Genesis (A re-post form Malakai's Pages)

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….and then God made man…who became too smart he got into a million  and one inventions, including computers, friendsters and blogs, and  today I join that cyberspace. My bestfriend has been egging me to start  one for the longest time, but I never really found the time, nor the  drive to actually start one. But here i am, looking like a writer in  front on my laptop in the middle of a hot but raining Saturday.

I’m giving in to the call of the future, lest I get left behind.  Should have done this long ago to house the little scribblings I have  scattered in my house, not to mention those scattered in my old house.

Isn’t it ironic that I’m starting this so I don’t get left behind,  when in fact, from here onwards, I’m going to be leaving these little  thoughts on Kai’s pages behind for him, and others who do not fully know  me to get to know me? 

Didn’t know blogs could get philosophical. But today marks the start….

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