Secret Love Nest 2018

What's Up?

I got back to Beijing quite safely. With a lighter heart and less worry. Now that the issues between Meng, Xiao and I are over...I can now breath a little easier.

Anyways, what's up people? Are you all doing well?

(Why are you asking us? You don't have anything to write again?)

Yeah...my life is quite boring, actually. Like I said before, you would think a life of a celebrity will be all glitz and glamour? Well, you will all be wrong.

Celebrities are humans too. There are perks and advantages at being a celebrity but if you are not an A-list one like Jackie Chan, Jet Li, Zhang Zi Yi or Benedict Wong then your life is not that hectic.

The Goddess next door is a celebrity as well, and she is far more popular then me, but her life is pretty steady with a normal routine nowadays.

So my life is boring...in a way. Nothing major is going on right now, which can be a bad or good thing. Bad, in a way that I want to do a major project or at least start another studio or digital album. Be extremely busy. Good, in a way that nothing stressful is going on. No problems, no worries.

In short, my life is steady.

But steady can be boring.

So...

What's up guys?

(Oh my...we are back at the start...)

Come on...give me something to write here. Anything. I am totally blacking out right now.

Not literally, of course. I mean, imagine the shock Qing will feel if he gets home tomorrow and sees me slumping on the bed with the laptop open. My lover will think the worse and this time he might confine me in a hospital, asking the doctors to create a hole in my throat to stuck a tube in there, hook me up with a ventilator to help me to breath.

That will be bad.

Let's all breath. I almost didn't pause there. Whew...

(Yeah, and we almost didn't breath while reading it. We are turning blue in our faces here...)

Sorry about that.

So I don't know what to write. And when I said I am blacking out, I meant my mind has a writer's block. Which is not bad because I am not a writer by profession. If this is the one putting bread and butter, in my case as an Asian man, rice and viand, on my table...I am doomed. I will not get any paycheck this week, I cannot think of anything to write.

But let's pretend this is my job and I should write something so I can eat. And let's also pretend that I am married with eight kids, I have too many mouths to feed. I need that paycheck from my writing job or my babies will get hungry. What should I write about?

(Something about being a husband with eight children. Eight? Really?)

I don't know...I think eight kids in one room is my limit.

Kidding. I love kids. That's why I donate in various orphanages as much as I can. Which, I think I should not speak about because I don't want you guys to think I am boasting about my donating activities.

Let's not talk about charity works.

Let's write about something else. Something that could make an impact on society.