Dear Diary,

For no particular reason, I'm here now.

~Wats

Dear Diary,

I lost a friend today but, unlike what most would expect, said loss was liberating. There is a relief to be had, breaking away from one whose extreme jealousy and possessiveness, and uncalled-for anger, were mostly swept under the carpet because addressing her faults would be taboo. Such was the unspoken rule if we wanted to preserve the relationship.

Until today, that is.

Today, the storm in a teacup overflowed into a flood and spiralled beyond my control; so much so that the authorities had to be called in. Call me heartless. Call me selfish. Call me melodramatic, if you will. But I have had enough of treading on dangerously thin ice, when the fault almost always lies with her. So when laying low after trying to reason with her did nothing, except make things worst, drastic measures had to be resorted to.

Don't blame me, blame the little psychotic games she put me through.

It's time I started thinking about myself, and the sanity I very much deserve - something I had unconsciously lost, the day she lost her sense of reason and mental health.

This is as much as I will say about our little saga.

I'm done.

~Wats

Dear Diary,

Just hours after I celebrated the Germans' win, my euphoria was shattered by a far more serious bulletin closer to home - Fabian James Xander was involved in a serious accident at about 3 p.m., Singapore time, and is currently in critical condition at the Osmania General Hospital.

Fab, you have been through worst situations and come out of them alive. I remember the story of that day, many years back, when you fought hard against your brother's bullies. The permanent scars you so proudly wear around your arms don't speak enough of the danger you were in then.

You pulled through that; will you fight this battle and pull through this, too?

Pray for this amazing young man, please. If not for him, then for me. Because he has been my pillar of strength - my punching bag, my shoulder to cry on, my listening ear - in the short time I've known him and there are many things yet that we have to say to each other.

~Wats

Dear Diary World,

We're through to the Round of 16!

Read and weep, non-believers: You Never Go Wrong With Old-School

~Wats

Dear Diary Men in White,

Call me paranoid but it almost seemed as though you were throwing this game. And with your messy defence, yet to be rectified since your first game, it's little wonder we're still sorely missing the likes of Kahn, Metzelder, Ballack and even Neuville.

Yes, you were thrown into disarray after Klose was sent off but that still doesn't explain the lacklustre performance. Or Podolski seeming so lost and unspectacular without his partner (what, he cannot double as a lone striker?). Or the pathetic excuse of a defence you put up against a team that is largely unknown in the footballing arena.

Sure, the idiot of a referee was trigger-happy in issuing the yellow cards so maybe you were erring on the side of caution but, to be honest, I don't buy that. You performed horribly, end of story; no excuses.

Though I always say that there is no glory in a team which attains victory only after their opponent is crippled, that doesn't mean I am not bitterly disappointed in your performance tonight. Nor are you getting off that easily for us fans. Buck up, boys, or your World Cup dreams will be over even before it began.

I still love you.

~Wats

Dear Diary Men in White,

I must admit that I was worried when Lahm trash-talked the Socceroos because I had a feeling you'd have to eat your words.

And then, when you started your match - which was a snore-fest the first few minutes, by the way - I was even more worried because we were missing Metzelder, Kahn and Ballack; yet you weren't beefing up your defence against a hungry Australian team you'd just trash-talked (and who were, of course, dying to prove you wrong).

It didn't help at all that Cahill tested your messy defence so early in the match, but I guess that woke you up some, because, honey, you guys sure worked your magic and showed the world why you're a powerhouse thereafter - even with an inexperienced team, even without an awesome track record.

Continue improving, m'boys, and cut down on the arrogance. I love you much.

Further read: Germany thrash Australia 4-0 in World Cup.

~Wats

Dear Diary,

Months of training finally came down to that one night , 29th May 2010, where I was participating in my first-ever Adidas Sundown Marathon.

Of course, it being the first night race I was taking part in, I was both nervous and excited. Nervous, because I could foresee my mild night-blindness come into play and the excitement is, well, a no-brainer. In any case, I overcame the night-blindness barrier by donning myself with glow sticks and praying that everyone else did the same - I didn't want to fall over or walk into anyone during the stretch of the road that was light-depraved.

When I started off my training sessions many months back, I set my target at completing the race under an hour. And then, as time went on and my fitness regime and schedule were being screwed with by work and other factors, I decided to be realistic and aimed to complete said race in 1.5 hours. And, guess what? I succeeded! (:

Well, I would say that I did worst this time around for I jogged and walked 5 km each intermittently, yet I only completed the race in 1 hour 28 minutes  (I walked 8 km and ran 2 km at my last race, and completed that in 1 hour 40 minutes). But considering I stopped training a month ago, this personal achievement calls for a celebration - especially since I beat my last record, too.

I learned a lot of lessons from this run, namely:-

1) Never pile on the chillies before a run. Four hours later, you will still feel the burn and it affects your pace - I had to down a few cups of water and do a slow walk that first kilometer. I guess that contributed to the slow timing;

2) Diabetic or not, two cups of 100-Plus won't hurt and is much-needed. I ran faster the last two kilometers, after succumbing to a parched throat and weakening body;

3) Never depend on the shuttle service. Next time, I am getting my brother to fetch me after a race. (And my friend, who was also running, has decided to drive all the way - as opposed to parking at the nearest mall and taking the shuttle bus. Good idea, babe.); and

4) I may be fat but I run faster than a lot of people half my size, so I should stop tailgating and just overtake when I feel that my pace was being slowed by that hot chick just in front of me; and

5) Last, but definitely not least, always train before a race. My body is not aching as badly as it did after my first run.

