Happy Chinese New Year everyone! I wish you health, prosperity and wealth in the Year of the Snow Deer! Actually, it’s the Year of the Rabbit, but I bet you didn’t know that. You probably thought the rabbit was just in some “Sex in the City” episode, or a cute...
I’ve dealt with my share of incompetency over the past week. It was like “Dinner for Schmucks” for 168 hours straight. Unlike the States and Europe where people are both incompetent and mean, I find Asia comprises more well-intentioned morons, both of local- and expat-idiot ilk....
If you’ve been to PURE Admiralty recently, you’re probably asking yourself what the hell is going on. Or rather, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Why are there more fat people in slimming black shirts compared to one month ago?
The answer lies in the remodeling of the IFC PURE, which has made...
The longer I live in Hong Kong, the more I believe it makes you secretly fat.
This isn’t the overtly fat United States here. There aren’t all you can eat Tuesdays and milkshakes the size of a baby’s head. But still, fat is everywhere. Fat pervades (that...
• Stop being so fat.
• Do something physical, cultural, intellectual, creative, and aesthetically interesting every week.
• Be nice to everyone except for guys who wear Bluetooth headsets and anyone who uses the term “Bieber Fever.”
• Whenever I’m in an...
Quiet night in? Huge clubbing extravaganza? A junk? Seems like most of us have got sweet plans for this New Year’s Eve. But if you’re like me and currently reading an article you wrote and thinking about how handsome you used to be, you might be tired of the same old thing. So, without...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, not even Donald—that clown.
The Prada bags were hung in their storefronts with care,
In hopes that mainland tourists soon would be there.
The bankers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While...
What I’m going to tell you this week may be considered a trade secret. There’s a chance that my editor will black out half of this article like those letters sent during WWII and it will read something like you don’t wants l ovin yoursnight it’...
I used to hate Christmas in Hong Kong. I’m from Boston, aka the coldest place on earth, aka London this year, proving my point that the tables have turned and the UK is now a cheap knockoff of the States. Christmas in Boston means cold. It means snow. It means ugly sweaters and insane holiday...
Whenever I have to fly for business, I look forward to traveling like a fat kid looks forward to Honeymoon Dessert. I tap my feet in the Airport Express. I drum the seat while watching those Fashion TV clips on the train. I skip down the terminal in a, um, very masculine way. But nothing can...
