Coffeeholic's Hour

August 6 marked my 4-month of weight loss journey. When my weight was stagnant in the last two months, I hit the plateau already, which was sooner than I thought that's it. On second thought, I was thinking I was at certain weight below what I weighed currently so there must be way to get back. 2 months later, I broke the plateau and the weight further reduced 6 kg. What's more surprising to me is the reduction of my total body fat reduced by 4% while muscle mass increased by 7%. Right now, I am at the weight from 5 years ago, with less body fat and more muscle mass. Learning: Stay motivated by changing workout plan everyday. Those YouTube fitness videos are extremely helpful without thinking how to tweak your routine. If the mood says 30-min, then pick a 30-min routine; if you feel like doing 10-min today, then split 5-min each for upper and lower body. Everything is on your mind - learn one new move every week and practice it. You can't do it today doesn't mean you ca...

I am not sure if this happens to most of the Marketing graduate when you mention about your major to a stranger: Situation A Me: I majored in Marketing. Stranger: Oh, do you need to major in selling? Me: Selling is just part of marketing process. Stranger looks at you in puzzle - isn't it the same? Situation B Me: I am a Marketing graduate. Stranger: Ah. To be honest, everyone can be a marketer without graduating as one. Me: Yes, you are right. It's really about common sense most of the time but not many are privileged with that ability. People seem to misunderstand and disparage marketing profession by scoffing at how easy it is to sell with talks only. In most of the circumstances, people comment marketing is all about common sense. I have to agree to this remark wholeheartedly just because common sense is no longer common in practices nowadays. However, strategy is another part of marketing that delivers the talk. It's as easy as quoting example of ho...

距离重看《新不了情》电影，已经是十年前的事了。以前就只专注于故事的流程且感人的情节; 现在反而觉得电影里头的演员，演技，金句，是不可多得的人生演绎。 人生篇 健康从来就不是每个人来到这个世界都能理所当然拥有的。当你在埋怨世界对你有多不公时，别忘了有些人每天...

Stripping off your salutation and professional title from your 16 active hours, have you ever wondered of how would you want to introduce yourself to a stranger again? I walked on foreign street and smiled at whoever came from the opposite. Stopped at the pier, I sat at the bench with draught beer in hand and ignited my blank mode - people watching. At one point of time, I was mentally rehearsing about what should I talk about if someone initiated a conversation. Then, I ran out of words for self introduction. First, your name. Second, your nationality? It's weird in certain occasions unless someone asks. Third, who are you? Probably you think of what you do for a living, or your corporate title, or maybe the industry you are in. Fourth, stuck in awkwardness. You think hard of what makes you an interesting person, and nothing pops up. I reckoned it's stuck at 'what do you do and how do you do it' part. Then, I ordered another beer and pondered what kind of person ...

Yes, I'm heading to 30s era in the next few days. Albeit it's just a number you'd say, big deal haha. Nonetheless, it's the most vital decade of my life - moments I was sane and courageous enough to face problems, make decisions, get through them, and look back of how it started and where I ended. Let's review the trend of this decade with a few words: 20-22: Fidgeting time. Countless first encounters and experiences. Where true friends bonded. Happiest and most carefree times. 23-25: Toughest time. Moving out. Job after job. Tight financials. Steep learning curve on life, work and people. Lost star in the galaxy. 26-29: Turning point after meeting the love of my life. Not getting easy but it gets better when someone is there to lend a shoulder. Mistakes When I was on holiday last week, I was putting so much thoughts about this reflection. On one of the conversations, my husband asked me why was I not getting in touch with friends who used to be so close wi...

我个人觉得我上辈子做了些好事才有今生的福气 坦白说 老公是人人眼中的高富帅 他心灵上的富比较多一些 比起很多有类似条件的男人 他是个在生活和工作上都付出很多的人 再加上他也是一个踏实又老实的人 对爱呢就特别有股劲 爱的诚恳 纯真 专心 我们吵很多 也爱很深 有时想放弃 更多...

