First Contact

This is my first journal entry. I am writing it on an outdated Palm V at the San Jose train station, waiting for the 6:15 PM train to Morgan Hill. I am using one of those nifty portable keyboards to type, seeing that I am horrible at using the stylus.

I was reading online journals during my lunch hour. It re-ignited my desire to start one of my own. It happened rather randomly. I was surfing the web when I ran across the wilco journals. His journal linked to an extensive series of other journals by Asians or Asian Americans.

As a bit of background, I am of Asian descent. My mom is Chinese and my dad is mainly Swedish. I relate more to my Chinese heritage. At least, I like to think so.

For the record, I am known for losing interest in undertakings like this one, so if this journal doesn't go beyond October, you'll know the reason.