Another new beginning

This isn't my first attempt at a blog, nor is it my second. Over the years I have started many blogs that I would drop and never pick up again. It seems the harder you try to remain anonymous, the more people try to uncover you. I am running, perhaps, if not from you then from myself. KL is such a small place. Don't get me wrong - I love this city and all its going-ons; but these days a girl just can't be too careful.

'Why yet another blog?'

I have always written. In journals, on napkins, everywhere, online. I don't see a reason to stop. And I don't think I could even if I wanted to. I write about anything and everything - sex, relationships, love (or lack thereof), money, social interests, men, politics, people. Lucky for you the introspective stage of my life has come and gone. There are so many things I got away with when I was in my early twenties, pondered upon, beat myself up over and wrote about. These days I think I know myself a lot better. At the very least, I know what I want. And it doesn't come with 2.3 kids.