Something to be ashamed of when I was asked about my dream job, dream house and dream car recently because I do not have a very specific one in mind. I hardly dream about tangible dream, which in opposite, it is more on those intangible ones, i.e. freedom, security, and love. Practical yet still keep the idealism within a very small, sacred part of me.  Whenever I hear someone comments about how much they earn, how many assets in possession, and how many countries they have been to, I will probably just nod and do not know how to go on and probe for more questions such as 'what's your damage for the trip', 'owh that's nice. How's the neighbourhood?', 'oh my god I am so envy! Can I get a free ride later?' The silence will normally be interpreted as jealousy or uninterested; and then they would turn to the exciting crowd. Ah. That makes me an uninteresting person, not-so supportive friend, and notoriously is known as a hugest dork alive. So I gues...

1) Never ever attempt funny stunts in conferences. Your customers tend to remember them well. 2) The gay-pseudo is challenging my EQ, testing my patience, insulting my IQ, and yet I learn to fake some love as if he is my BFF. 3) I deserve the criticism of being unprofessional if only I spill my hatred in your face, and have done it publicly. 4) Get some balls, or have I just crushed them accidentally? Oh, maybe I just did. 5) Merry Christmas to the bunch of assholes I'm working with, as I have this huge epiphany of 'Boxing Day is a day to be celebrated after Christmas' - to officially get your asses bashed afterward.

It's nice being single by waking up without an alarm clock, schedules reminder, phone calls, SMS, and everything in here is so quiet and peaceful with no parents or kids screaming at each other or mat rempit testing their vehicle's exhaust system. Had a piece of strawberry chocolates to help boosting the body's glucose level. Scrutinising self in the mirror, checking the fats and some pimple blemishes, and practicing some nice, sunny smiles before going off to freshen-up, as I do really believe in the magic of kicking start my day with heaps of smiling reflection over the mirror. No plans for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Watching my all-time favourite Stephen Chow's movies while enjoying brunch, coffee and laughter derived from good ol' Hong Kong movie jokes, in a cozy 2-person couch with all sizes of pillows. Little did I know here is the place full of inspirations, be it at work or at life. Sometimes I spend time on beauty and hair treatments; sometimes washing a...

1) Run on weekly basis 2) Go on serious, healthy diet 3) Develop other hobbies besides Frisbee 4) Need more me-time when necessary 5) Train the stamina and breathing system 6) Tone up the freaking elephant thighs 7) Want to look awesome in dresses 8) Part of training for Mount Kinabalu 9) Hate being fat in gauge of Coffeeholic's standard 10) Meet some quality men *cough* kidding mate *cough* Successfully cut down junks to complement the plan: 1) Chips. 2) Candies. 3) Lollipop. 4) Dinner. 5) Supper. 6) Carbohydrate beverage.

It's very hard to not notice the kindness and especially the love of Prince Albert, King of Belgium for Queen Victoria - a man who is willing to stay with the Queen till his last breath, willing to stand by his wife without asking for popularity and support from the people. It's all the duties he draws purely out of the word of love, his faith and belief in her ruling the country, and his ever-supportive, confidence, and guidance in succeeding the sovereign for twenty years. I like love stories like that. In history. Because it happened. It could be dramaticised and yet I'm sure some part of it must be real. Some people think pure love is naive, unpractical. Does that notion negate you from searching something you wish to float on surface in the ocean of people? First, you want to get the right person. Then, you want to get a hold of his/her thought. Next, you try to change him/her to fit in your bill. Everyone keeps experimenting on the subjects they have in hand and waiti...

You are trying so hard to dig a truth at all costs. The truth reveals and have you ever wondered why were you even asking in the first place and what did you expect from the truth? No, nothing. Pure curiosity that you can't handle and eventually it turns you into a gossiping machine - insatiable whys bombards and tries to intrude more privacy. Sometimes I might wonder can these people actually handle the truth, by judging of how well you pester with guts? I think the world just needs more privacy-defenders, or least a nice friend to lift an encirclement.

