Yeah, right.
Kindly take note that you, readers could be my friends, former friends, aspiring friends or just some strangers that were googling “furry chains” or “polka dot handcuffs” in secret and was accidently linked to this crappy blog. Anyhow, I don’t care (about the items you google ) because all that matters is that you take the time to read my stuff, no matter how blatantly annoying or crappy it can be.
You guys may call me “gee”. I am a highly intuitive sensitive person with a penchant for art, books, music, films and disasterous relationship. Being in and out of an imaginary relationship with Peter Seller and Takeshi Kaneshiro, I also enjoy the company of autonomous pets and individuals who appreciate intellectually stimulating conversation. I fear clowns, flowing blood, nematods, good looking men, good looking men that give wrong signals and UMNO. I love rainy days, starry nights, shy sensitive men, giggles of a child, the joy of leaving work early, home cook food, watching gigs alone or reading my favourite novel in between transits. Although I am doing something that I love at the moment-human rights, democracy and all those idealistic stuff that could get you detained without trial, my dream job is to be an entertainment journalist, covering rock bands on tour or the latest international film festival.
When you read my blog, read it with an open mind and some sense of humour. That way, you could understand that this blog is about my journey to learn from my imperfections as a woman, mother and sometimes, a kick ass loser because not until a few weeks ago did I realize that every inch of my imperfection has defined who I am to the world. Not you, not them or him. And although I realize this 23 years too late, and a few hundreds of Prozacs too many, it is better THAT late than never at all.
I hope my blog could one day be a source of inspiration for me to reflect on my colorful life , a source for future reminder on how stupid or awesome some of the things that I did and last but not least, a tribute to everything that defines myself today.
In short, THIS is a cheap attempt at preserving my dramatic life virtually in order to satisfy my narcissist self and your voyeuristic tendency. 
