tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300455002023-11-16T15:38:59.349+08:00Lost in Hong KongEnter the dim sum girl...
Little girls lost in Hong Kong are turned into wontons... wantons?... and dream of seeing a home far across the sea...dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-31978600319405179412009-12-26T23:41:00.009+08:002009-12-27T01:24:26.095+08:00It's been a year...Time for an update. This year has passed by so fast and yet it took so long to come to an end. The economic crisis sure had its fun toying with my emotions and resulting in the Very Dark Eyebags that now have their own zip code and HKID!So how have things progressed? Sometimes I think it's mainly been going downhill (and those thoughts mostly plague me during late nights in the office when the dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-80738689966671590182009-01-04T11:20:00.002+08:002009-01-04T11:27:45.666+08:00Where Eastern Winds Meet Western WindsWhen winter comes and the smell of frosty cold freshness is in the air, it's hard to remember you're in Asia.Asia to me is humidity, 30 degrees, and air conditioning. Everywhere. Even within the confines of elevators, although my mum is now convinced they are shutting down that luxury in elevators as cost cutting measures grow rampant throughout the world.Anyway, this is no deep and insightful dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-72294600148479829542008-10-14T23:32:00.002+08:002008-10-14T23:54:25.208+08:00I 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 dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-28408125641485172172008-10-04T10:54:00.002+08:002008-10-04T11:02:47.752+08:00Summer has come and goneAnd 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, toodulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-90417216979956853372008-05-30T00:18:00.002+08:002008-05-30T00:21:44.284+08:00The winds blew June this wayIt 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 dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-39308683271065649872008-02-03T03:46:00.000+08:002008-02-03T03:50:53.112+08:00The 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 kindlydulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-89613813388401121742007-12-16T03:46:00.000+08:002007-12-16T17:34:47.094+08:00Another day another nightI just got back from another Saturday night out, from party to party, drink to drink, senseless soul to senseless soul.Do you sense the cynicism in that? I wasn't even in the mood to dance.Went all the way to Tai Koo Shing to catch I am Legend in the only cinema that wouldn't force us to sit in the front row. Tai Koo Shing looks so much like Singapore, it's freaky. It's food court which it dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-74172151017224685302007-12-11T00:35:00.000+08:002007-12-11T00:38:09.511+08:00The worse part about being far from home... is being far from home...and missing you.dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-805703656977031202007-12-02T11:51:00.000+08:002007-12-02T11:58:55.126+08:00It's getting CHILLY in here!My reason for returning to Asia to work because the weather would always be temperate has quickly been debunked!As I stepped out of my apartment, one glorious morning, a great gust of wind blew into Hong Kong and I found myself shivering at the bus stop thinking how stupid I was to laugh off my security guard's advice to wear something warmer. 4 years of living in London and I'm shivering in Hongdulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-68657978844692791022007-11-25T12:27:00.000+08:002007-12-15T02:53:21.613+08:00Hallowe'en Hong Kong StyleThis is a work in progress... no need for words, the photos will be shocking enough...Update (Dec 14) - Have added more photos. Looking back at October , those were ker-raaaaay-zey times!dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-59291884545240401892007-11-13T23:25:00.000+08:002007-11-13T23:43:29.576+08:00Sights, sounds, smells... and sighsSince roommate #2 bought his membership at Prive, nightlife and Lan Kwai Fong has never been this exciting. The fact that roommate #2 only brings me along because I will be sober enough to remember which girls he has pulled, what they look like and their names is not the point! Roommate #1 on the other hand doesn't really need to trawl Lan Kwai Fong anymore, but that is a story to tell if you dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-33155698294367671802007-10-02T23:34:00.000+08:002007-10-02T23:50:12.692+08:00Designer's Paradise...and this is all only just a few steps away from my officeSometimes the extravagance is all a little bit hard to swallow. To be repeated ad nauseum "Thou shalt not swipe thy credit card".dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1667460341790034432007-09-08T00:21:00.000+08:002007-09-08T00:40:01.983+08:00It's Friday Night!And I've survived my first week back in Hong Kong! Go me!By surviving, I mean...... I left my phone in a taxi and although I nearly cried at the thought of the 4 years worth of phone numbers and sentimental text messages I had kept in there, I made myself happy with thoughts of the new phone I would be getting the next day.... I got a new haircut and was told by my hairdresser that there was no dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-24236896745826811222007-09-01T17:41:00.000+08:002007-09-01T18:01:16.053+08:00Welcome backIt's been awhile, but nothing's really changed.As I made my way through the sea of Chinese to Immigration and Customs, at least everything felt familiar. Until the immigration officer took a look at my passport and said, "You passport, it expire 23 Aug? No extension?"I gave her a baffled look as she pointed to the 23 Aug 2008 date on my passport. Surely I was allowed to travel on a passport that dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-33579617467239218832007-08-29T08:21:00.000+08:002007-08-29T08:23:32.735+08:00Akan Datang...Coming soon... to a blog near you...Dim Sum Girls return to regale you with stories about a city (or two) that never sleeps... cradled by the wind, raised on noodles and soars high with its sky scrapers.Watch this space!dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1156045541947400582006-08-20T10:56:00.000+08:002006-08-20T11:45:41.990+08:00Hong Kong signage, an introductionHong Kong is incredibly flashy. The lights, the in-your-face signs, and the 'oh my gawd, wtf?' adverts, the meaning of subtlety is non-existant here. I kind of miss it.Maybe it's because I don't read or understand Chinese that lots of things perplex me here.The English ones are no better. I cringe. Really I do.Your Trendy? Your Style? Pardon the un-dimsumgirl-like language, but WTF?This one has dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1155956349294130302006-08-19T10:35:00.000+08:002006-08-19T10:59:09.326+08:00Oh, the ringing in my earsI woke up today at 9pm, thinking what a beautiful day it is.Then I sat up and a striking pain shot straight to my head. Uh-uh, forget the sunny skies outside. Right under my duvet is where I want to be.Little girls in Hong Kong learn to club at a very early stage. Given the variety of things one can do with alcohol in Lan Kwai Fong itself, partying till dawn is a way of life here that you easily dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1154801490666266272006-08-06T01:31:00.000+08:002006-08-06T08:57:06.166+08:00Retail therapyHong Kong is really a beautiful place when the typhoon has shifted up north to China, and the grey clouds have all rolled away.On a day like today, bored little girls who've spent too much time on Hong Kong island can't resist traversing the channel to the 'other side'. Kowloon has the coolest Chinese name I've ever come across - Nine Dragons.Just like every other expatriate, I was in search of dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1154622939881993622006-08-04T00:17:00.001+08:002006-08-04T00:35:40.146+08:00Stay, don't swayWhen you have inherited low blood pressure from your mum and are particularly susceptible to motion sickness, dizzy spells are nothing out of the ordinary.Unless you're on the 65th floor and wondering why you're also feeling tremors. You turn to glare at your desk partner, but he isn't tapping his feet or doing anything out of the ordinary.But outside the winds are violently whiplashing the dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1154536555209124152006-08-03T00:30:00.000+08:002006-08-03T00:35:55.223+08:00Typhoon Prapiroonis raging outside.The rain is splattering against my window and can see the trees swaying. Just a little more and I fear Hooke's law will be broken as they stretch beyond their elasticity limit. I need to stop thinking in science terms. It's not cool.The centre of the typhoon is only 340km away from Hong Kong Island. That puts us at level 3 warning. That puts me under my duvet, all snug and dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1152404584564511412006-07-09T07:39:00.000+08:002006-07-09T08:23:04.763+08:00Water worldMy world outside is a shade of very light grey. It's been raining since 4 or 5 am and everything is shrouded in a misty veil. Maybe its a typhoon level 1 warning outside. When it jumps to level 8, everyone takes their potted plants off the balconies and secures all the windows. Me? I just have to stay in from work.Now even on the weekends I wake up at 6.30am, sharp. I'm so used to it that my bodydulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1151335078089549442006-06-26T22:20:00.000+08:002006-06-26T23:17:58.166+08:00The sun rises in the eastand burns me right in my skin.But it doesn't stop me from pulling on my sandals and walking the town.Hong Kong fashion is in a class of its own. Neither classy nor boring, neither funky nor futuristic. It's eclectic and messy, chic and tacky. Several times, when I try to walk away from the brand names and the boutiques - I find myself in retro Japanese-like shops where excitable shop girls press dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1151336707002204032006-06-25T23:27:00.000+08:002006-06-26T23:52:11.146+08:00By day... and by nightI usually start my day at this building, right in the heart of the central business district. I don't usually get to enjoy the blue skies outside though.It's usually by night that I get to see the city... and know it and feel it.The streets of Lan Kwai Fong and Soho are a yuppies' paradise. Taxis and expats. Vodka and redbull.And there's no better place to watch the World CupThey say there's no dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1150991786921208782006-06-22T23:38:00.000+08:002006-06-22T23:56:26.930+08:00Star struckWalking out of Armani bar tonight, we bumped into Keira Knightly. Well, not really. The guys thought it would have been swell to physically bump into her but in all reality we sauntered past with hardly a glance until one bright spark said "Guys, isn't that Keira Knightly?"Damn!Celebrities shouldn't blend in with the crowd, but totally in your face. Just like every brand name in Hong Kong. dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30045500.post-1150904886881748672006-06-21T23:16:00.000+08:002006-06-21T23:48:06.900+08:00Little girl lost...Red Riding Hood was precocious. Extremely. I always had a secret sly wish that the wolf would gobble her up in the middle of the deep dark forest. Then he'd have grandma for seconds. Oh, that would have made for a wonderful bedtime story.But it's hard being in Miss Riding Hood's shoes now. A naive Malaysian girl, lost in the thick of the concrete jungle that is Hong Kong Island. You can't see thedulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com2