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Honorary Xanga - Cuz Cuz gets surgery

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:57:26 GMT

ok ok another honorary xanga time.... it was all going well until cuz cuz decides to slip on the floor and fracture a couple of bones on my right foot so that i can extend my stay in hk and get surgery while i am here....oh my days!

Sitting in the hospital is not so fun....but i get to eat pizza chips, fried rice with hot dog and goo lo yuk. yum yum

so what happen - cuz cuz joe is sitting in the massage chair, phone rings so cuz cuz gets up to try to pick up the phone as she is running to the phone about 5 ft away, she slips on the mega waxed floor and falls on the wrong spot where the ankle / foot is deformed and pops back into the right decision and cuz cuz just Cries of pain......

cuz cuz rides in the ambulance for the first time where the ambulance dudes keeps talking about how this happened to one of them and it felt like it broke but instead it was just a sprain and he got 2 wks of paid leave.

who knew that cuz cuz subconsciously wanted to test the healthcare system in hk.....

soo lets talk about the good things about the trip -

we just got back from thailand...a 3 day 2 night trip full of thai iced tea, tom yum kong, foot massages
thai massage was very comfortable except we wonder if thai girl massages a guy.... we wonder if he would get aroused , what would they do if we fart on them while we are getting massages.

thai noodles in the noodle shop, mega big shrimps in chinatown, holding hands to cross the street, photo shoot of the korean guy who can't swim....kay kay put him to shame....

tanning on the poolside, went to the grand palace and wat pho - cuz cuz ko was dressed a bit slutty and wasn't allowed to see the big buddha.

in hk we got to see the big buddha on lantao island - we got to ride the bus with some cool monks and see the big buddha. big buddha and TAFIHH have a lot in common. they tell ppl to Talk to the hand...oh who is TAFIHH you asks.....TAFIHH is our prominent TOP ASIA FIXED INCOME HeadHunter....aka kay kay aka loretta...shes the shiet man! don't mess with her else she will tell you to jo dee tow (go to bed early)

In HK we went to christopher's wedding which was a huge production with a grand staircase of pics and the mc's that were not pretty, the lawyer who charged double for running 15 min and sticking herself in the wedding pics, the search for a rich husband through the bride and grooms' coworkers, the bridesmaid and groomsmen were not cute except for one guy who needed to tighten his tie.

dim sum with goo por where our attempt to treat was a big failure due to the waiter messing up and coming up to the table with the credit card asking if we were going to pay for someone else's meal...and then goo por got pissed and almost tripped to fight for the bill.

cuz cuz doesnt get bored during the day time when everyone is at work because she gets to have dates with lor ga leurng , cuz cuz goes to buy breakfast at the cafe and gets really cheap stuff like $2 US buys me 2 baos and wor teeps or soy sauce noodles and rice noodles.

cuz cuz introduced cuz cuz ko to apple bottom jeans , and boots the furs by FloRida and the soulja boy song where you can do superman and robocops dances.

none of cuz cuz ko's friend's know cuz cuz' name b/c i am only referred to as cuz cuz.

went to japanese buffet where vinny ordered random vegetarian foods that no one eats and decides he needs 6 of everything for us so instead of eating it we just put it on loretta's plate.

oh...we went to da been lo and had some awesome crystal char siu and nai you buns..it was soo good. christina can eat a plate full.

oh reunion with john wong was interesting....he is always so smiley

massage in china where we kicked these two girls out of their chairs so we can sit together and kay kay making the girl change all the towels and i thought those two girls were going to beat us up but turned out to be really nice telling me that i get a free drink and don't need to tip alot.

tbc when i think of more stuff.

Tuesday Shoesday, part deux

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 03:07:56 GMT

In honor of this Tuesday, let's take a moment to mourn the loss of my brand-new amour du jour, my lovely gold sandals. The hurt is great for many reasons. The first is that that ann got them for my bday and they've been sent to an early grave before the big day has even arrived. The second is because goldie (yes i named her/them) is possibly the most comfortable pair of four-inchers I have ever owned in my entire life.

Anyway, I'm being melodramatic because Ann has already gone to the shop and they've agreed to replace them. But the point is, never again will I be able to wear them with the same reckless abandon, because I will forevermore be paranoid that I'm going to snap them in half again -- and there won't be anymore of them in my size in the rest of Hong Kong.

