So here I am, back to chickenbackside. 

You know, actually this blog's quite an important thing to me. If you've known me for years, you'd have seen many of the events in my life unfold here in this blog. Been through 3 different URLs (which I will not share, for they are retarded names) and guess what, 7 years of my life! That's almost half my age. F*. What have I been doing.

I do enjoy penning my thoughts here and allowing the world to read. I know people I might not personally know may read this, yet... I don't feel that BECAUSE of that, I have to hold back anything. I don't feel like I have to restrict much of what I have to say, unless of course, I'm talking about something controversial which is not the case most of the time and even if I did, I'd try to make it less of that and more whimsical, kinda.

Do I imagine talking to a friend as I type this? Not really. I type like I talk to myself. Most of the people who read my blog are my friends though. That's what I like to think haha. And I think, having to read people's blogs brings you to a higher and deeper level of friendship with whoever that person is. It's like that person knows you way better after that. Coz blogs are highly personal, and if someone lets you in into that sphere and tiny bubble of private thoughts, I think, that, to me, is like inviting someone to your home. You welcome that person in, hands him a glass of wine and you talk. Within that conversation is an exchange of ideas, thoughts and feelings. And this big massive gigantic world filled with oceans and land is suddenly reduced to this small private bubble that's shared between the both of you. What a nice feeling that is. I like that. Haha.

So in a way, blogs reveal the intimate side of everyone. The more vulnerable, it's-me-against-the-world kinda person. You can also say, more true side of the person? You may see a cheerful bubbly person in reality but can be shocked to read sad stuff on their blog. But that's also if the person wants to reveal that much on the World Wide Web. Like I wouldn't type in my blog that I fart when I like in my room. Oh my. I just did so. Oh no, what's gonna happen to me? Oh my god. Hahahahah. Or really emotional, or family oriented issues. I won't rant about highly charged, emotionally problematic things here my goodness, the world doesn't need that. YOU don't need that. Or maybe you do. So you can watch me wither and die. You sick bastard.

And blogs help you and your friends update each other about one another's lives. No matter how long you've not met up with him or her, that one friend would always know what's been happening, in who else, but your life. And that's kinda sweet knowing that you know, we don't meet very often, but hey, I know you're well and swell. So I feel touched knowing that someone tries to keep up with me when the world just does not stop to make time for the both of us. 

I guess when I go to New Zealand, my blog's really gonna be the best way for people to know what I'd be doing there. I fear it's gonna be about me being sad and lonely and depressed lol lol. Coz I AM gonna be alone there shit! But I'm gonna be very happy and willing to blog when I'm there. I see myself blogging everyday when I'm there. Omg, much excites. Sighhhhh.... *wistful.

Life.

It's 4.30 am and I'm still not sleepy. My mind is filled with thoughts. Sigh. I guess I've been restless the whole day. ABOUT WHAT?! What the hell. Am I gonna get married the next day or have someone sweep me off my feet tomorrow? Huh? What? What? Ugh. Feeling restless is the most useless thing to feel. Coz I hate feeling like I haven't been doing anything. Un-produc-tive. Oh, and it's not that I have zero things to do. It's the fact that I KNOW that there's stuff to do, yet I can't seem to focus. Shit this thing. Hate it! It's like I've been trying to make a baby for years and I really want this dream baby of my own to happen but at the same time I'm restless and I do it half-heartedly. All those thrusts. Alright, let's not go there.

Speaking of go there, I'm heading to Pandamaze at Clifford Pier to do a news story later today. You know? All that craze over Chengdu Pambassador in Facebook. Roving reporter. Haven't shown you guys my completed first assignment hahaha. So much projects to do. Most of em I'm excited about and one that's due later in Nov that I'm not so enthusiastic about because I dread working on it. Projects are usually fine. It's always the people who are not so fine. You've no choice but to live with it and try to work it out. More on that in another post.

Hope you guys aren't bored with no-pictures and mostly words. : ) 

As of now, I'mma sign off soon. Paparazzi wkwsci play to go to after that at 7pm tonight as well. If only the world would stop spinning. I'd only ask for a day.