First victim shall be the residential guards. I dunno either is their problem or simply is my hatred towards them? Why on earth would they want to create something extra to piss me off, like asking-me-to-park-aside-which-was-far-from-guard-point-got-off-the-car-then-ask-to-register-then-ask-for-IC-and-I-returned-to-car-get-IC-but-she-eventually-ask-me-to-write-down-my-name-only when I was happily going to visit a friend who happened to have huge guard house outside? Does that make them feel extra secured? I have no idea. One thing is, you fucking guards do not own that place. Be polite towards the visitors, instead of treating me like a potential criminal who's ready to burn your guardhouse down. I seriously do not enjoy that kind of inhumane treatment. It's even worse than Sydney airport checkpoint. My evening's spoiled. Great job, guys. Second victim will be the hairstylists in the hair saloon or studio, whatever. I do not look high on hairstylists who have mediocre cutti...

I always get asked of what would I be doing after work. Sleep no later than 9pm. Like seriously, I can't afford to lose my healthy skin to nightlife. Well, maybe not for this month. But I think I'm lucky enough to sleep without getting awaken by dreams in the middle of the night. Good, heavy sleeper. Glad insomnia rarely visit, like, never in years already. At the same time of revealing my after-work activity, it's very easily attracting a predictable doubt like, "Man, so no life meh?" or some regular feedback on getting a life after working hours. But frankly, do I really need nighttime activity to prove the fact that I am conspicuously living a life and leading a normal lifestyle? My living just can't afford to have your vision on it and your value for life doesn't really equivalent to mine; and living under the shadow of everyone else is simply losing a living entity I have so much respect for. Or the all-time-favourite example of living a popular life ...

No, I'm kidding. Anthony Hopkins is a nice Englishman in "Meet Joe Black". And it's my pleasure to recommend you to watch this movie during Father's Day, which is a day I don't usually celebrate. You know I have had this fantasy of being daddy's little girl, especially for a person who grew up with English TV programmes and incidentally can't enunciate a proper word. In Western culture, papa says ' I love you ' so often to his little daughter - from her crib, to sending her to school, till her rejection for his love and existence in her high school times, and nearly an embarrassment to her life when she met a new, young lad who knows how to treat her well. Daughter, is like a man's last girlfriend on earth, whom he has given permission to take him for granted. But I don't have such prerogative. I'm more to a Mommy's little girl. My mum trades her life to protect me from getting hurt. She doesn't care what I would think about...

I think I never really had a communicative conversation with some people for quite some time already. It's the downside of not having an interest to gossip and gossiping with a group of curious cats. At least, you get some information from different sources and source accuracy is yet the focal point. Some people appreciate your carelessness because you don't care about their shit. Some think you're boring because you have nothing to share. Not even yours. Some reckon you are heartless fuck who have least concern for the others. I'm being loved and being hated at the same time. The last thing they realise it, I'm the best target to keep their secrets which I usually think it stinks and my brain isn't your emotion bin. You think that's the end of the secret? No, secret comes in episodes like drama. They test your memory for how much you've remembered from the previous episode and the plot keeps developing. And then I ponder, why would some people proud...

For lads, they always have weekend sports appointment to keep on; while for ladies, shopping deal is on when an individual is emotionally ready or a group is formed to conquer the mall. Cash or not, nah I've got credit cards. Or a bunch of supportive girlfriends who are willing to lend you some for getting your piece of satisfaction. I'm not motivated for jogging now because it rains almost every day when I returned from office. My brother has his own footie schedule to keep on and I do not have a sporting boyfriend to tell me, "Chubby hon, get your gears and we gotta go for a jog now." Joining gym doesn't make it better off as tonnes of excuses would be made to not make a swift turn to the club. Motivation is priceless under such circumstance. Le sigh. My colleague, Nattie used to pluck two of my outgrown white hairs because she found it too hilarious and she couldn't stop laughing it until it's plucked. Robbstar and Debbie plucked off 5 strands while get...

