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I went for my 1st Body Combat class last night, and I have to admit, that I like the class very much. However, maybe I said that too early, because this morning, I suffered from muscle aches everywhere! Especially my arms!
I am looking for the next class, and perhaps, if I could find time to join the Cardiac Dance Class or the Party G class, that would be awesome. I saw them dancing to the hardcore music that it felt like that they were having fun in there - with the exception of alcohol and smoke, but I could live with that!

Anyway, picture above:
The "root" cost about RM150 per kg, and sums up to about RM2400. Guess what is that?

TONGKAT ALI.

This is how it actually looks like. I always knew it was some sort of root but never knew how it really looks like. Well though, I thought it is small enough to be in can of drinks, but meh, you'll never know! Actually my colleagues, from China that is, bought this to be shipped back to their motherland, and according to his relatives, this gem actually does work! Like, they felt pretty "strong" after consuming this, and you get the gist!

On how to actually consume this, well, erm..they told me that they shaved bits of it, to make tea, or to just put small bits of the root into their mouth and slowly suck the essence of it. Hmm..I guess I will never know the real taste because they never offer me some, or maybe they think it's only for men. One question though, I wonder how can we verify the authenticity of the Tongkat Ali..because, even locals like myself are clueless of such root, what more the Chinamen. Hahha, their only explanation is that this was purchased from a LARGE medical corporation and they wouldn't dare sell fake stuffs to deem their reputation. Oh well. I have a different opinion, but heck, I'm not saying a word.

Picture taken above is for those who are just as clueless as me, who might want to know how it looks like. 

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I am fat. 

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I won a pair of tickets to watch "God of Carnage" - a simple contest done by Tim Tiah of Nuffnang. 


This was what I wrote to win the pair of tickets: -


Unfortunately, I can't make it, with the change of dates, and so I had to forgo the tickets.
And worst thing is, I have to work this coming weekend too, in Lumut (yes, even on a Sunday!) and I will be missing out on Ikar Bakar this coming Saturday too!

Oh woe is me!

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So yesterday, dad came to the office to look for me, and we hung out at Murni's.
We were discussing some issues, mainly because he's now based in Malaysia, and we have yet to come out for dinner together. So, since he was around Sunway, he came and we talked.
However, not for long, probably 30 minutes?..he had to go. Before he left, he gave me a RM50 note and although I refused, he insisted that I buy something to eat.
At that moment, I felt like my tears were going to burst from the eyes because at that age, it should be the other way around. I think I miss being at home, surrounded by my parents all the time.

I used to be the rebellious one,wanting to leave the nest as soon as possible. But looking back, maybe I shouldn't have made such a wish. Because I really hope that time could be turned back, and I am still a young kid, at home. 

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Because I had the time to go through my past entries @ www.ak47.tabulas.com, I stumbled upon the "past-khian"; how beautifully I used to be able to put my emotions into solid words. And then now, "present-khian" has barely the time to write anymore, because of the ridiculous amount of time she needs to spend at work. I mean, COME ON, WE DON'T REALLY WORK 8 HOURS A DAY, DO WE?

Most of the time, spent, just for waiting.

Anyway, the missus and I went for our first gym session last night, and now, I have muscle aches all over. Sign that I have NOT been exercising AT ALL (and I am not even going to deny that!) 

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I honestly think my superiors ought to have better command in ENGLISH.
Because I do not understand the emails they send to me. At all.

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I have meant to write sooner, but the internet is faulty back where I live, so all I had to rely over the weekend was Digi's "3G" internet, which came with the package I signed. I couldn't even afford to download a decent 1 episode Chinese Drama which I am currently following, and thus, the weekend was spent, with me, spending time, lying on the queen-sized bed I have, at home. Sometimes, I wished I would have an interesting hobby to keep me excited about the weekends. Instead, most of the time, I choose to just lie on the bed, get myself tired, and then waste a few hours, not getting quality sleeps and then find myself waking up in the middle of the night. I realized it's a bad thing, to keep waking up in the middle of the night, because you have 5 stages of sleep, right? I probably went into Stage 2, and the whole process got disrupted and then, you need to start all over. Kinda suck if I were to play a role in an INCEPTION process right?

