My Very First Posting

Hello guys and gals. I have now officially joined countless others in taking up web space on the Internet. Some of you may have seen/felt my reluctance at getting a blog started as I've given reasons like "a blog takes up too much time" or "I'm the sort of person that rather keeps to himself. Irregardless of the reasons i gave then... I find myself seated in front of my laptop now at 3.30am in the morning typing my first post. Maybe the tiredness has driven me mental, maybe I'm possessed...ok ok kidding about the possessed bit. But I am tired...wouldn't you be at 3.30am in the morning? On top of that I had a long Monday starting with a lecture at 8.30am. Thank goodness I stay near uni now. But I still have problems with dragging my feet out of bed in the mornings.

Tired people tend to talk cock more, as proven in army days as well as in police interrogations. So apologies to readers who find me ranting or going off tangent. I would like to say that a contributing factor to me starting a blog (apart from the tiredness factor), would be my friend Dom. He told me that a blog is for keeping people who care about you informed about your life. Although I answered him "that's what a phone is for", there is a certain convenience about mass posting. Also, in typing out my thoughts and feelings, I get to read and reflect on myself on a deeper level. Which is something that i actually avoid sometimes, especially if i know that it's bad...

Ju and Ben would recognise the nick "purple turtle" from a cocktail of similar name that we had at a chill out place. Told you guys I'd end up using it. I like the sound of it, it sounds cute. I also said it suits me in certain ways. For one, I like the colour purple. (though I'm still trying to come to terms with plucking up the courage to wear something purple) As for the turtle... certain friends of mine would happily say that it's cause I'm slow/pentium I/or just plain sua gu (mountain turtle). I see it more from a realisation of a part of me on how I (or my brain) dealt with bad events/situations/experiences when i was younger...due to my "exciting" early school life. In short, I've somehow repressed a lot of those memories that I can't remember them now, apart from a few key events that I still remember with clarity. In relation to a turtle, its like a turtle that ducks inside its shell to avoid danger or injury. That's how I feel my mind has been working. I think I've come a long way since then. True, sometimes i still find myself applying the turtle shell defence. But I've been opening up my mind to come to terms/deal with a lot of other bad stuff.

Ok, here's where i sign off. Tired as hell now and it's almost 4.30am. Got quite a day ahead of me plus D&D with the boys at UWA later at 5pm... Hopefully I won't find myself stranded late at night in one of the bus stations again. Will update soon I think.