Sleepless...

It's nearly midnight and I am sitting here in my living room blogging. I never thought I would become one of "them". "Them" being bloggers. Then, it turns out that I do have things to say and to share with whomever cares to read it. Specifically, those who I share this site with AND care to read this jumble.

I just read my cousin's blog (Ching Chan's adventure in Shanghai) and it made me realize that Facebook is no longer enough. It once was, perhaps because you were a part of a selected group who could see what was going on with someone's life (that someone could be anyone from your elementary school or a friend of a friend's boyfriend you met in college). Currently, everyone is on Facebook - the novelty has worn off, too many people are reading your daily status, or the simple, sporadic updates just don't suffice.

Also, I think I started to blog elsewhere - last year sometime. I asked a pal to set up an account/website/address for me. I made one entry. Only reason I remember it now is because this page seems so familiar but only so familiar to the point that I know I only made one entry.

I've been reading more fiction novels lately. Perhaps, that is what has sparked my interest in starting a blog again. I know I've missed out and am missing out on a lot of good books but how in the world will I read them all? I guess, honestly, there is only one way - one at a time. So, it's just a matter of time.

Time - that word in itself could spark hours of conversation. Isn't it weird how time passes so fast now that we're older? Does it? It sure does feel like that way. Spring semester always went by very fast for me - in HS, in college, and now in graduate school much faster. Why is that? To touch upon a more personal time perspective, I'm married for almost 5 months now! I just started calling Joe "my husband". It's weird....is everyone growing up just like I am? Of course, but at the same time, I must ask to confirm my suspicions that people are moving on as I am inspite of all the changes occurring right in front of us.

Alrighty, I believe the last sentences are proof that I am no longer under the curse of insomnia and am in fact no longer making sense. Till tomorrow or the next day.