I am tempted to watch Marley & Me. I read the book awhile ago and loved every single page of it. It was the first book I ever read whereby I was afraid of reading too fast and every single page that I flip, I dread finishing it.. The ending, oh my god, it made me bawled for hours. Long after putting down the book, I was still crying like a mad woman.

Clairol Herbal Shampoo for Dogs..............

Attention...Sit straight it makes you look taller..

Aww.... isn't she beautiful

This is so Lassie, the long way home.

Girl and girl's best friend
How's this for a movie poster?

Picture of yours truly. See la, I was such a tomboy. I played with boys and I curse like one. Look at all the scars on my legs.

(Saw this on a message board and I thought this was pretty funny)

Merry Christmas Everyone

There is one type of people that I absolute have no respect for - Asian chicks that think that once they get a white guy as husband or boyfriend, their status automatically changes from normal to high class.

After 50 years of decolonization, the sun I am sorry to say has set on the British empire and until today there are still low lifes that think that " Oh you're white and I have to kiss your ass". No wonder gwai lohs love living here.

There is fugly looking woman that lives in the same apartment building as me which I cannot stand. She is filipino ( no offense to filipinos in general, I am cool with the street dancing and sitting down in front of HSBC building on Sundays) Everytime you see her you can almost feel that she oozes this, oh, I am so highly and mighty type of attitude towards the other maids. It never fails to amaze me that just because of her marital ties with her cholesterol laden husband, she miraculously developed this posh British accent... Wahhhhh

On the way out to the lift yesterday, one of my clients said to me. You have been in HK for so long but you don't look like a Hong Konger. I was so agitated I'd almost wanted to bite her head off. Instead I didn't my anger got the better of me and said, well one could throw a brick and it will probably hit 10 HK girls, why should I be one? Cut the long story short, I am a fucking proud Malaysian. I might not be proud of the stories of political sodomizing and dumb things that ministers say or even the fact that my beloved home country has banned Yoga but trust me I am proud to be Malaysian.

That's why when people ask me, Are you Singaporean? I said, do you what is the punishment for calling a Malaysian a Singaporean? You can executed for that..

I was once the undisputed reigning queen of fag hags back home in Malaysia. There was a point in my life that I was only hanging out with gay men and I savored every minute of sweet bitchiness.

I have been living in HK for four years and recently I have been feeling as though there is a part of my life that I sorely missed - hanging out with that one special gay man in my life. Of course I have met gay people since living here but I haven't found one that is bitchy, witty and speaks good English because Cantonese humour most often than not gets lost on me.

I have been hunting incessantly for that one special gay pal to the point I am getting a little desperate and edgy. I just someone to go shopping with, tell me I look fat in baby doll dresses. I want to go to gay bars and dance on the podium and act all slutty with. I want to listen to gay men bitch because they are so animating and vivid.

Where should you think I find him? I know that there is this gay website -www. fridae.com, do you think I start a thread that says Fag Hag looking for her bitch?

I have been having trouble waking up in the mornings. I always do in winter. I think I must have been a bear in my last life because I have this tendency of hibernating when the weather is cold..

As 2008 draws to a close, it hasn't been that bad of a year for myself because it has been a year whereby I truly opened myself up to certain people making new and wonderfu friends,trying times at work and attempting to do something I considered then as chasing a pipe dream... I mean who would have thought that I am now a fitness trainer? Like what the heck just happened.


Seriously corporate people are very boring and I am just never going be content being just a corporate chick. Maintaining two lives is very very complex, time and energy consuming.. Oh did I tell you, I am now going to coach a running team.. I am so looking forward to that. The thing is I have surprised myself by accepting that sometimes to be happy, it doesn't take much fuss. I'd be happy doing something/anything that breaks the mode of an ordinary day and I am happy now.

The day before yesterday, I was asked to write ad online dating ad for my friend J.. Here is what I came up with for her: -


"If life is like a box of chocolates, you need someone to savor the many different flavors of life with. I am a true believer that to love me is to know me because I am so much more that meets the eyes


If a man is 40 and successful, his list of accomplishments and the amount of his monthly salary are usually his best form of advertisement. Not so the case with successful women, I mean can you think of a female version of George Clooney? Not really.

