I Get Weak

I remember where I was lying on, when I wanted to start a blog. For a while, I was sending out my postings to a mailing list. But there came a point when I said I should just publish it on a blog. And then people won't have to keep receiving my postings via email. And I won't fall into Spam.

I was lying on the floor of Devi's living room. She just moved in. She finally did it. Got her own place and moved in with a few good friends. I was lying on her floor looking at the ceiling fan. The place was empty. I remember having a picture of the ceiling fan as I lay on the floor. I love taking pictures. Thank you, you houseful of girls, for being at the wedding dinner. I realise that I have some pretty amazing friends... and the extent of what you girls did for me, has no limit.

Then I thought I should blog the pictures. I should blog.

This was last year. Jan 2005. And I keep telling her she chose a right place to move into. It was so close to the tower. And since I just got the job in Jan 2005, I figured I will probably see Devi's place more than I would home. I was wrong. Dead wrong.

I've never been to Devi's place again after the triple celebration and house warming.

It wasn't until this morning that I was reminded of Jan 2005. That's when I started this blog. That's when I started the Mom job.

And yes, I'm still on my 80s Flashback. I will be on this station until I find a repeat. And yes, it does feel like the weekend. And no, I wasn't trying to show off my 80s music knowledge. I know very little of it. It's not my time, you said. I hope that was only applicable on music knowledge.