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So this poptart’s starting to crumble…

Doing a multi class and running 6km straight: Shins hurting like a bitch

A solid hour of shadow boxing and endless fucking skipping: Horridly tight calves

Tomorrow’s 4 hour regiment of training and teaching: Shin splints undoubtedly and lasting bruises

Staring @ a photo of K1 Arslan Magomedov and wondering if the pain’s worth it: Priceless

PS. He’s such a hunny and even more so when I last saw him live at the K1 Oceania Round 1 match.

PPS. Consuming and applying arnica on wounds does nothing to them.

PPPS. *swoons*

>)

So it’s just another day in paradise and once again I’m ready to hit the sack WHEN upon surfing, I sortakindamaybe stumbled into the Miss Universe 2006 website.

E-yah.

Well I really wish I didn’t check out the New Zealand contestant..

before our Malaysian one cause it made the latter seem SO ordinary.

Seriously guys, how bad were the rest of the Malaysian hopefuls?

Check it out: http://www.missuniverse.com/delegates/2006/files/MY-closeup.html and better yet, check out her interview video.

And then say it with me "if I only had a brain"…

*sighs*

Call me a cruel cunt but I mean, what the hell are people to think of our country after they’ve tried chatting with her?

The woman can’t even string proper sentences together.

Check out the site and decide for yourselves.

I’m sleepy and am ready to hit the sack but alas, I have to wait for my washing to freaking finish its cycle so I can hang it out. Just to let you know in advance, this is going to be another pointless entry as I’m just trying to kill time.

It’s been a hectic week and I’m actually glad that it’s over. Work’s been gruelling as ppl have been coming in eager to do something this Winter. I’ve had to up the ante on my training regiment as I’ve just joined a kickboxing lee gar and am hoping to compete in the next couple of months.

Obstacle 1: Base fitness..scur?!
It’s been nothing but endless skipping and road running. My coach insists that I run with the group but it’s quite intimidating when you’re the only girl in the pack. Oh yeah and waking up to run at 6am when you start work at 1 in the arvo is out of the question as well. I need my sleep and the idea of cutting a couple of hours whilst trying to not look like a pufferfish while your lungs are burning as you run doesn’t seem appealing at all.

Obstacle 2: Killer Legs.
David said that I might as well say goodbye to my pretty shins. The last 2 weeks, they’ve been sporting big bruises as I’ve started sparring. John (my other coach) said he wants me to toughen them up and so it’s back to kicking the damn bags. As a result, if you were to run your fingers down my shin bone, you’ll find that they’re quite jagged and yucky.

Obstacle 3: Egg whites, egg whites and more egg whites.
Well I can’t really complain in this dept as I’ve gotten used to them but I need to drop 8 more kgs to be eligible to fight in the 50kg weight range. As far as nutrition goes, I’ve said goodbye to poptarts, alcohol, chocolates, bread, pasta, fast food, anything nice that makes the world go round. It’s been nothing but veggies, skinless chicken and egg whites.

Truth be told, I’m not really complaining. It’s the biggest health kick ever I’ve been on and to see results so quickly, it’s quite nice really. I’ve leaned out heaps. My bodyfat percentage is now in the early 20s and I’m hoping for it to drop more towards the 13-16% mark. 

But why all the punishment you ask?

Well personally, lippy lil me is curious to know whether my bite would be as bad as my  bark and the only way I can (legally) know, is in the ring.

So watch this space. I’ll update you guys as training progresses. I’m just a tad worried I might be taking too many projects on as my external dance course commences this week too. The last thing I wanna do is injure myself. My right rotator cuff is already being shitty with me.

Aiights. Outs. Bedtime calls. My clothes have been hung and I’ve got an early weights and hour long running session to look forward to before work so nights y’all!

You know what? As soon as I logged on to the comp and checked out my Friendster main profile page, I saw a lotta blog entries from my girly friends blogging about their woeful male problems.