The thing is.. for women to be relatively successful, you have to spend a lot of time developing your career and really it just takes so much harder for women to climb up corporate ladders. By the time they enjoy a sizeable amount of success, their male counterparts opt to go for much younger women. So where does this leave single successful women? Pathetic social rejects..

It sickens me whenever I am with her and when people ask her so J how many kids do you have? And when she says she is single, they look at her with sympathetic primate looking eyes... awww, you will soon..


This is fucking bullshit. I hate to think that my life is only complete if I have the one. Sure it's easy for me to say this because I happen to have a wonderful man. But even if I don't, I want to discover the meaning of my entire existence through my own accord.

It's now less than a month before I turn 30. I resolve to -

1.) Not be friends or entertain with people I do not like or have no interest to entertain

2.) Work diplomatically with the people I don't like or hate but yet think of the ultimate goal

3.) Giving back to society. I don't like hanging out with old people because they have a funny smell and the only thing that really tug at my heartstrings - are animals so I want to help animals

4.) Bite my tongue and before I lash out in anger, think about the words that I may say to hurt another person.

5.) Be a good boss/coach and develop the talents of those under my supervision

6.) Since, I am now most comfortable in my skin, I have made the decision to take stylish nude pictures of myself.

In the past couple of weeks, I have been busy going for parties. Please see my transformation from broadway New York, New York to high brow Mandarina bitch in my Qi Pao to Cowgirl. I think I look good in Qi Paos, I am thinking of making a few more...What do you think??

I love animals, more so than most humans. When I think about the problems about the world today; it is a 100% afflicted by people and greed. When I was young I became very convinced that I had a special affinity with animals. I understood them fairly well, I'd always knew which animals I could touch and those that are about bite. Movies that made me wept and bawled like a crazy woman involved animals and that is why I don't like watching movies about animals in pain.

In conjunction with Christmas, we have been having the Secret Santa game all month long at work. Throughout this month, you have to pay special attention to the person whom you are Secret Santa to. I sent an e-mail to my Secret Santa asking he/ she to sponsor Ah Dee, a three-legged dog living at the Society of Abandoned Animal....

Ah Dee.. three leg but plenty of attitude.....

On Friday morning, sitting pretty on my desk at work was a card from my Secret Santa telling me that my wish has been fulfilled. That must have been one of my happiest days at work. Thank you Secret Santa.

Early this year when Joanne wanted to have dogs, my suggestion was to go to the HK Dog Rescue where she and Rupert got two initially maniacal dogs, Ketchup and Pabu. When we bumped into them today, I am so happy so say that they both have mellowed and are now normal functioning dogs. Dogs, like every living flourish when they are loved.

Pabu and Ketchup chilling after a long walk

Sophie arrived home on Good Friday of 2006, we had seen ad at the local supermarket about a labrador for adoption.. I jumped and took home the ad because I was afraid someone might get her before me. Whilst we were walking home, I felt like a child carrying a box of chocolates, I told Rudi, I want to name her Sophie because I had just read Sophie's World. The next morning, I called and Chris picked up. I asked him questions about the dog who was then a little more than a year old. Toilet trained - excellent!!! I asked Chris, what is the dog's name and he said, Shu Qi, his wife named her after the actress. I gagged but was excited that I could phenotically tweak it to Sophie..Like they say, the rest is history.

If you know animals as well as I do, I can tell you that each of them is different and they possess with them this special way of diffusing your negativity..... Be fair to them, don't have a dog if you can't. If you think that you'd still like to help. You can sponsor an animal through - Society of Abandoned Animals

To sponsor an animal, it's only HKD$ 99 a month -that is just like three lattes at Starbucks.

http://www.saa.org.hk/public/contents/article?ha=&wc=0&hb=&hc=&revision%5fid=10505&item%5fid=2731

Whilst there are so many books and movies written and made about women trying to understand men, I don't think enough is said about men trying to understand women. I am glad I am not a man because I think that being a man is far more difficult than being a woman.

