I don't wear brands, not because I can't afford it...

It's because I wouldn't know it if it were staring me in the face!

Little girls growing up in the ranks of Malaysia's low to mid-class aren't meant to be able to tell their Fendi from their Gucci from their Prada. All girls, no matter how young, old, rich or poor in Hong Kong own at least one guinuine (or fake) Gucci bag. But one must learn fast to keep up.

I still recall the days when a Coach bag was beyond reach. Until I reached out for the price tag one day and realised I could probably afford a few and still have more than enough for a Vivienne Tam dress and would not starve to death. How the mighty brands have fallen when you reach a certain stratosphere of society. Nevertheless it is a vicious climb to the top and when once I used to dream about buying my first pair of Nine West shoes with my hard earned money, I now have a cupboard full and am eyeing instead a gorgeous red pair of Valentinos, at a 500% premium to my once upon a time coveted Nine West pumps. Nine West has become Bata Coach has become (well I don't really know a cheap bag brand) and the road to Nirvana is a Chanel Maxi Bag (because I'd rather not waste my time queuing for a Hermes Birkin). Besides Chanel Bags only appreciate in value, a better investment than say Mortgage Backed Assets these days...

But the more I learn to tell the difference between my Bottega and Balenciaga the more I long for the unknown nameless boutiques back home where I pick up all my cheap dresses and don't feel guilty tossing it after a couple of wears. Or perhaps, its more a yearning for identity and uniqueness and that little something that still makes me quirky because I'm wearing something you can't identify from a High Fashion Catalogue.

Summer has come and gone

And I am back for just a bit...

Typhoons are hitting us left and right, reminding us that the summer sun has gotta take a rest and soon the windy chills of winter will be upon us. Time for me to dig out those boots and scarves.

Even though it's only been 4 months of summer, it feels like a whirlwind of events. Vacations, junk boat parties, a truckload of friends and family passing by Hong Kong, too much eating (and sometimes too much working) and then an entire financial meltdown... and now the summer is gone

I've been here for over a year now, and things still surprise me and there is so much of the unknown. I should let you in on the little secrets I have discovered in Hong Kong, like where to get the best foot massages and the best Bak Kut Teh restaurant in the world (if the world were Hong Kong)... but all in due time (i.e. I'm too lazy now to write more)...

The winds blew June this way

It almost feels like a whirlwind has hit (and in light of Burma and Sichuan, I mean it in the best possible way).

There is so much to tell you about Hong Kong in the last 4 months since I disappeared from the writing world, but I don't know where to start. Maybe I've forgotten how to write. You tend to when you spend all your weekday hours cooped up in the office and all your weekend hours exploring all the crooked alleys and hidden staircases that Hong Kong has to offer.

I will/shall post something soon. Just you wait and see. But for now, I'm blissfully happy not having an audience. Just you.

The North Wind doth blow...

... all the way from China.

It was about 5 degrees today.

I recall when I signed the dotted line on my contract, I was promised that the temperature never falls below 10 degrees in Hong Kong. I think they're blaming this one on global warming.

It kinda feels like I never left London now as I run out of my building right into freezing cold rain, then run back inside again and ask the porter to kindly hail me a cab as little Malaysian girls aren't built for anything below 20 degrees. The wind, the rain and the cold make you wonder how this is still Asia or Asian...

I have a new heater in my room. I'm calling it R2D2 because it looks just like R2D2. It blinks and rotates too.

It's almost Chinese New Year. What I'm more anxiously waiting for is Spring to come. Oh and a chance to go home next week.

Baby, it's REEEEALLY cold outside. Can I count on you to keep me warm?