Mixed sort of day

Had lunch with a good friend, the sort of friend that even if you don't see very often you can just pick up where you left off.

Due to her traveling a lot on business in the last few months and me just being anti social we haven't actually seen each other since April!

What a lot of things to catch up on, to many little things that don't really really matter but we usually tell each other and a few big thing. The biggest being she is leaving Hong Kong, not for good but for at least 3 years. She has decided to do the best thing for her, which is to go back to study and start the next phase of her life.  She is extremely brave in my opinion, she's on the top of the game career wise. She has a great ongoing relationship with a guy who works here in Hong Kong and she's surrounded by people who love her!
But she's taking the bold move of moving back to her home country for 3 years to study, although as she puts it she's not actually leaving Hong Kong she is just living in 2 countries for a while. 
I wish her allllllll the best!
But will be sad that she wont be around for nachos at my favourite Mexican resturant any more!

The second part to my day was different. I got a late afternoon call from a friend I'd sent an email to him at the start of the week suggesting we meet for a drink some night this week and I'd heard nothing back, I just presumed he was busy or didn't really want to, so that was that.
We usually meet up with mutual friends but seem to get on quite well in a platonic sort of way.
Anyway, he called and said that he HAD replied to my Monday email with a suggestion of drinks tonight, so that's what we did. Had a couple of drinks and talked about a few things, one being blogs and for some reason I admitted/told him that I had this blog going, I'd actually already told him about this a few weeks ago but he'd forgotten - I'm not sure why I told him, but he then spent the next 30 mins or so asking for clues as to how to find my blog - I gave him a few but in subtle ways. 
How do I feel about someone I know reading this? I'm not actually sure if I like it.
It is at the moment somewhere I can just ramble along talking about rubbish or talking about things that are important to me. Now when I write will I think 'what will Hib think when he reads this'? I know one of my biggest downfalls in life is caring too much what others think about me. If I could only toughen up a bit and not care quite so much I'm sure I'd be happier!

Ah well, I shall wait and see.

It's odd that I told Hib and no one else though!