starters

I was introduced to the concept of an online journal when the blogging craze spread over the Net. At first I scoffed at them who flaunted their blogs (Are they moronic enough to actually want the whole world to know their deepest and darkest secrets?, I thought). And yet, I came to like the way they wrote. That led me to think about myself. How do I write? Who's the better writer, the Jef then, or the Jef now?

It's been long since I've borne any substantial literary pieces, and writing dead-boring lab reports and research papers for four years (in high school) quenched that fiery 'K' (kreativity... hehe) I once had: what was left were a few dying embers. Now, expressing even the most shallow of thoughts in words is getting to be a struggle. The only way of resurrecting the writer in me, I suggested, was practice.

Apart from the alarming reverse evolution that was happening to my writing, thoughts about death started to plague me. What would happen to my thoughts when I die? Will I be aware of myself when my neurons wither away? Will I remember? That gave me a sense of urgency, and increased blogging's appeal for me.*(see comment.. hehe)

And besides, I reasoned, keeping my thoughts as they come and go for future reference will be invaluable. I remembered how I felt when I saw my long-lost diary in Grade 5 a few years later: comparing how you thought then to how you think now is exciting! Uncovering forgotten memories is much more satisfying than finding material pleasures, I realized.

Just recently, Lance started his own blog. There he was, clapping like a child, telling everyone he met, "Ang ganda ng blog ko! Mag comment ka ha.."And I bit his bait. The wonders of blogging were opened to me, and I saw. And believed.