I love writing.

Life kinda caught up on me when I started working in 2005. I stopped reading, I stopped playing video games, I stopped watching TV (actually I hardly watch TV but...), I reduced my time severely with friends and family, I stopped writing, I stopped almost everything. All I do everyday was to wake up, eat whatever available, run out, and meet whoever I gotta meet, tell them about how awesome the insurance packages (FYI i genuinely know that they are awesome) and why they should sign up a policy with me.

Life caught up. Money was important, and it was never enough.

Then things started to change, I realised that I have no time to spend my money. More over, my money seems to always be leaking away for no reason. My bank account never fills beyond the amount that I got on a monthly basis and it always hits the bottom on the end of each fortnight. Something was seriously not right with my life.

So Seven (my dog) came into my life 3 years ago. She was so small, so fragile and she was going to die. To save her I have to set everything aside. I started to significantly cut down the time I spend outside doing sales, and spent more time at home trying to keep her alive. Then I realised I still have a life. It isn't about chasing wild dreams of getting rich, so what if I'm really rich and have friends that are really rich or want to be really rich? There's no heart in there.

Then I realised something more.
The writer in me was missing.

I used to write a lot.
I've won prizes back in school for writing.
I've earn quite some pocket money over the years by writing.
I've confessed to a few girls that I like via writing.
I've solve issues with writing.
I've made people smile with writing.
I've wrote to myself as a form of self conversation.
I've wrote diaries to keep myself sane at hard times.

All of that were missing, after I starting doing a sales job that requires me to just run out of the door when someone calls me, even on weekends.

Then I realised something more.
I used to observe a lot when I was writing. To write about people you have to interpret them. To write about people you have to assume things. To write about people you have to analyse what you see. Observation is the key. I haven't been observing when I stopped writing. It's like my brain has been operating in less than half the capacity for half a decade.

All of a sudden I woke up.
Maybe it's impulsive. I started up a blog. Maybe I'm just a copy cat because someone else in the office is blogging. Maybe it's not impulsive because I actually spent time in creating the blog and try to make it look like a blog before I write an entry. All that effort was put in, and when that's done, I still have an urge to write something.

And then I started my first entry. My fingers just fly themselves around the keyboard. All I have to do is just think what I want to say and my fingers do their job on the keyboard. It feels good. I laughed at myself that my English grammar has not improved a bit but who cares. Words flow, there was no block, it doesn't feel strange. It's just like old friends coming back to meet me. Writer's block? I'm a stranger to it.

I used to tell my friends that writer's block was such a piece of crap. It's an excuse for people that's lazy or a valid reason only for people that are mentally disturbed. But people are all mentally disturbed in some ways nowadays that the second reason shouldn't be valid anymore.

I used to blog in Mandarin. One reason is that's the language my mind is speaking. Another reason is my English sucks, and no one blogs with a language they suck at. Well, you get the idea. Although I still suck in English but I've learned to speak it now, so maybe things are a little different. Or maybe it's just me, no other reasons.

I started the blog about 10 days ago. It's really not that long and I have about 16 entries when I'm typing this, that's an average of more than 1 entry per day. I'm sure that's going to reduce eventually but intend to keep it consistent. To keep writing you gotta keep a look out of what's happening around you, like I said earlier that's something I haven't been doing for a while. When I starting looking around again it's amazing how many things are going around me all the time.

Cute girls seem cuter because you appreciate their cuteness in more dimensions.

Idiots seems more idiotic now you wont even bother getting angry at them anymore.

Talented people seems more awesome because you understand more about how awesome they are now.


Seems like blabbering but if you get it you get it, if you don't, then you don't. You dun have to understand what I'm blabbering about. It doesn't give you better score in school and it doesn't get you an increment at work.


Life is so great when you start looking at it.
Life is so great only when you start looking at it, and see what's more in it.
Life is so great precisely because when you see more in it, you appreciate more of it.

Life is so awesome.

I love writing. I still do.


Signing out.