12:18 PM



I did two races in a month. One after another, two weeks running consecutively. I didn't think I had the vitality to take it but this is what I love most about sports, if you keep on working on, you will only get better not worse.

The Unicef Race was quite tough on my end as I came down with a horrible flu on Friday. I actually ran with a pack of tissue and by the end of the race, my nose felt as though it was ready to fall off... but all said and done, the Sunny Bay route was breathtakingly beautiful. I don't have any pictures to show you unfortunately. It would be awfully inconvenient to run with camera.
Have a good weekend.


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

12:12 PM



Today marks one month since I have stopped smoking. After 12 years of regularly buying cigarettes, exluding the 1 -2 years odd of stealing cigarettes from friends and dad, I can now say, I don't smoke anymore.


The thing about smoking is, it's more a habit than anything else. It's not like cold or a cough where you need a cure, It's a definition of a culture. I don't know why but nearly all my fondest memories of lighting up involves my best friend Christina.
Chris, I miss you so much. We'd go to the point of rescuing each other so that we could smoke. During Chinese New Year especially when we can't smoke in front of the folks, we'd call each other with one clear message " get me out of the house, I need to fucking smoke".

I am someone extremely selective with who I consider my friends. I bloody hate bimbos and himbos and I am so lucky so have Chris you as my best friend. I say it then and I say it now, If i were a man, I'd definitely marry you because you are my soul mate.

I am one truly blessed bitch.. Merry X'mas old friend. I am going to be 30 and I say it now, you are I are going to be BFFs!



Ahhh Christmas, there is just a sense of nolstalgia walking around the city during Christmas time. Christmas carols - songs that I know every word by heart, lovely shiny ornaments that light up the most sombre of moods and my personal favorite - the parties. I have so many parties this year, I feel like reclaiming my old title of party chick and dumping my current title of fitness chick.


It' s been a fucking crazy two weeks, work is keeping me busy but very rewarding and my personal training course is coming to an end - boo boo! I will so miss my guru trainer Adam. I guess when they say when one door shuts another one opens. After my exam, I will be a fully qualified fitness professional. Yay Yay! In order to get some real hands on training experience, I am contemplating on teaching a free stretching class to my work mates because everybody is stressed about the economy and they do sit too long and hence fucking up their postures.


Rudi and I ran a race last week. We did pretty well and we are running in the Unicef one this week. It crossed my mind that I am pushing my self too much but on the other hand, if one doesn't constantly push the limits. How much is too much? I am definitely looking forward to the race this weekend..



There is something bugging me lately, I walk past Chater House almost everyday and I see this Armani campaign that features Takeshi Kineshiro. The thing is, I just don't fg get it, how can anyone probably a notable photographer make Takeshi look so unappealing? If you look carefully, Takeshi looked cross eyed!!#^&&% Damn Armani, you pay all that money for Takeshi to be featured wearing your clothes and he looks like that. Come on, do that man some justice. Don't know about anyone but for me, Takeshi has got to be one of the most ........................ (please fill in the blank) guys around. He looks like a vision and there is not much rumors about him getting on with different starlets. Hope he is not gay. Takeshi, call me? I think you are so hot.


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!

12:04 PM

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.