Look@me I have flamingo legs!

So what do you think? Will this style take off?

For people who think their calves are fat, this could be a quick and obvious solution.
I love the graphic aspects, very modish, don't you think?
But I do dread this style to a certain extent. Legs, esp. calves are meant to be gracefully curvy. The stockings shade half the legs -the curvy half, Oh! The sin!



I think I know what's wrong with the concept. I think if the black portion is in front instead of back, it will work better - curves obvious but overall, legs still slimmed. That's the beauty of stockings - can be worn front/back, just like a convent girl's pinafore.

Images from UK Vogue website. Even though the title reads "Look@me", it's not me. Also the second pix looks the best, the other two just look too busy.
I feel the brand logo distracts and adds no value, but others may disagree.

Scarface Meets Another.

I have a little scar smacked right between my eyes.

When I was very young, my sister and I had a wild time jumping from bed to bed, but oops, slipped and fell from one bed heading towards the direction of the other. I hit the corner of the wooden bed frame exactly right between my eyes. This means showers of incredible blessings. If the fall was at a slightly different angle, I would have hit the bed frame corner on an eye.

A little scar souvenir still remains, but it doesn't bug me at all, no one stares at it rudely and in fact, I often forget about it.

Just realized a colleague was incredibly blessed as well. He had a scar EXACTLY like mine. And he obtained it in EXACTLY the same way - He ALSO fell hitting the corner of the bed frame, and he was ALSO playing with his sister when the accident occurred. And his, also, wasn't obvious.
Wow! Maybe alot more kids out there get into this sort of accident than I realized.

Do you agree with MTV?

MTV program says the greatest export of Norway is A-HA! which gave us TAKE ON ME.

I totally agree. The video rocks. I also have this song on alot of my IPOD songlists. A lift-me-up.

If you watch the video now, you would think it's very retro and very low-tech, like how a Video player looks next to a slick DVD player, but still, the music video brings a smile on my face every time I watch it.



Why... because it's like the one and only song I can play on an organ nowadays...La-La-fa-re-re-so-so-so-ti-ti...

Oh, and another great export will be Salmon of course!

Australian humor on a Friday night.

Karen and I went for the Melbourne International Comedy road show yesterday night at Robertson Quay (Repertory Theatre). Enjoyable.

There were probably five Singaporeans in the audience. There were alot lot of Australians. It was like when we went to Hokkaido Niseko, Japan and we were surrounded by Australians. So very briefly, yesterday night, I felt like I was in Japan.

The jokes were fast and furious, some low-brow, some in music form. The third standup comedian wore tight skinny jeans. A friend informed that it's a common Melbourne guy trait: skinny jeans with checkered long sleeve shirt. I haven't been to Melbourne but I think it'll be strange to be surrounded by a lot of guys in such apparel combination. Just a tad surreal.

We had Japanese food before and after the show, and played ketchup on our respective career developments.

OHTellMeAboutIT!

Today.
Venue: office canteen.
My boss and me lamented...Huh ah... it's only Tuesday?!!
I need today to be Friday. Badly.
Hair therapy session. Tonight. Compulsory.

My toes are acting strange.
Sometimes, when I remove the heels, and try some innocent feet rotation/move, the one middle toe will "twist" and go in opposite direction. Didn't follow the other toes. Rebel without cause. Painful. I would reach out, straighten the toe, and the pain goes away after 10 seconds. Weird huh.

Must add body scrub session to hair mask therapy.

Dumb Luck & Hair salvation Mask.

It's the weekend! TraLaLaLaLaLa!

Today I had traffic blessings - I made my way from Bukit Merah to Orchard Road via Redhill without getting lost. I'm very proud of myself! On my way back from Orchard Road, I got lost because I parked at Paragon (first time), I usually use Marriot lots. I was seriously confounded but my really sharp homing pigeon instincts KNEW it was the wrong direction. A useful road sign informed me I was on way to Ang Mo Kio. I panicked and exited via Moulmein, the next highway exit, and made my way home via Balestier past Mountbatten. I felt guilty for getting lost and wasting expensive petrol so I switched off the air-conditioning.
However, later on, a friend informed me that I missed a really bad jam on the PIE as I exited before I hit it. What dumb luck I have! Excellent!!

While we were at Taka, I decided to pamper myself, so while a friend went on a very determined mission trip to the Guess store, I went off to L'Occitane and got myself a jar of Shiny Hair Mask. For 43 dollars, I expect very nice radiant hair in 4 weeks. The mask had previously won awards, so I have adjusted my expectations to be of a higher scale.
Nothing beats coming home after a tiring work and taking time to stone out, followed by a self-beauty and deep breathing regime. Now this regime will extend by another 10 minutes to accommodate the hair mask. Shiok. I also couldn't resist a bottle of massage oil of lavender, tea leaf and geranium. I will now smell of dreamy country fields every night. I think this oil will improve my morning appetite - the scent is a little sweet, like vanilla, I will dream of desserts.
Good Night!