这里的天气，我想我可以用“过意不去”来形容。 昨天的气温高达38度，今早晨就下起了倾盆大雨，浇湿了地球上热气，平息了所有人的闷热心情。 根据澳洲的气候，现在应该是秋末，几近初冬，刚刚过完了忙碌的一周。 今天只想好好的赖一赖床，弥补前些日子早上六点半启程去几近40公里的地方搞活动，晚上一身疲累把自己扔在床上不省人事到明天早晨，同样的行程快把我压垮。 搭飞机是很累人的，驾车也没差。 我也快毕业一年了，怎么我还那么想念早晨抱着一叠书去上课的感觉？ 沿路的晨跑者总是让我精神满满的去面对美好的一天。 苹果的耳机简直是附属品，喜欢聆听晨风，也不想错过迎面而来陌生人的 G'day! 好期待蓝花楹（Jacaranda）盛开的时刻，还有在青绿草坪上的人群。 披着觉得很拉风的外套，拽拽地昂头往着教室走去，当然偶尔也要闪自行车。 那时候我会碰到的人都不太认得我，可能在球场上和球场外的我，衣着讲究有待评估。 现在你认为我还那么在意吗？往往眼镜挂脸上的同时，别人都看不出我刚毕业。 扮专业我很在行，虽然我样子看起来很香蕉，我讲的中文虽然很本土化，英文也参个乱七八糟… 因为我知道字正腔圆的语文没办法拉近国人的隐性距离。 至少我知道什么场合该说怎样的话，什么时候该写正式到不行的文章。 但是掩饰自己不会中文这种事情我做不来，我是骄傲的族群，这却跟“我是中国后代”搭不上关系。 还有，承认和否认是有差的，没有任何表示的表情，才高招。 我想跟楼上的中国同胞说，我懂得你那中国腔的中文，别再说马来西亚人的坏话。 我想对走在前头、香烟往后扑的扑街吐痰，再抱歉地说，我为你扑火。 我想跟所有以为女性是烂司机的男士说，昨天差点导致我车祸那八辆车的司机，一律是男生。 最近天气真的很糟糕，阴晴之间的过意不去，也让我身体和情绪有些过意不去。抒发完毕。

Weekend is meant to be chillaxing. Dropped off my workloads, hit the road, and get some good food with awesome companions as always. Gosh, he called us the Manors Love. Photo courtesy of Mr Kenny Went for KL Design Week. Spent around 2 hours appreciating Australia contemporary architectural arts, Japanese typo-graphics, Japan Media Arts, Tokyo Visualist, Japan Young Illustrations, and missed not our very own Malaysian paintings. I personally favoured for the Unity (3 different colours of Chilies as metaphors in illustration), Waterfalls (very surreal looking), and Nanyang Chineses Kopitiam (the high-waist pants with belt clinched on, jade-stoned golden ring, classic white singlet, and kopi-O on the table). I was surprised to see the portrait of Tan Hong Ming and Umi Qazrina - their innocent smiles were so heartwarming. As for Japanese arts, it never fails to cheer one's up with mostly white and bright background and simple few strokes to capture your attentions. Suffices to say, a ...

#1 I fail to keep myself updated with Chinese music. Joanna Wang would be the last newest singer that comes to mind. #2 I can't get rid of Lady GaGa's from my iPod! Alejandro, Ale-ale-jandro! It's getting really addictive. #3 I smile faintly or gasp with light "Oops!" to ease every embarrassing tripping moment. #4 A person without revealing one's proper/precise standing is either positively secretive or negatively dangerous in the eyes of strangers because they reckon losing grip of you has never been positive sign. I'm that person and constantly being criticised for being one. #5 I'm less inspired now. #6 Lethargy after work is not healthy as it makes me less sociable :( #7 I missed Wednesday's Frisbee so much I want to gather a Frisbee party! With heaps of Strongbow :) #8 Working at Raja Chulan is like the best, luxurious OL moment I've ever dreamt of. And I actually feel happy to take train to work. #9 I treat my superior as friend...