A Wednesday's Child

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath day

Is fair and wise and good in every way.

-          A. E. Bray's Traditions of Devonshire (Volume II, pp. 287–288)

This is a new blog.

Does this mean a new life?

Well, maybe.

This is my third blog, to be exact. I don’t remember the first blog. I accidentally deleted the account when I wanted to change the blog name. Lucky for me, there weren’t that many postings yet.

The second blog was initially called Latte @ Chinoz on the Park as I used to hang out there quite a lot with my good friend Helen, who has now moved to Kuching, Sarawak. We had a good time watching people from all walks of life there.

I started it on a Wednesday, on 26 July 2006 to be exact. I changed it to Latte @ Anytime, Anywhere  after my “centre of universe” was no longer KLCC. That was, if I recall correctly, some four years ago.

I put it on private mode sometime in November last year. 
Why, you asked? 
I wasn't blogging enough. 
Well, that is not exactly true. 
From the time I private my blog to the last posting I did, I actually wrote eight times. That was in the span of a month. All that pent-up anger and frustration, personal and at work, were translated into writing. I would be frothing at the mouth if it had been verbal, that much I can tell you.

I never actually left the blog sphere. I merely slowed down. 

So, when Kak Teh of Choc-a-Bloc Blog suggested in her Facebook posting that bloggers – who had not updated their blogs for yonks – write a post and press the ‘publish’ button on May 6, I thought it would give me the much needed kick-start to blog again.

Instead of making my “private” blog public, I decided to open a new one.

“Start fresh,” a dear friend of mine said. “It will do you good.” Insya’Allah. 

So, here I am, starting a new blog today on #blogreviveday.
Coincidentally, I was also born on a Wednesday 52 years ago.
As such, it is only apt that I named this new blog Wednesday’s Child.

The Wednesday's Child in the arms of her paternal grandfather, Tok Uda