First and foremost

Before an online video call, Grizz of We Bare Bears told his brother Panda that "Hello" is too safe, and instead advised him to say "What's up" or "Hey".

However, my introduction does not merit any awkwardness like that of Panda, because I used to write about my life, which really amounted to teen angst and unresolved feelings as an adolescent and a university student. Glad that part of my life is over, though! HAHA.

After some time mulling over, after lengthy discussions with my better half, and after several nudges by really good people around me to start writing, I decided that I should write again. I've always thought putting thoughts in words has helped me in the past few years-- I used to write in my journal religiously for six years, after all.

I will be writing about things that matter to me, but I hope this time those pieces will serve a good purpose. :)

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