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Once a Blogger...

... always a blogger. So I'm re-activating this blog, not for the benefit of the world at large but rather for the benefit of me.

I've tried writing my thoughts down on a private journal, and I've tried keeping things to myself. But at the end of the day (or past few months) I realize that I need feedback -- and the thought of me being heard/read by anybody is more comforting than just being able to write.

So now I'll make it a point to really share insights with the world in an effort to relieve myself of the misery of keeping my thoughts to myself. Not that I'm doing anybody a favor, but because as the blogger that I am, I need to be able to say my piece.

There will be some things I will keep to myself -- some details of my life which I found better not to share with the world at large. Some intimate things I find I'd better write about in my personal journal.

But there are things that happen around which I have always wanted to react to publicly. I found that I am essentially an opinionated man -- and that I value having my opinions read or even rebuked or criticized. I live for this blogging thing, and it's been therapy for me for the longest time.

Now I question why I've even tried stopping this habit of mine. Expect then to hear/read more about me soon.

Chill.

PS. Happy Birthday to my Nanay Lagring! She turned 75 recently, and although she might not be reading this from a computer, I'd still like to shout out and be proud I have a healthy 75 year old grandma. I wish I'd grow to 75 and still be healthy and blessed as she is.

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