Well laydees, have I a solution for you.

When in doubt, hunt.

When he’s making you cry, hunt.

When the poor boy can’t make up his goddamn mind, hunt.

When you know he’s lying his sad ass off, hunt.

I’ve decided that instead of going gay, I’m saving myself for Chris Brown… when I grow up of course.

It’s now 5 past 9 at night and I’m just waiting to get ready cause my girls are gonna be here in the next hour and true to the mantra, we’re going hunting.

Boy dramas. Who needs them? Honestly, the guys I meet swing from one extreme variable to another. One’s been sending me pic txts of his naked (fine) self in hopes that I’ll sleep with the lad; another’s been wanting to catch up with me but insists that we do so at his place and *ahems*, in his spa.

Yeah.

The one that I really would like to date/sleep/do naughty stuff with is Bachelor number 3 who’s really really really hot but unfortunately not too bright.

The moment he asked if this was a date or an "outing", I was like asking myself omg what are you doing with shy boys resh?

If you’re not in the know, shy boys aren’t my cup of tea.

They take forever to ask you out and forever to do the follow up date.

Which hence might waste you with valuable oh say, hunting time.

I’m rambling but nevertheless I need to get ready as apparently it’s game on tonight. =)

pas·sion    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (pshn)
n.

1. A powerful emotion, such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.

1. Boundless enthusiasm: His skills as a player don’t quite match his passion for the game.
2. The object of such enthusiasm: Soccer is her passion.

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In the midst of a placid Friday morning in the crazy hustle of the gym, I was close to ripping the brass blonde locks of a "friend" of mine.  I say "friend" with the love of all the sarcasm in the world as she’s nothing but a competitive 2-faced <insert derogatory adjective of choice here, please>

Have you ever harboured a passion for something? An emotion so strong that if if you did not yield to it, there’d be an instant sense of deprivation and regret?

Kickboxing… that’s my passion.

At present, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. I love every facet of it; from its graceful footwork to the savagery of blows in an aqueous motion. Of all the martial arts I’ve done over the years (TKD, Hapkido, Capoeira) I fell into kickboxing quite by accident really.

To condense things, I enquired about core-strength training and got introduced to my trainer David. When I found out he was a pro kickboxer, I did a session with him out of curiosity and the rest as they’d say, is history. That was 2 years ago and we’ve been training ever since.

I think that now if I didn’t train, I think I’d be an angrier person (that pent up rage and all).

Nyways back to my little story. I’ve been real sick for the last couple of weeks and eventhough it might have seemed a good idea for me to NOT train, my doctor gave me the green light to resume my physical training.

Guess what my friend did?

She told my sales manager that I was going to resume my kickboxing  and as such, my manager consequently banned me from all 3 clubs as she thought it was in my best interest to stay at home and do nothing.

I tried telling them that I had gotten the go ahead from my doc to resume my fitness regiment but alas, my cries fell on deaf ears.

And that’s when I got real shitty.

Like I understand my friends being concern about my welfare but wouldn’t you think I’d know better when it came to my physical state of being? Hello, you may own me as a workdrone but you don’t own my soul, retard.

In hindsight, I don’t understand why I keep being nice to blondie as she only has one goal in mind- to fuck over as many people as she can. I think it’s due to the fact, that I HAVE to work with her, that I HAVE to  be nice to her. However this is Altercation#3 and my patience is wearing thin. In my confrontation, I bluntly told her that it was her sheer (cunning) stupidity that had gotten me in this predicament but she said she was just joking.

E-yah.. at the cost of my training unfortunately.

Regardless, I still got to train in the end (practice was off the chain). I didn’t get stopped by nobody and that was because David (my trainer) was ruthless to anyone that tried.

If you must know, I’m not going to confront her or mention this episode again. I just hope that between her blonde locks (which I hope to rip out one fine day), she finds her passion.

Or that it finds her like mine did.