If some of these shoes could come to goldie's funeral, and if they should happen to decide to stay in my shoe closet forever, then goldie's early demise will not be in vain.

Goldie's farewell: A guestlist

if the world is a circus, galliano is my ringmaster.

genius. these were pitched as "driving shoes" (they don't exist yet) to the equivalent of the DMV somewhere down under. i'd heart them even if they didn't convert to flats.

marc jacobs backwards heel. you can tell hates women. there's are an ankle-breaking waiting to happen. and yet, i'm so intrigued... it's like the leather-jacket motorcycle-riding bad boy of footwear. you know it ain't good for you, and yet the attraction is unshakeable.

women always know what's best. miss malandrino gives us form and function.

i actually bought these in black leather for my mommy. i spent 10 minutes convincing someone else to give up her size 7s, then realized that the sizes run small. lucky mommy.

an homage to sex and the city s3 (hello carrie!) and project runway s3 (hello angela!) all at once. lurve, luv, lovvvve.

On a more whimsical note, I found this amid the "Apple hype" on the Safari startpage. It was an interview with the guy who created all these, and how useful his Mac was in helping him conceptualize, photograph and edit his images. Apple is the new Christianity, I swear. Except more popular.

And to end the day... I'm NEVER doing this. Shame on you, Angelina. Even if Valentino himself created the mini version for Zahara... NO! What happened to blood in a vial, angsty stupid tattoos and lesbian knifeplay?

Hot yoga for beginners

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 13:21:49 GMT

Home early on a Friday night and proud of it. Lan kwai has lost much of its luster and i'm finding xanga and xanth are much funner places to be.

I've been hearing a lot of hype about hot yoga of late and although i've always been pretty anti-yoga, i let ann sell me some hype and got convinced to go to a free trial session. i've never been particularly bothered about losing weight or getting fit because i'm faaabulous just the way i am, but then she told me it's re-eally good for your skin, and i'm never one to turn down anything free, so i went. here's what i learned.

1) it is pretty good for your skin. you sweat out a lot of your toxins or something like that, and non-stop shirt-drenching sweating gives you that "yoga glow". so mesmerizing was i that when i walked down lkf afterwards, the lan kwai version of spiderman came over and patted me affectionately on the head. that made me glad.

2) It's damn tiring. Yoga instructor (yogi?) says that if you feel out of breath or cannot breathe -- it's exercising in a freaking sauna, for crying out loud -- you should sit down, find your center and concentrate on deep breathing. But deep breathing is not very centering when you're inhaling the sweat-stink of 20 other people. that made me sad.

3) It's a good workout, but not really fast, so you don't feel as stupid when you're half a pace (okay, more like three paces) behind everyone else. that made me feel not too bad.

4) Men should not be allowed to do hot yoga topless. Guy in front of me in booty shorts was dripping from the tip of his hair to his very last toe. and everytime he turned, a couple of droplets would land dangerously close to me. they probably even landed on me without my noticing because it all just mingled with my own copious perspiration. that made me mad.

5) Your pee will be TOXIC the next day. i guess because the water content in your body drops so your pee is more concentrated, or maybe because of detoxing effects. i'm not sure why anyhow, but bright yellow pee is to be had.

6) I've actually been doing yoga for many years now, i realize. You know that position you take in the bathroom at a club when you KNOW that sitting on the seat is a bad idea, so you want to take that hovering stance, but you're kinda drunk and can't really support that stance without peeing all over yourself, so you put your hand out to steady your weight against the door? THAT'S YOGA! come on, that's pretty rad.

7) There is a purpose to "yogawear". All the pros were there in their long flowy pants and sporty tops, i'm in my baggy tshirt and running shorts. (no, i don't run either, so i don't know what i have running shorts). anyway, it's substantially harder to balance on one leg and hold your other knee up when your hand and kneecap are both slick with your own juicy sweat. cloth = traction. so, never will i go to hot yoga while scantily clad.

