I've been writing notes to myself since January 1995 - that's when 'that old blank diary' metamorphosed to become 'my dear diary'. Retrospective browsing through these yellowed pages has often granted me an introspectively distant view of the various nadirs and the zeniths, apices and acmes, apogees and perigees (and the interwoven ebbs and flows). While writing has in itself been cathartic, enjoyable, engrossing, relaxing, relieving and exciting at various times, it's the joy of re-reading these notes and thus reliving some of those emotions that makes me break into a warm smile each time.
I've never felt the need to blog, therefore. I write to myself as and when I want to talk to myself - sometimes multiple times in a day, sometimes only once a fortnight. So why am I here? Simply put... While my diary continues to be my sounding-board and confiding pillow, this blog will be my scribble-pad and squirt-canvas.
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