't express orally. A way to share my silliness (and my sometimes shitty day/s) with the rest of the world. A way to let loose those random mundane thoughts creeping in my head.