I have tried reading, and even went to the extent of meeting up with Mel (together with the missus) at Starbucks, and trying to concentrate on my reading material. But all I've had managed to finish was a few pages, poor understanding of the lines I have read (probably because I was only READING, but not letting it sip into my mind) and then, there I was, fiddling with the phone. I blame it on the crowd they have in Starbucks. The crowd's supposed to be of a higher class right, since NOT EVERYONE CAN AFFORD A FRAPPÉ AT STARBUCKS IN MALAYSIA (considering it's freaking over-priced!) Either that, all people choose to patron Starbucks, because they want to do something over their computers or read their thick books..however, the crowd that day, consisted of middle-aged uncles, catching up on their lives, and you know how easily people get carried away with their life-stories that their tones and frequencies changed almost instantaneously; probably to add in some drama into their story plots, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
Beyond that all, I realized that I have the WORST concentration span ever, probably the shortest in the Guinness Books of Records (if there's one!). And just like now, I have second thoughts of abandoning this blog entry, abruptly. 

Or maybe I should. 

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and this is what made her cry....(over and over..)

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As I was browsing through the missus' old photos, (unfortunately some, with her ex-better halves then), made me realize that actually the person up there, has a very peculiar way of arranging us to meet one another. Looking at her old pictures, I wouldn't have guessed that she would turn out to be such a feminine person now. And perhaps, her evolution to becoming who she is now, has given her such a drastic change, that I actually am thankful we met now, instead. No, I'm not someone who judge the other person solely based on their external appearances, but don't deny that it plays a certain importance in the choices I make. Looking back at MY old pictures, I don't deny, that I've changed somewhat in terms of my appearance, and recalling back, I think I have changed in terms of my decision-making, thoughts and controlling of my emotions.

I have gone through a lot, in the past. Numerous (failed!) relationships, and thank god, for each time I felt a heart burn, I thought I could have just died then. But I did not. I wouldn't say I learn, but I guess it's because I've seen so much, that I'm beginning to see the bigger picture, even much clearer now. And from the missus' part, her past relationships have also made her a different person, and I guess, the timing has never been better!

She came into my last stage of University life, when I'm preparing to graduate and enter the working cycle. I won't deny I have to make decisions which I am not proud of, as an individual, but sometimes, work is just work; in the end, it's how and who you want to lead your life that matters.

Coming Monday, it's going to be our 1-year anniversary, and I wouldn't have imagined that I could make it in this relationship this far, and yet still feel so much in love. (Though we have our own dark days, but what's a little healthy bickering for a young couple eh?) The reason why I'm writing this entry, is not to wish her a Happy Anniversary but actually to note down, how much I've actually grown up in relationships. I won't deny that sometimes, I'm afraid that we would not be able to last for eternity, but I've learned that relationships come from lotsa dedication from both parties.

I love you.

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I've never found reading to be so therapeutic.

Sometimes, it's easier to laugh at something, rather than being laughed at. I guess I wasn't born to be in the spot light, but rather someone behind the curtains.  

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I am probably THE ONLY ONE who doesn't know what I want in my life. 

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What if one day, I'm no longer around; would you still think I don't love you as much?

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I am currently back home, where I think most of my energy/self esteem is sucked away most.
Everytime I meet up with a cousin/relative/aunties, they tend to ask about what I do, and give the most non-supporting comments ever!
Like telling me that the job I do, is not important, doesn't gain much solid experiences, less income, too much traveling etc. I feel like I wanna slap all of them, because knowing it yourself is one thing, but having people to constantly remind you is another.

I have nothing much to write about because, I feel I would need all the time, to recoup before heading back to KL. It's like, mentally and emotionally taxing, whenever I go! Maybe I should read a couple of pages, of Cyanide & Happiness before I go to sleep. Maybe that would do the trick.