It's 6.30pm on a Sunday evening and I've got tons to do before work starts tomorrow but I can't seem to drag myself away from tidying up my sock drawer. Before I go any further, let me tell you a little bit about myself. Some things you may want to discard, other facts you could even identify with. My name is Betty Sui and I'm 30 years old. I don't know what it was like for you turning 30 but for me, it was a big deal. Lots of angst (my speciality), analysis (ditto) and of course cake.

As my mum constantly reminds me, in the Chinese calendar you're a year older, so she says I could have saved myself lots of heartache as I'm actually 31 but no, I refuse to listen and will cling on to being 30 for at least a few more months.

I was born in early February making me an Aquarius - these traits such as independence, aloofness, humanitarianism - have been tempered by being born in the year of the Ox. I would say I have some of the typical Ox characteristics in that I'm loyal and that I do (can) work hard but being a leader has never been my forte. I prefer to blend into the crowd rather than stand above it.

That hasn't always been easy, especially not growing up as one of the few Chinese families in a WASP country village. There's nothing I would have liked better than being able to keep my head down but no, not with a face like mine, coupled with a name like Betty. I blame my dad, his love of Betty Grable meant that I endured years of smirks and raised eyebrows - and that was just from the teachers.

I've finally grown to like, note I say like as it'll never be love, my name although being known as Suet Sui - yes I was a little heavy in adolescence - was painful and excruciating at times.

Still, it's all change now as I live in London - one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world and for me, it's home. I love walking down Chinatown and seeing other Chinese folk - and even though of course I know we're all completely different, we also share some characteristics, namely hair envy from all our non-Chinese friends and in my opinion the best natural noses.

My on-off boyfriend Carlos is rather bemused by how strong I identify with Chinese people, especially as he says I'm more English than him. We always have the same disagreement - having been together for three years, I think it's safe to say we're beyond arguments - as he also knows what it's like growing up with a mixed race identity. His mum and dad were both born in England but his grandparents are Brazilian and moved to London in the 1940s. It's almost guaranteed that the world cup is mentioned when someone finds out he's got Brazilian heritage. That and the party vibe in Rio - he's never actually been but always pretends he's there for Mardi Gras.

Anyway, I'll talk more about Carlos later but back to me. Similarly to many, many others, I moved to the capital for my job. Writing reports about paper and natural materials may not be everyone's idea of fun, but I've had worse jobs - you know the ones I mean, tears before you've even left the flat and trips to the toilet every hour you're at your desk. At least my job pays the mortgage and lets me enjoy the occasional shopping trip at Selfridges - the most beautiful shop on this planet. Unfortunately, the paycheque doesn't stretch to more than a Diesel T-shirt but I live in hope.

And now that I've started thinking about work, I should really, really be doing something about it. I've spent at least three hours procrastinating and now I'm starting to feel very guilty so it really is time to go and do something. Well, it's been lovely talking to you and catch up with you later.