Reading my blog archives is a traumatic experience.

1. I realise how stupid I sound sometimes. Ok most of the time. I don't think all of the time. But especially some earlier entries sound so juvenile, and my blog isn't even a year old! How weird is that.
2. My blog used to be semi-private, so I said things that I would no longer say, so it's painful to read them now with the perspective of someone who's got a pretty public blog. And plus my archives are, after all, still available right here which makes it quite bad. But then, as Bao En the goddess of blogs (ok one of them) once said, archives are priceless. And I can't disagree with that.