This blogger is a kindred soul. I think I would be frantic if I lose any of my journals.
I lost my journal a couple of weeks ago. It was catastrophic. I’m not kidding. Apart from the fact that I bought that journal when I was in Australia, it holds more than a year’s worth of memories. It was heartbreak. Believe me, I was so close to tears.
One thing that should be said about me is that I’m an avid journal writer. I know I already have a blog to act as a journal but I’m old-school. I prefer a pen and a paper to capture my thoughts. My dreams. My anguish. My bliss. That journal is a written “me” at my barest, naked self. Which was the main reason why I was extremely frantic when I realised that I went home (yes, I was already at home when I realised that I had lost it) without my precious journal. Arrggh. I’m barely sane as I write this — imagine me fighting off the need to throw a BF, aka bitch fit (people who’ve seen White Chicks — I absolutely love that movie! — will be able to relate).
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I saw highlights of the recent America’s Cup on the BBC where Alinghi has defended it’s title earlier this week. Biotech billionaire Ernesto Bertarelli, founder of Team Alinghi, may have cashed in on the firm his father founded but I’m sure he would have no problem getting more money to fuel his team for the next America’s Cup.
Racing yachts are such expensive toys, up there with F1 racing cars. But then, to buy a pre-owned last century boat with lemau sails can set you back quite a bit too.