Off the top of my mind I can think of a few reasons substantiating my argument but however the main is probably awkward situations men land themselves in because they tend to think with their dicks than their heads.

I am not just saying it for the sake of saying it but look around you, the economics of the world is that the proportion of good looking women is just so much higher than good looking men. Why is there a need for a woman to look good at all times? Please do not give me BS like I like looking good for myself, a woman knows that looking good makes her a good commodity for men. And the better looking you are, the more sought after you become.

As a matter of fact, there is so much emphasis on how a woman should look, nearly all emphasis go purely to just that. And As a direct result of this, men often find themselves fatally attracted to good looking women only to find out at a later stage that everything they deemed attractive has been offset by freakish behaviors and the lack of mental stimulation.

Over my 1 hour odd lunch today, I had a man opened his heart and spilled out everything about encounters with the very wrong kinds on me. Having been married twice, he now wants to find a way out of the second one. One may ask, if you have been married once, wouldn't you have a better idea of what they want in a wife/husband? Apparently not.

I feel sorry for people like that, they seemed to have it ingrained in their heads that the idea of happily ever after usually involves someone molded to perfection along with great personality. I found the story of my friend to be somewhat an extreme source of paradoxical parody.

He warned me before he let his guard down, that I might think of him as a very mean person if he were to reveal the reason why he had divorced his first wife. She was as frugal as frugal could be. Whenever someone asked her for a piece of tissue, she would halved it and give the person half a piece of tissue. I can't believe it. I dread to think what she does to manage household toilet paper consumption ,does she restrict the length of paper she uses? I don't know. I don't blame the poor guy one bit. Imagine being married to someone who frets about menial things like that.

After lunch I did a lot of thinking about marriages and I asked men about things women do that completely makes them flip..

Women who size them up - What car do you drive? Where do you live? Most women never ask questions innocently.

Women who nag - do this and do that. My mother is prime example.

Women who expect too much - A woman takes a man into Dior, subtlety saying, oh this is pretty bag and what she really means is, buy it for me stupid!

Women who likes the attention, play games and then leave you out in the cold.

Women who say there is nothing bothering me when they are clearly unhappy about something - We like doing that a lot don't we? Haha!

Jobless investment bankers and hedge fund managers aren't the only thing that is flooding HK these days, single women are too. If there is a season for everything, this is my season of meeting single women and not just any women - smart, successful and very eloquent women; the type feared by a lot of men because they are just not good enough for them.

I am someone pretty opportunistic and lethally obstinate and when I see something I want, I will climb mountains just to get it. I have been brainstorming and analyzing ways to help my single girlfriends. I ask myself repeatedly- if I were single where do I find normal men who are at the same time fuckable.

Networking events - I went for this chamber event last week and for one moment I forgot I am notsingle, there were just so many yummy men. God and they come in all shapes and sizes. I would think that they are professionals because networking events aren't really attended by construction workers or delivery boys. Recommended chamber events - try the once every three months interchamber events then voila - you get a superb concoction of Europeans. I personally dig Aussie boys. They are usually laidback, have great bodies and love sports.

Get a dog- I have undoubtedly a pretty hot dog. Sophie is the social connector to all my neighbours. She has this thing, whenever we are playing ball and someone walks by- she will run to them and pass them the ball. However having said that, dogs don't descriminate and more often than not, she passes the ball to ugly/lonely freaks with bad body odour. It's a Sophie way of saying," It's okie no one loves you, I have bad breath myself, I don't mind you".

Find a sport you like and join a club - It has proven that we choose who we want as friends based on common traits. If you like running, join the running club. If you want a man with the right moves and bootylicious hip sways - join the social dance club... Shake, shake and it's shaking all the way to the bedroom.