8) yoga is for narcissists. there's 3000 different yoga positions and 2976 of them require you to be standing on one leg. put me in four and a half inch stilettos and ask me to walk down d'aguilar drunk? no problem. stand on one leg and hook the other around the back of your calf? er... huh? plop. (that's the sound of me falling over) yogi bear says you need to be positioned so you're looking at yourself in the mirror in order to balance. why is that? is it because you, like the greek god of masturbation narcissus, become so intoxicated by the sight of yourself that you don't want to topple over and break the line of vision? anyhow, i had shamefully hidden behind the aforementioned maestro of sweat in the back row, so i had no mirror time. so next time, if there is one, i'll stand front and center (okay, who are we kidding -- middle row, slightly to the right near the door for a quick getaway) instead of hiding from my everyone and myself like a deadbeat dad.

the rhymes are getting pretty awful and so my insights into hot yoga must come to an end. next week: musings on the art of jazz funk. nothing more to add.

She's alive!

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 05:41:10 GMT

Back on xanga after a prolonged hiatus caused by a case of the forgotten password. Props to Virgie for informing me: "just because it shows you seven ******* doesn't mean your password is seven characters". Who knew?
You learn something new every day.

Anyway, busy and productive work week, have news but will elaborate later. most know anyway. oh okay, i'll just spit it out: I'm pregnant. If you leave me nice eprops, i'll let you poke the fetus/my belly with a pencil to see if the baby kicks.

Ew, as if on cue, boss' kid comes wandering around and is now standing a mere five feet from my desk, taunting me into admitting the truth. Fine, I'm not knocked up but considering the amount of food i've been consuming of late and the growing circumference of my waistline, you'd think i was. (case in point, sitting on minibus, bump into ex-coworker, coworker asks where i'm going. to the gym, i say. coworker does the "onceover", then: "yeah, good idea") i just want so much to be part of the celebrity baby trend. instead, maybe i'll launch my own perfume.

More to come.

Fat, pimply and friendless: xtina's week of double-layered disses

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:24:08 GMT

CUZ... u miss the funny stories (and i know funny stories = stories in which tina looks stupid) so here they are.

Scenario 1
I'm asking Loretta if she thinks this girl I met (whom she has met before) is hot, coz I think she is.
Loretta says: "Nah, her body's like a pipe, man. Besides, ever since I started dating you, I prefer big girls."
Tina: (where's the "mo loy" smileyface with a drop of sweat on his forehead?)

Scenario 2
Running around Watson's looking for a bottle of contact solution in the AM (pre-makeup, pre-teeth brushing, pre-face-washing...)
Sales lady stops me: Miss, can I help you? What are you looking for? (eyes skin infestation on left cheek) Are you looking for facewash?
Tina:

Scenario 3
At the door to Prive, whose bouncers seriously give u a new story to tell on a weekly basis.
Tina: Hi. Can I go in?
Bouncer 1: Just you?
Tina: Yep, just me!
Bouncer 2: No friends?
Tina: Nope, just me. (Thinking that it's easier to get in alone anyway)
Bouncer 1: Heh. Awww you don't have any friends? Heh heh heh (Beavis laugh).
Tina:

Friday, June 29, 2007

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 03:50:10 GMT

It's been too long. And it will continue to be a long time after this, because... that's just how it is with trends. xanga... is kinda like the dior saddle bag. i used to love it, want it, crave it, think about it all the time. now, it's like a figment of the early 2000s. after all, i've had xanga for 1882 days, or so the bar on top tells me when i log in.

while we're playing with strange metaphors... i think i've discovered that i'm the slut of the publishing industry. the true hotties don't want me, but all the second-tier playas call me up at 5am for a quick booty call. translation: clients with crappy jobs that no one wants to do, love calling me up and asking me to do work with ridiculous deadlines, despite the fact that i say that i'm very busy, AND i have a full-time job. as a result, july is going to a month for serious juggling.

on the plus side, i'll soon have a wealth of knowledge pertaining to a number of arguably useful topics. already, i am an expert on hong kong contract terms and residency permits. and i consider myself to be a definitive source for royalty-free images of hong kong. by this time next week, i will also be able to direct you on how to set up a business, how to buy a property, how to enroll your kid in a school. by this time next month, i should be able to give you intimate details on the faculty of science and engineering at city university. being a freelance writer is tantamount to being a full-time wikipedier.

oh, and did you know, richard gere attended umass amherst on a gymnastics scholarship? and that anthony hopkins' got his big break when he was handpicked by laurence olivier to be his understudy at the national theatre company?