Rose syrup, Green Bag and a forgotten cousin

Alamak!!! No more rose syrup in the office pantry. WHo finished it!! I wanted to baptise my new mug with that cloying sweet drink, now I have to settle for cooler water.

I attended another event this morning. Thankfully, I'm not the organiser. It's so big scale that it's crazy. There were security checkpoints as the Prime Minister (Guest of Honour) was present. I arrived later than him... so I'm more important.

The door gift was a cute lawn green hard canvas laptop bag. There were four laptop bag colours. I wonder which color the PM chose. I liked the green alot but I suspect my colleagues all secretly think that colour is ugly. Which is good - it means no one will take my laptop bag away from me. My previous chic Andersen black laptop bag was stolen from my desk and I remain permanently scarred by that experience.

Called up a friend after work for a quick catch up session over cooked Japanese food. On our way out, a guy sitting near Ya Kun kept waving over at us. Friend was chatting away and didn't see, so after some really frantic waving from the guy, I finally interrupted my friend and asked, "Hey is that your friend?"
The guy heard, and he proclaimed loudly I'm your COUSIN! This would be COUSIN Simon whom I grew up with. I blame it on work, it numbs my brain, I can't remember people from my past anymore. We kind of grew up together. His mum more or less raised me, taught me Maths and English, and he and his older brother took turns walking my sister and me to school. It is rather unforgivable that I didn't recognise him, I shall try harder to be nicer and carefully scrutinise people who wave frantically lest friends and relatives start disowning me because they think I'm ignoring them.

I used to wonder why I don't bump into people from my polytechnic days. Maybe I've always been surrounded by them, it's just that I don't recognize them anymore.

my poor feet

My feet ache real bad. I've been on my feet continuously from one in the afternoon till about six. There was a media launch and I was part of it, and it ended well, 5% to my credit. Whew. My first media event. Not looking forward to anymore anytime soon. TIRING Lah. One in every six years sounds right. Kudos to friends who are from the PR industry. You must be mad to be in it. Give me detailed pedantic financial investigations any time. My feet still ache. I hope any photos with me in it show my sharp black heels that I tortured my feet into. And I left my car at the work place because I was too lazy to go back for it from the city, was a little fuzzy from wine, and not blissfully happy as there was no cute door gift for me when I left the event (we ran out of them).

My bosses don't really recognize me, as in the ultimate big boss and one of his deputies. One of them almost gave me his namecard and introduce himself to me (he thought I was one of the guests at the launch), as for the other, I went up to him and just told him I was from his side and shook his hand (because I needed to pass him some info). Low profile is good.

Hmm what I like about my new work place... includes... the magic hot drink machine at the pantry. It makes cappuccino, mocha coffee, Teh Tarik, Milo and Kopi, Kopi-C. I just bought a really big mug so that I can drink refill alot at one go. Strangely, the other drink option would be rose syrup water. There's a stray bottle of it in the pantry and I've been having a little everyday. I like some other stuff from my new work place, but too bone-tired to continue. Another blog, soon.

Oh, and I have a NEW gorgy bag!!!

Another debt.

I've decided that to have a trimmer tummy, I should embark on a 10 sit-up exercise, every night before I sleep, and a little stretching after. And to motivate myself not stray far from my objective, I would carry over any sit ups I've not executed to the next sit up session. That is, if I miss 10 sit ups last night, I'll have to execute 10 (today's quota) + 10 (carried over from yesterday), or 20.
No compounding of sit ups though. That would be too messy to calculate and remember.
So, to date, I owe myself 13*10 situps. Alamak! Too many and too disheartening. I shall write off the debt (which I know will be uncollectible and therefore be a bad debt, I'm a bad debtor). And start anew. 10, from TOMORROW onwards.

Sleep debt

Sleep has never felt so good.

I have gathered that on average I need 8 hours of sleep. So by Friday night, I owed a sleep debt to my body to the tune of 9 hours, due to stubborn staying up despite knowing that I have to wake up by 7 in the morning.

And paying off a debt had never felt so good. I was so tired that on Saturday, I woke up at 2pm. I got out of the house for a quick lunch and viewing of a peranakan house at Joo Chiat. Got back to the house and watched Persepolis. The book was much better. And slept for another 2 hours.

Now I'm going out to meet friends visiting Singapore. Looking forward to sleeping again tonight.
Perhaps tomorrow I can squeeze in some exercise. Bliss.