Guyfriends - Christina's grandmother told her, it's okie if you don't like this boy, use him as a stepping stone to get to his male friends. I heard it when I was 18 and I still laugh my head off thinking about it. Yes, access his database and then organise parties for singles and if you look too suspicious, invite girls as well but make sure they are unavailable.

Hang out with ugly women and go out to paint the town red - Men love looking at women in a group and if you stand out in a group in a dark bar at Lan Kwai, your chances of getting noticed has just increased by 20 times if you are the crown jewel of the group.

Own your space and redefine personal hotness - Most people who are not that good looking owe it to their aura and personality to get laid. Be that centre of attention and own it.

Two Saturdays ago, Ruby, Keith and us - Rudi, Sophie and I went for a hike in Chi Wan San over in Kowloon.

I can say this over and over again, Hong Kong really baffles me. At the foot of the hill where we parked the car, you'd find tall intimidating housing estates and as we walked up, I felt as though I trancended into a different dimension. That hike was really an interesting one - throughout the walk, we saw people collecting mountain/spring water, a deer ( in the middle of HK, that's bloody rare), ancient grave sites and it was one of those days with rolling clouds- a day in Sound of Music where all your worries are far far away and the trees swayed rythmnically.

No one shops these days. The economy is shit and people just rather have cold hard cash. Since I started working out like a mad woman, I spend most of my free time in the gym. However, I have been doing a bit of window shopping lately. I look around and I see a lot of ugly shit. One of the weirdest "trends" to have ever become a global phenomenon is definitely Crocs. Till today, I seriously do not understand why people pay so much money on a pair of Crocs. I look it from every single angle and I am seriously baffled - it's a full 360 degrees of serious ugliness.

Fuck ventilation, fuck good circulation, fuck odor and fuck stinky feet. If there is one thing I look at in men besides his ass are his shoes. I am sorry, I am a modern woman and I am entitled to be shallow to certain varying degrees.

Just when I thought Crocs are probably the yardstick to define ugly, I am surprised to say that they have now entered a new level of pretty fucking ugly - fugly.

Ta... DAH!!!! Crocs Bag!!!!!! **** squeal with delight ** and I hope to shoot your product development team

Crocs bag - if you are ugly but functional, that I can forgive. If you are ugly, bulky and good for nothing. I really don't know what to say.

Somethings in life are just a flash in a pan, I reckon Crocs is just one of those things pretty much like Krispy Kremes in HK. Ephemeral and when it's gone, a light goes on in your head. Oh they are gone? Thank god for that.

The economist predicts that in the future, we will go back to the basics in terms of banking services and products, let's all do that as well with fashion..

I think I have bitten more than I can chew..

My life summarised - it's back to work. I have a full time job now; I bade Tai- Taidom a reluctant goodbye. You know some girls are not meant to be Tai Tai and I am just one of them.

My day summarised - A full time job, daily work-outs and training, studying at night and I have a 3.5 hour class every Friday. I am counting down to the day I actually get my certification in personal training.

This month as well, I have two races - one week after another.

I miss Tai Taidom actually....

A few weeks ago, I caught up with my friend Ed. Ed is 31 and a few years back he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. When we first became friends, it was only much later that I found out. I never treated him differently because he never made it an issue. We never talked openly about it until that day when we were sitting outdoor in the sun eating my favorite cheese cake at Sift.

He said, The only good thing that came out of it was the weight I lost during the battle. I was definitely overweight before.

I said to him "What a terrible thing to say because I don't want you or anyone to be thin because of some horrible illness".

His answer was somewhat touched a bone in me," Of course no one wishes to be sick but sometimes in the bleak-est of situations, you have no choice but to try and find that silver lining".

That elusive silver lining..

In the last few days, I came across many people telling me they have now lost their jobs. I read in the news that suicide level is going up, up, up....

I read somewhere in a book ( the title escaped my mind) that before the age of commercialism or laissez faire, we were slaves and after the age of commerce, we became paid slaves. How true is that and most of the time, we don't see ourselves as one. That institution of working/ having a job is how society is defined and it has become so difficult for us to see otherwise. Like it or not, we are fucking paid slaves. We go to work at a certain time, we leave at a certain time. We are given tasks, jobscopes, K fucking PIs.

