I love to talk. I love to write even more. And what's better than having a blog to write my thoughts and the hell with who would think what about me talking about myself. LOL.
I used to have a diary, a journal, a long, long, long time ago when there were no computers and internet was only possible on TV. I poured my heart out in those pages, sometimes the writings were clean and tidy, and sometimes I couldn't read any of them for the smudges and tear-stained, and sometimes coffee-stained on the pages.
I found my diary that I had when I was in high school and I almost cried when I read them for the memories that I had long forgotten. How naive I was back then, when all I cared about was getting better grades and guys to date and hating my parents. But finding that diary also helped me remember things that I know would help me now prepare of things to come when my kids reach that certain age where they will think that parents are enemy #1. I am glad that my relationships with my family has turn for the better now that I have kids of my own.
Oh well, enough for this chapter. I will continue with another topic some other time. :)