I think there’s something wrong with me… and I’m not referring to my over-excessive use of profanities (I think I fill my curse quota just fine, thank you).

At my workplace, we have over 4,000 members. And in that wee total, we have some seriously gorgeous boys. I’m talking Grade-A-Break-Me-Off-A-Piece-Of-That-Chocolate-Chip-Premium-Beef and if you’re lucky enough, with personality to boot. And with the work that I do, I have to talk to these lads so it’s not as if I’m cut off from them. I get my male clients asking me out so you think with all the boy action buzzing around, I’d be:
a) casually seeing someone
b) dating Mr.Premium Beef

but alas, it’s c) I’m still here by myself.

One of the gripes my mum used to have about me and my messy room back in the day was that I used to keep everything and I mean everything! The thought of throwing out my old TeddyBears or books absolutely horrified me so in me cupboard they went. Primary to high school to college and now on my recent trip back, I still have them and have no means to chuck them out. I’ve managed to keep all my assignments and lil bits of paper from my uni days and graduation was only 3 years ago.

Tis simple: I thrive in familiarity and am lost without it.

It’s been 9 months since my longest relationship ended and you think for the person who had the courage to walk away from it, that I would be okay seeing I initiated its termination.

So why does it still feel like I’m struggling to stay afloat? Why can’t I let it go?

Why won’t I?

My last client that I saw today was absolutely gorgeous.

The bland 411?
28yrs, 6"1, pure muscle, gorgeous eyes and was half-caucasian and croatian. The boy had personality to boot and we got on like a house on fire. He made it clear that he knew that we had chemistry and was hinting that we should perhaps go out.

However did I take the hint?

No.

Cause apparently Reshmi’s retarded as they come.

*sighs* I just cracked a smile and brushed it off.

And thinking about it now, it annoys me. Cause I’m a pedantic type of person and to not know how long will I be in this emotional funk for just frustrates and infuriates me.

Why is it so hard? Why can’t I let it go??

I used to love Wednesdays.

For starters, I’m a Wednesday child (and btw whoever said that Wednesday’s Child is full of woe deserves a rightful knock on his already fractured skull). Seeing I work, I find it uplifting to know that when Wednesdays swing by, you know you’re already halfway through your work week and that the glorious weekend’s just around the corner.

My dance classes that I teach also fall on Wednesday evenings so you see, I used to love my Wednesdays.. until today that is.

It started out great. I started work at half past 11 in the morning and worked solidly til 2 when we had to go to town for a meeting. Got back at half 4 and worked right up to half 6. See the plan was to leave my consultancy work at half 6, teach dance at 7 to 8 and then have a lazy evening at home reading this book that was gifted to me by a client of mine as I’m off work til Saturday.

However did it pan out that way?

Hell no.

I left my stuff in the staff lockers to teach my hourly class and when I got back, I found that someone had stolen my phone.

…

Yes my $800 Sony Ericsson V800 3G phone.

Now to those of you that are not in the know, I’m a phone whore. Aside from the ridiculously expensive price, my phone has all my txt msgs from my parents and friends from the last 6 years and people who know me, will tell you that I can’t live without my little toy (yes worse than my vibrator).

And tonight, some asshole had the nerve to go to the damn staff lounge and steal it from my locker.

So everything’s gone. Contact numbers from my friends and family abroad and here- the whole enchilada- and in the space of an hour.

So instead of vegging out and reading my book and lazing at home as I initially intended to do, I instead had to go to town to the central police station and fill out a police report. I called my phone co. and they’ve blocked my sim card. I’ve also got my serial number of my phone so tomorrow the motherfucker who took my damn trinket is going to get a rude awakening when he finds the phone well locked and dead.

>)

If there’s one thing I honestly cannot fathom is the nerve of people stealing stuff. Does it make you feel better, to know that you’ve taken something of importance from someone else? Especially when they’ve worked hard to get it?

