legged up

spring/summer is here and people in Switzerland are finally shedding off their mammut sports jackets and coats that make one look like michelin man.

i can’t help but notice that leggings/tights/jeggings (the illusion of denim jeans on leggings) is ‘in’ among the teenagers and young at heart here.

i always associate tights with housewives in wet markets in Singapore.

the ladies here make wearing tights look so chic and stylish with their never-ending legs. there are no wobbly jello-bits hanging over the elastic band on the waistline, or drumstick thighs poking out from the sides. one thing that bothers me a lot though, is that I often get a good clear view of their ‘camel toes’. the girls here like to pair their leggings with short crop tops. it really is quite distracting, especially if it’s seen on a pair of light colored tights.

am contemplating following the trend, but i have to keep a few style points in mind:

1) know your body shape. if you are short or have stumpy legs like me, it is best to avoid leggings that stop right below your knees. it is best to wear long tights that ends just above your ankles.

2) pair your leggings with hot heels for the illusion of longer legs.

3) invest in a decent pair of underwear. thin thongs or the new range of lycra sloggi with no VPL are highly recommended. no granny panties, please. ever.

4) do not wear a big night-time sanitary pad when you are wearing tights. you don’t want people walking behind you to think you’ve grown a tail or is a transvestite who had a really bad ‘tuck’ job.

5) invest in a good pair of tights. i use to think because it is so basic, i don’t need to spend too much money on a pair. i’ve had many torn ones, materials that seem to rub off on other clothes, and ones that are so thin and see through, i look like a big baby running around in stockings. definitely not the cool look you wanna achieve.

6) the controversial ‘skin-tone’ tights – i own a pair of camel brown tights, which from far, looks almost the same color as my skin. i had so many stares when i wore it with a turtle neck sweater in paris. or maybe parisians just like to stare.

7) variety, variety, variety. there are tights in so many different types of materials and designs now – leather, suede, denim, flower, psychedelic colors.

i love the PVC/leather/cat-woman tights that kate moss and vic beckam wore. Would i fit into one of those and look fabulous?

fat hope.


mum knows best

I received a belated birthday card from my mum in Singapore 9 days after the actual day. I simply love the design on the front of the card, it’s very shopaholic! mum really knows me the best.

circle of friendship

it’s been 3 long days and i still haven’t contacted my friend whom i had a fall out with in amsterdam.

i don’t know why it is taking me so long to pick up the phone and talk things out with her. what would i say? should i call or would an sms be a safer ice-breaker? what if she doesn’t reply? i feel really terrible at the prospect of losing a good friend, but somehow, i just feel like letting the guilt eat away my conscience for now. it always seems easier to wallow in self-pity than make an effort to resolve a problem.

i got to know a new friend at the cafe near my place and she asked if i’ll like to hang out with her some time.

is this the circle of friendship? when one fades, another blossoms? is something precious that is broken not meant to be fixed? when fixed, there might be visible cracks. if a friendship can’t withstand a little setback, does it mean that it is not meant to be? should i just give up an old friend to pursue new ones?

i’m sure friendships shouldn’t be a 1-for-1 replacement. and the heart is definitely big enuff for more than 1 person. otherwise, why would parents have more than 1 kid??? (but of course one should only have 1 husband, at 1 time)

i’m waiting to hit rock-bottom then i’ll think about doing something.  wish me luck.

spaced out

just got back from a horrible weekend trip to amsterdam. It was meant to be a fun and exciting holiday with 2 good friends, away from our husbands and kids. it turned out to be such a disaster.

I should have seen it coming after

a) eating 9 pieces of KFC hot wings at 1 a.m

b) making my own bloody mary concoction at an argentinian restaurant

c) having 2 long slabs of greasy all-you-can-eat spare ribs dripping with garlic-oil dressing at the same restaurant for lunch and

d) breathing in 2nd hand marijuana smoke from people in the public square.

I think what pushed me off the wall was an innocent looking marijuana-laced muffin shared amongst 3 girls for tea-break.

Greasy food and space cakes can make people do crazy things.

Like kill a friendship.