Should I changed my blog to turned 30 instead of turning 30. Obviously I wasn't thinking when I came up with this blog title.

30 I reckon is a good age. It's the age whereby you are still ( relatively young), have a tad bit of money after years of working your butt off and hopefully by now, you know who you are..

My friend Julian asked what do I want to do this year because by now being a mother is still the last thing in my head. I am never one of these people who think, in 5 years time, I am going to rule the world. My goals are relatively short term and in a sense maybe I am a bit myopic. For now, I just want to enjoy living, I just want to soak in the moment......

One of the saddest thing about growing older, is not growing older is the suffering the guilt of an adult child. When you are away from your family, you don't see them for a period of time and when you do, they are now a little older than when you last saw them.. But then again, life is never really about the destination because we know that eventually the final destination is death. It's fleeting continuation of life's little adventures and lessons.

Today, I resolute to try and learn something new everyday. I do not want to be that chick that says no it's not for me because we don't know until we try...

There is something that saddens me a lot, in the past few years especially after coming to HK, I became very preoccupied in myself, my career and my hobbies. I stopped bothering about people that potentially I'd liked to be friends with. I was pretty shocked today to receive SMSes from people I know because to be honest, I have no idea when their birthdays are.

So from now on, I want to start from stratch, I want to listen more than I talk ( and fucking hell, I talk a lot okie)


I want to thank everyone for their birthday wishes...

I want to thank my colleagues for realising my birthday wish ( which was to donate to SPCA)

And finally at 30, I still do not have everything but I think I have enough which is cool by me.

I turn 30 tomorrow. As much as I have been saying that I have been looking forward to this milestone. I realised that turning 30 has its little limitations....

1.) I have officially been disqualified for speed speeding - I just realised how unfair speed dating is towards women. Whilst the age of eligibility starts at 28 for men for women it's 20. What does this all mean? Men are brainless baboons till the age of 28? http://www.hkspeeddate.com/

2.) I am too old to be Ms. Hong Kong. Well, didn't really feel the pinch here because my height has automatically disqualified me from day one.

3.) I am too old to dress like a slut. There is no crime as bad as an older woman trying to look like a 14 year old virgin.. I know of some and I tell you it's darn bloody pathetic..

4.) After a few years with increasing fine lines, I would not rule the possibilities of considering collagen injections, botox or any form of plastic surgeries. I'd like a nicer nose. Something sharper, more delicate like Maggie Cheung's nose - and hers is fake as well... More prominent jaw line is worth considering as well... what to do, growing old is a fucking bitch. Well, at least I hope by this 30 something decade, I'd pool together enough money to fix them. Don't give me crap like god gives you what you need. Why do you think god created plastic surgeons then?

Whether I am 30 or 40 or 50. I'd still want to be a fiesty little devil with a young soul. I'd be supergran someday...Anyone remembers supergran?