I hate feeling victimized and part of me being upset tonight was not being able to do anything about it but lodge a stupid report so that my insurance would cover it.

Ask any of my friends. Like my dad, I can be pretty generous so to take something off me without my consent, really irked me tonight.

There’s rumours going around that it could be one of the staff members but I find it hard to believe cause I work with these people and I know them and to think that one of them could’ve taken my toy really depresses me.

Nyways I was incensed. Told staff that if anyone wanted to steal my things, they should try prying it off my freaking fingers.

…

And that when I find the perpetrator that took my phone, you can be sure I’m gonna give him/her one hell of a beating.

I’m talking put-your-fucking-jaw-on-the-pavement-so-I-can-break-it-with-my-foot styles.

…

And that’s exactly what I told the cops at the station.

The weather in Auckland is as temperamental as the peeps here. It’s like 15 to 11 on a Monday morning here and for the past 10 minutes I’ve witnessed all 4 seasons.

Why am I not at work? Well just cause I start at 1 today. It’s great having late starts on Mondays. I get to sleep in til 10 in the morning and fluff around until noon before getting my booty out of my front door and to work.

Life’s been real hectic since coming back from Malaysia. The plane ride was crap to begin with. I think due to my cold, my ears had refused to pop from the pressure and it was only a couple of days later that it finally managed to stabilise themselves them bastards.

The week that I got back as well was our Mid-Year launch for all our programs so seeing I was co-presenting for 3 launches, that basically meant getting myself into the studio by 6-7 in the morning to run over my choreography.

7 gruelling days later, I’m still sick and have been diagnosed by my docs that I’m overtraining and that I need to take it easy (like no shit sherlock). I’ve got a follow-up on Thursday so I’m hoping that goes well.

I’ve also just booked my ticket back to Malaysia for December! I so can’t wait. Pri’s gonna be there so I’m pretty sure my second trip back will be more chaotic than my last one. Yes if you must know, we’re planning on taking over the world.

Aiights I’m out. This is pretty much a boring entry. There’s nothing much happening in my week this week. I’m saving for my trip so that’s pretty much ruled out any drunken-clubbing possibilities.

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E-yeah… We’ll see how long that resolve lasts.

Outties!

x,
me-

So KL is still krayzee. It’s funny but in the 6 years I’ve been away, you’d think that a city with 18million then, would’ve developed systematically but alas, when have we Malaysians been recognized and applauded for our organizational skills? =)

Aside from the population boom, not much has changed. We are still rude and uncivil(ised?), teenage girls when in herds are horridly judgemental and most drivers here still have a penchant for driving in between lanes (this is not your road at your daddy’s kampung dammit). But as pointed out by my girlfriends, these are just some of the characteristics and traits that make Malaysia, Malaysia I guess. So suck it in and deal with it Resh <— maybe I was whinning too much?

All and all I must say that I had my share of fun. I’ve been here for a week and leave tomorrow night. Still I got to catch up with my friends I haven’t seen in ages. For starters, Shu was the one that picked me up from the airport Sunday past. See I sortakindamaybe didn’t tell my parents that I was coming home so I got to surprised them. Family aside, I got to hang out with Zaireen, Bahariah, Shukies, Mel, ‘Leen and Eugene even and you know what? I’m happy everyone’s doing so well.

On the shopping front, the clothes here aren’t quite different from the ones in NZ so instead of clothes shopping, I’ve been food-shopping. I’ve stocked up on my fav cereals, pop tarts, marshmallows, lays potato chips and peanut-butter oreos- you know the good stuff you can’t find anywhere else. Hehe.

I’ve also had my share of the local fare so I’m happy.

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No actually, I’m quite sad at the fact that I’m leaving this place so soon but on the upside, I’ll be back in December and hopefully I’d be here for a month.

Aiights I’m out. I don’t really know how to end this so I’m just going to kill it here. My flight leaves tomorrow night but I’ll be packing tonight and doing last minute stuff tomorrow.

