It seems I haven't updated at all since Paul packed up his life in Beijing, arrived in HK airport and landed himself in my humble flat. The company was well-anticipated and is wonderful; aside from late nights out, cheap as well as fancy dinners and plentiful shisha, we are whiling away hours watching Prison Break and making a concerted effort to gym regularly. I have run 15km this week and will be running 10 more, and as a reward I went out and bought a new pair of sexy Pumas to replace my old dying Adidas', which hopefully will be great motivation for me to keep this up till I start to become thin for a change.

I have been bad with March birthdays...I wish I could celebrate your birthdays with you, my March babies. First up, my girl Julia (2 Mar), the crazy olive, I haven't celebrated either of our birthdays with you in years and years, happy birthday! To Jax (8 Mar), the birthday humbug, I do hope you find happiness in your heart this year; wish we could do a repeat of that fab night at the Park on the triangle, with the shisha and your gorgeous braids and all that glorious booty-shaking. To my dear friend Nick (5 Mar): sorry this is coming late, but I really wish I could be back home so we can have a proper chat over some red wine on Dempsey Road - u'd better not be working too hard!

In the library and gotta work now - peace.