all of this is much more interesting than what i do at work, which is basically photoshopping pics of myself with pandas, reading gossip blogs and style blogs, and resisting from going to read about ugly betty, so i don't spoil myself. i have however already figured out who isn't coming back next season on heroes by reading press accounts of who has (or hasn't!) shown up on set for filming. i haven't figured out when and how kim kardashian's ass got so ginormous, but i'm working on it. i haven't found joyce's assistant's xanga, but i did find her boss' facebook and her assistant's friendster page (which i think is pretty decent, considering she shares a name with a hk tv star). in between all these riveting activities, i... (drumroll) write bios about our management folk and think about what to eat for lunch or dinner. i stopped downloading music because i have no more space on this 400 mhz piece o' crap.

socially speaking, i'm cutting back on the extra currics. my dysfunctional liver is on the fritz, it's competing with the facebook "fortune cookie" application for the title of "most useless thing on this planet" (says the girl with a giant fake panda on her facebook page). at least, the guy who gave me a foot massage said i have a bad liver. i'm attempting to get out and about more in the daytime, and do more normal-human-being activities... like not eating lunch in bed on weekends. and visiting newly opened shoe emporiums conveniently located mere minutes away from my office building.

coming up this weekend: dinner date at tott's, then work work work saturday, prive saturday night, work work work sunday, work work work monday. what a waste of a long weekend. when all this is done, i'm going out and buying a pair of shoes that costs a month's salary... and a bag to match.

Tuesday Shoesday

Tue, 08 May 2007 06:02:10 GMT

I think my xanga must hate my facebook, now that facebook is getting all the wall posts and pic uploads, and xanga is just... sitting here like a lonely loser who ate way too many special brownies. But I'm not one of those "forgets old friends in the face of new and blossoming love" people, so here I am to show some love to good ol' xanga.

It's Tuesday, which rhymes with Shoes-day, which isn't a word or a day unless you're a fetishist like myself. In honor of Shoesday, Christina Ko Productions brings you... Shoe Theory: A Week in xtina's (Dream) Shoes. aka The Xmas Wish List.

Executive Mondays
Nude colours are great for blending so that you're not caught coming into the conference room at 9:15 when Monday WIP meeting starts at 9am SHARP. Painful shoes are also OK coz Mondays are soooo long that you just wanna cab home when the clock hits 6:30.

Pick-me-up Tuesdays
Omdz, is it only the second day of the working week? Gimme fire-engine red so I can stare at my feet under my desk to get me through the day.

Idol Wednesdays
Wednesdays are great. Since Monday and Tuesday are for arranging meetings, Wednesdays and Thursdays are for going to meetings. Wednesdays are also Idol nights = go home after work nights = wear the damnedest, most uncomfortable shoes with minimal consequences.

Somebody get me these pleeeeease, Jil Sander python pseudo-wedges, they're only $680 on barneys.com =P

Where's the weekend? Thursdays
Let's be realistic, by Thursday morning, I'm already oversleeping and wanting to grab Wednesday's shoes from in front of the shoe cabinet instead of searching through all my mismatched shoeboxes for the pair that i ACTUALLY want to wear. but by my own theory, I couldn't possibly wear Wednesdays painful shoes twice in a row. Thursday pretty much becomes "black pointy-toe + bamboo heel shoe day", but it'd be nice to have these too.

Friggin' Fridays
It always takes me the longest to get dressed on Friday. I might have meetings, I might not; I might go out straight after work, I might not; I might go club, I might not; I might have to walk a lot, I might not. Comfy work shoes that transition to night time are sooo annoying. I don't even know how I feel about these, but that's generally how I feel on Fridays, so it captures the sentiment appropriately.

Sexy Saturdays
On the rare occasion that I go out on Saturday night, the keepers come out. Keepers are those stupid shoes that take up space in my shoe cabinet because they cost a fortune, but wearing them for longer than five minutes hurts like an infected nipple piercing.

Sad Sundays
So on a regular Sunday, I'd try to wear flats, so that I don't have arthritis when I turn 32. The exception to this is when I go yumcha with my family, which is increasingly regular now. The reason is twofold. 1) I have to wear heels so that I cannot be recruited into Family Badminton. "Look, Ma, no sneakers!" 2) I have to wear heels so that my 12-year-old sister doesn't tell me I'm short. Of course, now, she just says "are you wearing heels? why are you taller than me?"

Otherwise, hello cute flats!