If I lost my job today, I would be distraught but I want to find that silver lining. I want to free myself from being a paid slave. I want to own my business. I want something that is mine. I want to remind myself that a job is not going to be the only thing that defines me..

And I hope that you all find that silver lining too in everything that you do.

It's amazing how much I think about about smoking. I think about it when I take a dump, I think about it when I am full, I think about it when I am bored, I think about it when I step outdoor, I think about it when I need to reward myself, when I am pissed off with someone, I think about it when I smell and see it. I think about it loads. In every circumstance and whenever my brain needs a filler moving from one thing to another.

Then reality hits, I no longer smoke. Hello everyone, I am Natalie and I am a smoker who has chosen to quit for the good reasons in the world; reasons I think I know and reasons I constantly need reminding.

It has been four days since I have been clean and I ever more determined to win this battle against my arch-nemesis - Mr. Philip Morris.

Hope you had a lovely weekend.

Happy Birthday again Haye and thank you for inviting me to your party. It proved to myself that I could party without smoking. It's a first in many years. Here's to your halfway to retirement!!!

I have a friend whose mum is a total one-woman show. I mean it. While her real age is not revealed to us, I am guessing it to be around 60-65. I absolutely respect women who go through the painstaking ordeal of making themself look and feel like a million bucks but my friend's mum is so far extreme, I dread to think how she looks like in the morning.

She parties with us, she tries to talk to us like she is one of the girls and how do you begin to describe her sense of style? The skirts are super short and the tops are super low - so short they sometimes make you go red because if it is your mum, you will tell her that sagging tits are not appropriate for public display. Did I even tell you that all the botox she has done has made it hard for her face to register emotions? Whether she is happy or sad, her face pretty much looks the same.

I feel sorry for her and all of us because in the proliferation of La Mer and all the miracle skin products that are deemed to be the elixir of youth, getting old is a fucking bitch! No one talks about aging in good light anymore. Everyone wants to be young. Every woman wants to look like a sweet young thing.

I checked the latest statistics for global life expectancy. A woman in HK is expected to live till 84 years of age while the men - 79 years. That's a lot of years being dependent on La Mer ain't it? I love the fact that I am older, I am embracing it because when you get older, you do get wiser and when I was young, I remember looking up to my Aunt Lucy because she had so much charisma and commanded so much presence.

What is it with all of us? When we were young, we can't wait to be the at the legal age of drinking or gambling and now we lie about our age? We can't have it all can we?

All my course materials. That text book is thicker than The bible, I am telling you

And also, Rudi and I have started social dance, we had our first class last Sunday. It was tragic, he has two left foot and I have two right foot. In a way, that's why we are meant for each other.
And if any of you want to improve your health, I am looking for guinea pigs. No guarantees if I tear or break anything okie?

At the start of my reign in Tai-taidom beginning of this month, I came up with a list of the things I had wanted to do. I had one of it fulfilled - visiting the infamous haunted house Nam Koo Terrace.

The Blue House off Queen's Road East.

The Blue House at another angle

The old Post office at Queen's Road East. In the 50s, it seemed there was this ghost Postman who delivered mails to houses late in the night time. Recipients were often rewarded with a death in the household. The solution to repel this unwelcomed ghost? A temple was built to placate the ghost. My solution is far simpler - ghost dogs! Dogs hate postmen!

Our guide wasn't a very convincing storyteller, I think she caught me rolling my eyes a few times throughout the night.

Our guide was probably the scariest sight we saw that night.

The so called " most haunted building" in Wanchai " so haunted that even cops paroling the neighborhood avoided it

An old abandoned school near Ship Street. Rumor has it someone hung herself here

The stairs leading up to Nam Koo Terrace. Creepy..... Creepy.....

The old Wanchai market. The guide said that during the Japanese occupation, it had been used to store corpses

The perfect way to end the night - dinner at the trendy The Pawn followed by more real ghost stories