Lately, I found myself constantly asked to start my own blog.

My reply? “There’s too much writing involved in what I do for a living. Blogging would be overkill.

In itself, this is true. As an editor for the only lifestyle magazine in Cebu, I have pending articles enough to last me through the rest of the year and barely enough time to write all of them.

Yet, I surmised, it’s work, and there’s not a lot of room for my personal thoughts. I happen to have a lot of personal thoughts – ones that haven’t found their way out of my system since I stopped blogging in 2008, when they became too painful to write about.

I’m in a better place now and I’m embarking on a new chapter of my life, as I graduated from college and am now living the proverbial real life. What better time to pick up blogging than now?

I’ve been doing so since 2004, but it seems that since then, it has become rather complicated. I started blogging because it was an online alternative to keeping a journal, but now it’s a medium of its own, and it’s much more specialized: blogs about places, about fashion, the list goes on.

Well, I’ll tell you that that won’t always be the case here. So I may write about those things among others, but this is really a personal journal about my experiences more than anything.

Think of this as a reprieve of sorts from my job (hence, “What a writer writes when she’s not writing.”). I write about other things a lot, and I need an outlet for my self-centeredness, so expect a lot of ME! ME! ME! here. I wouldn’t have it any other way except by preference (though I would like to assure my publisher that I will try, as much as possible, to have more articles than blog entries).

Take it, or leave it.