And so I finally subcumbed and started a blog. Adding to the zillions out there. Does the world need another blog? I guess not. Not even sure if I will have the energy to continue with this long term. But I figured, maybe, just maybe, I might be able to use this and publish a memoir one day. Hahaha!
So what finally made me decide to start one?
I guess when I realised that I'll hit the big 40 this year.
At 40, I am middle-age. An auntie. (But not a taugeh-plucking one though and I'll hit anyone with my wok if they call me that). But 40 is a pretty big milestone. If I live to a grand old 80, then I've already spent half of my life.
No, no, I'm not complaining or bitter or pining for the good old younger days. Goodness me, I don't think I ever want to go back to being a gawky 18. Wasting my time pining away for a pimple looking guy. No, they were sweet memories but I'm contented with the now, the present.
Which I think says alot.
Plus, the memory of an auntie isn't going to get any better.. so I guess I'd better start writing things down.
Memoirs of an auntie? Maybe?