Which officially takes me to 6:05pm, better known as "25 minutes till work ends"...
Cheerio, folks!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 00:31:29 GMT

The poetry of nikki giovanni, which i have loved even longer than i have loved you xanga, (and you know i NEVER say that abt poetry) rallies the vt crowd.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snuc1hDDSiI

Signs you're watching too much TV

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 02:03:28 GMT

1) You start punning. ("we have no more Friends", "let's watch Sex" or "i'll go GREYSY without grey's")
2) You'd rather spend time with Addison and Meredith than Patrick and Joyce.
3) Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe and Monica are all your friendsters (*ahem. this is not me, btw. HAHA, it's someone with... manyfriendies.)
4) You know it's Ellis Grey, not Alice Grey; Cristina Yang, not Christina Yang; Lilly Kane, not Lily Kane; Niki/Jessica, not Nikki/Jessica.
5) You know the real reason they had to chop Peter Petrelli's hair is because of continuity difficulties in filming.
6) You can name five places that the weird DNA sign has appeared in Heroes (Jessica's back tattoo, Haitian's necklace, Mohinder's weird programme, Claire's geometry book, Hiro's sword and swimming pool when Parkman finds the girl in the secret room). (Damn, that's six).
7) You came up with McDescriptors for your friends... like McCleany.
8) You're strangely attracted to Blake Lewis or Logan Echolls, despite objectively understanding that under regular circumstances, these are not hot men.
9) You downloaded mp3s of Blake Lewis performing on idol.
10) And put it on your mp3 player.
11) And on the way to work on the MTR, you fantasize that your mp3 player is "the soundtrack to your life", a la JD.
12) You can figure out who's going to be eliminated on Top Model within 1 minute of the show starting... "coz the editing makes it sooo obvious".
13) You feel like you know Kristin Veitch better than you know the person in the next cube at work. And if you have to ask who Kristin Veitch is, you're not as bad of an addict as you think.
14) You visit TWoP more than you visit Google. And if you have to ask what TWoP is, you're not as bad of an addict as you think.
15) You spent the entire weekend watching TV, and you come to work, and all you end up doing is going on xanga and posting "Signs you're watching too much tv".

Friday, February 16, 2007

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:31:36 GMT

Work goes by SO slowly when u r not working, and instead going on wikipedia to look up things like "breakfast" and "duck" and "twiggy". Did you know that Fran Drescher went on a cruise with Twiggy's family, and that's where she got the inspiration for The Nanny? It's funny that FD and Twiggy are friends. Although, if in the show, Franny can marry Maxwell Sheffield, then I guess she and Twiggy are allowed to be friends.

What I've been doing for the past week:

1) Wiki-ing shit.
2) televisionwithoutpity.com for heroes recaps and spoilers.
3) livejournal.com/topmodel for random pics from top model contestants now modeling.
4) style.com for fashion week updates.
5) xanga, friendster, myspace... the usual suspects.
6) eonline.com for Fashion Police, Answer Bitch, Watch with Kristin.
7) dlisted.com for the latest on the ANS saga, and other celeb dish. Howard K Stern for president!
8) bagsnob.com is my newest discovery (courtesy angie!).
9) googling everyone in your email inbox and discovering... that there are 167 chris chans, 345 joyce chans and... one very productive eugene lien, sidekick to riccardi man.
10) which bring us to youtube, always a good friend in a time of need.

Yahoo news is at once the most useful and useless info provider ever. I never really learn about things that are happening in the world, yet I know more than ever about bears that have fallen out of trees, the cat in meriden CT that adopted a rottweiler, and other interesting animal facts. Yahoo news LOVES weird animal stories.

Countdown 33 minutes till 4pm. Looking forward to a weekend in which I don't leave the three-meter radius around my TV.

And since there's still 32 minutes now, let me share a photo of my lovely flowers for Vday:
there are 36 roses, 1 feather boa and 12 mini bear-on-heart phone straps for me to distribute to my friends and lovers. it's so massive that i couldn't even carry it, it was a real strain on my back. when it arrived, it was addressed to loretta chan instead of me, so they had to check the form to put it on my desk. it came before i arrived at work and so a lot of people were making a fuss, and my boss was demanding to know who it's from. someone told him "it's from a girl". i wonder if they'll put two and two together and figure... oh she's gay, or if they'll think: "oh my god, what a loser, she arranged for her female friend to send her flowers so she won't look like a loser. and not only did she basically send herself flowers, but she sent flowers with all these bears so she can pretend to pity everyone else and give out bears."

anyway, the amorous creation: