I’ve been contemplating writing this post for a while.
I love writing and I love this blog, sure it takes a backseat to uni, work and life at times but I genuinely enjoy writing about the things I love, I love the support from you guys and I love hearing feedback, advice and your stories. It helps me to see the humour in my sometimes messed up love life, I’ve become more confident in my writing and voicing my opinion. I’ve embraced who I am and I don’t care what people think of me as much as I did a year ago.
This blog is part of me, of course it’s just a small snippet of my life but isn’t everything online just a fraction of our lives? Facebook, Instagram, twitter, blogs and linked in… it’s all just an edit of what we want you to see.
If you watched me discussing my blog on #Talkaboutit you know that I am seeing somebody and he’s amazing, for the first time since “The One” totally smashed my heart, I feel I can truly trust another person, I can allow myself to fall for him and enjoy his company without being scared.
I didn’t want to write about him, I wanted to keep him to myself, I was torn between hurting people and me doing something I love, I felt as if I was keeping a huge secret from you guys. I didn’t want to hurt anyone or start analysing and labeling everything to death. I didn’t want him to be just another silly name on my list.
I thought I would try something new and not throw everything I had into a guy. I’m not fussed about labeling, or rushing things, I’m kind of enjoying the freedom and excitement of just being with him.
Since I sold out, my blog has gone from my little secret to out and proud. I’ve copped slack, criticism, the odd bitchy remark and some raised eyebrows. But screw it! I’m proud of this blog and I love it. The positive feedback outweighs the negative and I almost feel as if a huge weight has been lifted.
On first glance my blog might seem superficial, I generalise and stereotype but I always speak from my own experiences, I make fun of myself just as much as anyone else on this blog (did I tell you about how I have a habit of throwing up on guys?… stay tuned for that post!) and once people read a little further, I think they get my point. Well I hope they do.
I think anyone who reads this blog or knows me, realises that I’m not just going to date a guy purely because he’s Asian or dismiss an amazing guy who isn’t Asian. I don’t love EVERYTHING Asian, Yum Cha scares the crap out of me, I can’t stand the endless pork options at restaurants and I know a guy can be just as big of a douchebag if he is Asian or Caucasian (or from any race for that matter).
If a person can’t see beyond the Hello Kitty obsession and this blog that I do in my spare time then I feel a little sorry for them. I think the way people have responded to my blog says a lot about them, I think a lot of people really don’t care, a lot are supportive and a lot think it’s amusing and can’t drop it – I think it’s those people who show major insecurity and wish they had the guts to be as open as I am in my blog.
My uni semester finished in a week so I will be back posting regularly then, thank you for your patients and support.