Happy Valentine's Day.

3:43 PM

Consider this a belated Valentine's Day tribute. I have been shit busy with the renovation and I recently took Kath's great advice to sell my used furniture through a local community forum. I can't believe it, people actually buy second hand furniture. I get a bit eeekked with used things because I always think about where they have been. Thanks to my overly vivid imagination la.

We didn't do much on Valentine's Day, we just had dinner at home and a bottle of wine. Everywhere we looked that day we saw couples holding big bouquet of roses and gifts and eating dessert together. How lovey dovey. I talk to Ruby loads about life's general topics and just before V-day, we had this conversation about the type of relationships we have. Yes, it's old, yes there is no more adrenaline and that anticipation of a first date has long eluded me. Do I miss it? Sometimes but seriously I have so much to be grateful for.

I am an old soul. When I was 18, when I finally thought I could conduct an adult conversation with my dad, I had asked him, why didn't it worked out between mum and him. His answer was just, never marry someone you can't talk to. It's so damn true. As much I might have fucking hated him during my angry, Nirvana head banging days, I cannot deny that my parents were absolutely miserable for one another. On their own, they are inherently good people with good hearts but they brought out the worst in one another. I wondered for a long time, how it all started? Was the lust that irressistable? I have to admit my mother had the best fuck-me-legs and luscious jet black hair but still..........

People like Christina, Ruby, Joyce, I really consider them my best friends. They make me feel as though I can be whoever and whatever and I don't care.. It's like this with Rudi too. We poke fun of each other, we tell each other off all the time and we are just friends talking about everything. The older I am, I have come to accept that, at the end of the day; you just need that fun factor that help gets you through the day.

Again in all honesty, I really do believe that he loves me loads. Looking back at my old pictures during my fat days, even I find it so hard to love myself la. Hahaha!!!

So here' s to my best friend and I do not need February the fucking fourteen for me to tell you how much I love you. I feel that god made you just for me and besides my dad did say, when you take daughter, there is absolutely no refund!












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I say it best when I say nothing at all

6:10 PM

I am so fucking glad when we decided to renovate our house, I did not go to my friends for help because fucking them verbally would be the hardest thing to do and I am sure as hell that after they are done renovating my house, so would our friendship. After months and months of working on the house, I am so glad to say that the light at the end of the tunnel is nearing. We are two weeks from moving out to our temporary house and I can't tell you how much I look forward to telling my interior designer - expect no referral business from me.

I do not know what is wrong with people nowadays. They talk more than they listen. Let me tell you the things she tells me. "I have a feeling you would like this because my experience of working with you, tells me you're this type of person". I know myself for thirty years, I don't even really know myself, what gives her the right to say that. Another example of what she says to me, " This would look really good because most HK people do this" - Guess what, do I look and shit HK to you? Me - Malaysian, Me no care what HK people like and me like No bullshit!!!!!!!! ME NO LIKE YOU!!!!

I told her, I want a full length mirror for yoga and pilates. The next thing I know, I see a cabinet in front of my mirror. WTF is that and it seems to me her brains are just hardwired to neurotransmitters in her ass. And best of all in the sketches, my fitball is there. I think maybe she thinks I am so short, I do not need room to do my downward dog poses..

Today, Ms. Shit has just done it again. She called Rudi and told him that she would like to use this type of material for our wardrobe. I swear to god, my face fell when she sent me a reference picture.



Exhibit A : Reference picture from Designer



Exhibit B: Straight out of an IKEA catalogue


Need I say more? Because of confidentiality reasons, if you want to know the identity of this designer, please call me. I'd be delighted to share with you my trunk full of wonderful experiences working her.


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I heart Iron & Wine

2:05 PM

I am so in love. It's been so long since I feel this way. The last time I felt this way about a certain band or music must have been when Clazziquai broke into the scene with that song Romeo & Juliet and The Last Tango.

I walked deliberately to HMV today during lunch time and emptied the space containing all of their CDs. My Ipod has been since this morning been playing and replaying to the song Fightless Bird American Mouth.. I love it sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. What a fucking amazing song. It was on the soundtrack of Twilight and that was how I found it. Oh right over the past one month, I have read and obssessed over the Twilight Series like a born again Christian.


Okie now back to the reason for my obssession. People please please check out Iron & Wine. It is so good. It's easy to listen, mellow, has really good rhythm and I am so taken with that certain dreamy quality to it...


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Standard Chartered Race 2009

4:42 PM



More than 51, 000 people took part in the Standard Chartered Race yesterday and I was one of them.

My love for running is pure, unadultered and simple. It is such an intimate love affair that I can now no longer imagine a life without it. Running and doing sports are very sacred institutions for me. I believe that with sports, when you put your heart and soul to it, you can only do better..not worse.

I ran with my colleagues yesterday after training most of them for since end of last year with my bare knuckles.. Maybe it's me but I always feel that there are rooms for improvement. I am a little unhappy with the lack of commitment showed by some of them although I must say most of them try really hard. All my life, I try my best to separate the black from the white and that is why when I commit to something, I give it my best shot. I hate people who don't try, never trying to break a sweat whilst doing something. I never want to look back in any particular time of my life and think, I could have done better or try harder.


After two years of running in the Standard Chartered race I have made the decision to never run in this particular competition anymore. There are way too many people in the race and every year, the organisers try and inflate the numbers by 10%. There is no emphasis on trying to make the routes more condusive to running and the quality of air of having to run in the city is a sheer catalyst for asthma. I don't mind the training but I tend to put way too much pressure on myself whenever I run in a competition. I don't sleep the night before because I worry about not being able to wake up the next day... I am one fucked up chick.


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