Epiphany [07 Jan 2010|02:19am] sheabutter [ mood | Just FYI ] although... KFC Delivery + Minimum Order + Midnight = Bad Decision smile for me

Swoosh [04 Jan 2010|12:48pm] sheabutter [ mood | underachieving ] I've been indulging in a fair bit of golf recently. In part because I found a forgiving bunch who didn't mind my flailing around the course. It's actually a pretty fun activity - something about the morning sun dancing off a glinting carpet of green and crickets singing in the jolly breeze. Everyone looks perky, smells fresh and radiates with blinding composure. Well, for the first 3 holes at least. Holes 4-9 will start to see me picking, losing and channelling my expansive vocabulary of expletives on balls. It is also then when I commence regret on skipping breakfast and that huge party which ran into 3am the previous night. Everyone but an unaccommodating golfer usually shares my sentiments on hunger circa this time. A shame we never stopped for halfway house treats because I believe 10-14 would've ended splendidly if I wasn't both starving and talent-free. Holes trailing the 15th tend to observe a sudden spike in vim and vigor, for nothing but the fact that I can finally see 18 creeping up. We would've done 5 hours on course at this point and the bliss of the 9am tee off is nothing but distant nostalgia of yestercentury. Score cards have long been left unmarked and patience is fraying quicker than Tiger Wood's endorsement losses. The girls start talking blisters, comparing messy tan lines and chatting about everything but golf. Come 17th, a passing rain usually beats the boys to pulp. Things tie up on the 18th really quickly as I dispense eager handshakes, get showered and settle into the single most important bit of golf - The post-game food and beer. That was some solid fun. But do let me hit the range for a bit and I reckon the next time I'll give you a run for your money, KC. And Ryan. And Sam too. smile for me

Victory [31 Dec 2009|01:56pm] sheabutter [ mood | accomplished ] to Team KL Sorry. We're too awesome for you Meepies. smile for me

Dear Team Meepies [30 Dec 2009|02:48pm] sheabutter [ mood | sympathetic ] Us. Tennis. Tonight. You. Ass-whopped. GET YOUR KRUGS READY. 3 smiling faces| smile for me

A Hop, Skip And A Blink Of An Eye [04 Jan 2010|01:17am] sheabutter [ mood | okay ] ... and swoosh went 2009 with nary a squeak. It has been quite a testy year - exhilarating at parts but exhausting overall. The moving in January, giving up of my dog in February. The nausea in March. The nondescript April, drink-driving conviction of May and France-Spain nightmare in June. July saw tears all over Dublin, Paris and London. August was cancer scare and surgery for Mum. September was met with a career shift. October thru November was intensely exhausted on a new life. December I fell for Sydney. Twelve months - not a lot of time is it? I suppose I would've made the same decisions in retrospect and keeled over the same roadkills. I would've done the same things, taken the same risks, committed the same foolishness and winced through the same consequences. It was through the agony of mistakes where I learnt a lot of what I don't want - to be, to have and to eat. Every year I strive not to re-enact errors of the last. That's my de facto resolution. :: :: Twelve months on, and it's time to upheave and move to another place, for the third time in three years. I'm fortunate to have heeded my own heart and left a good chunk of my stuff in boxes when I first moved in. Now it's a matter of transplanting them to my new home and getting into the jiggle of settling in. If there is one thing you can learn from nomadism, it is that there's nothing a Single Malt can't solve. :: :: 2010. It's going to be good. smile for me

Hello Gorgeous [29 Dec 2009|03:08am] sheabutter [ mood | accomplished ] The 2010 Wilson Hope Platinum Set. A portion of the proceeds goes towards supporting Breast Cancer Research and the campaigning of the Pink Ribbon Movement. It's a great way to have fun with a little heart. Happy holidays! smile for me

平安夜 [25 Dec 2009|05:10am] sheabutter I hustled a tiny, reluctant bunch of people together for a simple Christmas Eve affair at my place. There was no turkey with fancy stuffing. No bull market fruit a la cranberries and clementines. Lacking are also the requisite fir tree, mistletoe, maids and pompous air kisses. We did Christmas Sheena-style this year; sludging on the couch, bopping to Oasis, pretending to understand Carla Bruni and laughed at Miley Cyrus. The wines flowed, humble nibbles served on time. Everyone caught up with each other about bits and pieces; shared our holiday highlights and did a little reflection. It was a really peaceful, jolly evening, which is pretty much what 平安夜 should be. Well, it wasn't all junk we had for dinner. There was a salmon sashimi avocado timbale starter; three gorgeous cuts of rib-eye, seared to perfection and drowned in the tastiest red wine shallot reduction, and the odd nobu-styled miso cod. Everything came with a Kinabalu heap of truffle mash and killed off with a 700kCal chocolate fondant which everybody hates to love. Not exactly your quintessential Christmas fuss, but oh what the hell. It's awesome food; well, way more impressive since I actually edged in an hour of tennis between prep work. No harm with a little fun I reckon. For once in a long, long time I lead grace for dinner. It was a déjà vu moment where I felt like I was back in the '90s, leading my entire school for morning prayer. I did that for two years and look how I turned out now - a casualty of capitalism. Anyway, it felt really nice to give thanks again. God has blessed me so much all these years and I really should stop forgetting that. Merry Christmas, you. Remember God's Grace. Dinner, illustrated: 1 smiling face| smile for me

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