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