Up next, the SingTel & SCS Race Against Cancer, anyone?

~Wats

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

The month is coming to an end soon and this leaves me with only half a year to accomplish my goals.

Strangely enough, I have yet to get my act together. Sure, I can blame the roller coaster of a month for screwing with my perfectly planned schedule but, let's face it. Procrastination may be my worst enemy but it is I who allow it to be my clingy best friend now. For this, I only have myself to blame.

Some days, I find myself strong enough to cope with everything that has been thrown at me and other times, I just want to throw those back into the faces of the ones responsible.

Yes, I falter too. You just don't see that I put on a facade every day of the week.

See, I like to pretend that I am a stone-hearted Ice Princess who cares nothing for the ways of the world. I act like it is because I have had an easy path in life, so I go about in my own made-up world of rainbows. Ms Barbie, they call me. But I lie. I am more aware and involved than I let on; I just don't tell the world because I see no point in trying to change their mindset or letting society know how informed I am. There is nobody I know who can keep a secret when he/she promises to.

So I keep the important ones all in and, when I am about to burst, purge it out in the one way that has proven effective. Do you still wonder of my obsession for Hot Yoga, then?

Sadly, it is an elusive little brat these days. And now that others seem to have discovered it, my tranquil haven is no longer.

So, you see, my fitness regime is not a matter of vanity. It is more a means of retaining my sanity.

Because human beings cannot be trusted enough as an outlet to vent, and diaries can be stolen.

~Wats

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And for a limited period only, they are offering your second item at 20% off the original price. Hurry, while stocks last.

~Wats

Dear Diary,

And so, there are some who took offence to a status on Facebook that I'd put up more than twenty-four hours ago. How interesting that so many seem to think it was directed at them; but the ones whom it really was meant for do not even have a clue (or maybe they pretend not to). Very interesting indeed.

You know, there is a Malay proverb that goes somewhere along the lines of, "Siapa makan cili, dia terasa pedas". This can be literally translated to, "He who consumes cili will feel its...spiciness(?)". So go figure.

And a disclaimer please. I'm not trying to insinuate anything. You guys just made yourselves guilty by reading too much into a paragraph and/or presuming it was directed at you.

I've had my say, and I'm going to try my best to leave it at that. You know where to get me once you've regained enough graciousness to apologise.

~Wats

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Dear Diary,

This May, my schedule seems so packed I don't even know why (until I look up my diary, of course).

However, unlike the past few months, this is the kind of "busy" I revel in; being so involved in various events that I can hardly fit in a breather. Because, unlike the past few months where I had no time even for myself only because I was forced to use up every free time that I had on an unappreciative employer, this month (and the months to come, insya-Allah) will be spent with those who matter.

I realised that as I, urm, mature, my wants get simpler and my idea of a good time no longer involves huge parties with loud music; nor gifts that are so ridiculously exorbitant that even their wrapping papers cost a bomb. No. What I prefer is a quiet day or night out with family or a few good friends, over delicacies that do not have to cost us an arm and a leg. You know, simple. Fancy affairs are not totally non-existent, however. Just rare.

Of course, it helps that the people around me have the same mentality and those who don't, they respect my ideas enough to accept and go along with it.

I have been blessed, I guess, for my family is just awesome - yes, right down to that little irritating cousin - and my good friends are sincere ones who truly have been there for me. They don't ditch me just because they have a new person in their lives, or because I am unavailable for a period or two or even when I am Ms Grumpy of the Year. They stand by me through it all.

These are the people whom I call my Love Generation. Who are YOUR Love Generation?

~Wats

Dear Diary,

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask,
I want to exorcise the demons from your past,
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

-Muse; Undisclosed Desires

Dear Diary,

I finally kick-started my (re)training this evening.

It was, however, an epic fail in my opinion, for I managed only 1.8 km before my path was obstructed by a group of adolescents. And since I could not possibly migrate to the roads, I was forced to stop altogether to make my way past them. By then, the momentum was all gone and I'd lost all motivation.

What was worst, though, was not the fact that my training was short-lived. It was the fact that those 1.8 km that I'd jogged was done so in 18 minutes, when my previous record was 2 km in just 15 minutes. My stamina really has gone down the drain and I'm not exaggerating.

No matter. I will not whine about this anymore because it's pointless. Instead, I am going to be more diligent and ensure that I jog at least twice a week. This, aside from my thrice-a-week yoga sessions.

I have also kept my goal a little more realistic, in view of the lack of training, and aimed to complete my run in under 1.5 hours. That would be more achievable considering the circumstances, yes?

Alright, I need to concentrate on the Star Awards on television now so I'll end here. I hope everyone has had a weekend as relaxing as mine has been.

~Wats

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