Victim of Real Life

I just had a thought.

I'm not posting daily anymore. I don't really have that much time since I got my car, but that's probably because of my non-existent time "management" skills. Like right now, I'm supposed to meet my friend to help him try out his spanking new PC, but no.. I had to leave home late so I have to rush and not have time to blog. But I felt like I had to.

I'm going to try though, since it bothers me if I don't write something here. Must remember to practise, since that was the whole purpose of the blog anyways.

I remember days of yore, when I first started to get into this online stuff. First it was mIRC. Funfactory channel. Everynight without fail I'd be there at 11.00pm without fail, talking trash with the rest of the chatters. That was so much fun. Then, slowly one by one the regulars upped & dissapeared. I remember one of them most of all, this American girl. One day I asked her, where did so & so go to, he hasn't been around ? She told me,"VoRL". "Huh ? What's that ?", I asked.

"Victim of Real Life". A while later she told me that she also has become a VoRL and will stop chatting. She told me she was getting married and was moving to New Jersey. Many months later,I got mail from her, telling me what she's been up to and that she gave birth to a boy. Awww....

Victim of Real Life. Is real life so bad that you could be victimised by it ? Who knows, I'm not going to go into semantics. Actually now that I think about it, yes you can be a victim of real life. But that's a whole other post by itself.

It's just that suddenly I'm thinking, will I ever stop blogging like I stopped chatting ?

I hope not. I don't want to stop. I guess I'll go on as long as there are people reading it, there's stuff to write about (or not) and as long as I'm still here..

Now excuse me, I have a PC to check out.