See you in Auckland.

xx-

It’s like 2 minutes past 11 in the dead of a glorious Saturday night and for once, I’m actually at home. Not at home about to get myself ready to go out and cause chaos. Just plain ol’ at home in my jim-jams with a hot cuppa at my side. I’ve decided that for several weeks now, I’ve been going out incessantly and 80% of the time, my night get’s fucked up no thanks to one (constantly drunk) girlfriend of mine.

Now I’m not belittling my gender here, but man some girls can be so fucked up at times. I mean the things they’ll put themselves (and us) through just to get that wee little amount of attention they’re seeking. Don’t get me wrong, I know I have my dramatic moments but it’s so nothing compared to crap I’ve seen here. Like today I had an appointment with a female client. Jane Blogs was your usual 26 year old blue-eyed blondie but with a difference- she had razor scars all over her arms. Now I’m taking a hunch here but I’m 99.999% positive that they were self-inflicted.

A  girlfriend of mine is going through a rough sexuality patch at the moment and she’s carried on the am I gay/straight saga for over 2 months now that I dread seeing her whenever I’m out. Like I don’t have a problem whatsoever with whoever and whatever their sexual preference may be but c’mon now, it’s crunch time. Just decide and get it over with. I don’t understand why she’s making a big deal out of it. No one’s judging her and I absolutely cannot fathom why she’s absolutely angry at us at her bewilderment. Just mack out with a girl already! Hey I’ve done it and I’m straight.

Apart from that, I’ve had a shitty week with trying to catch up with my clients. What is up with bastards confirming their appointments and not showing up? I had one cancellation today as well so I’m 1 short of making my monthly target. No matter, I hope I get the last one tomorrow. And yes you can be damn well sure that I’m going to make it. My sales manager told me on friday that if I hit it, she’ll give me a $5K increase. Yee-haa!

On the flipside, I had an awesome training week. Friday alone, I had 3 hrs of glorious kickboxing training. David’s confident I’m ready to start sparring so he’s told me to go and get a mouthguard as we start fighting this coming Saturday. Being the little girly that I am, I’m still deciding on what colour my mouthguard should be. Hhmmm, any ideas? I’ve got my sights on say a nice blue colour and perhaps I could personalize it and get someone to put the phrase "my bitch" on it. So can you imagine, whenever I’m smiling in the ring, my opponent will see my pretty blue mouthguard and "my bitch" emblazoned on it..? Heheh

Ooh.. now I was talking to some of my girlfriends back at home and they too have caught the fitness bug. Have you guys heard of BodyCombat? It’s one of the Group Fitness classes that’s taught in over 55 countries worldwide and it started in the heart of NZ at my gym. Nyways on friday after training, the program director who choreographs Combat saw me doing some mirrorwork for kickboxing and do you know what? I ended up having a training session with him. Dan used to be a kickboxer back in Britain and gave me a couple of real good pointers… as well as a smack in the face when we were sparring. Now how many of you can say that?!

Nyways, it’s only a matter of time before I fly back to Malaysia and in a word, I’m stoked. I think my depression and homesickness has amalgamated so I really can’t wait to go home and see my folks. Typical me, they don’t know I’m coming back to see them. It’s been over 2 and half years now since I last saw them so it’s gonna be pretty funny when I rock on up there and say hello. Let’s just hope that they haven’t changed the locks…

Aiights I’m going to jet. It still feels weird that I’m not out partying on a Saturday night. The big GFX workshop is on next week (that’s when we do filming and launching for all Group Fitness programmes) and later on in the night, there’s going to be a massive party so right now my main concerns are:
> Training ultra hard so I’ll look super buff
> Finding something to wear to the party (perhaps a sexy skimpish little number)
> Duty Free shopping!

I will take photos!

Aiights, am out. It’s close to midnight and I’m aching for a sleep.

Laters!