Why do I blog? Do I write things for my own sake or write things for people to accept or understand me better? Is it because it can be an outlet, screaming out to the world for sympathy? Or is it a place where I can share the happiest moments of my life? But then again, does anyone really care? What people think of us would not bother us so much if we knew how little they did. The lines are blurring (if not they already are) and often I can't answer these questions at all.

One thing is for sure though, I am not out for sympathy. I would hate this blog to be perceived as a bitchy blog full of whinges and complaints. I'd like to think that I don't bitch a lot because there is no point crying over spilt milk - build a bridge and get over it yea? Secondly, the people who read this blog are people interlinked by a network of friends and the last thing I want is a misunderstanding and shit hitting the fan because of some impulsive gaucherie. Of course, I would like to think I'm not a rash person and like weighing my choices before making important decisions. Then again when like to get the best for ourselves, we bring more problems in and consider things which are actually trivial. Jun and TJ always say I'm choosy in everything I do. This is what they always say (forgive my bad hanyu pinyin), "xuan dong xi hao xiang xuan lao po". Choosing what I want like choosing a wife. But, ok that's a whole different story all together =).