Month: March 2017

Curated

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Have you ever wondered, how curated everyone’s life is on social media? Not just the celebrities, but your friends, your relatives…

and you.

Are you guilty of curating your life too? Are you guilty of glamouring your photos and captions, so that yours is comparable with others?

Some days, when I tap on the app, and all the different images starts bombarding on the retina of my eyes. Woah, she’s diving! So cool! Wah…he’s in Europe right now – Envy! The food looks so yummy.(Or styled and edited to look so good – edibility each sold seperately.)

Everyone is so unique, and having the time of their life.

What about me? ole me?

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While everyone is out there playing and enjoying (or I presume that they are). I’m actually stuck at home, feeling small and miserable. geeking it out and not feeling apologetic.

I don’t know why are we trained to believe that if we are not out there, doing something new and innovative, hanging out with friends – we are wasting our time moping at home, and that is frowned upon.

Imagine the numerous frowns that I’m about to subject myself to when I declare myself as a homebody. Sure, I have days when I wished that I can travel the globe without a care. Catch the sunrise every morning, without having to consider if I would be late for work. Catch the sunset every evening, preferably not from the windows of my workplace.

Like any other responsible human being on the planet, if you do realize it by now.

I work.

After I work, I’m too pooped to – even meet anyone, form a coherent sentence, hold a somewhat intelligent conversation with anyone.

I just want people to leave me alone.

I digress but now I’m at home, skin spotted with angry looking red rashes from food allergy, as I stared at the itchy inflamed skin, I can’t help but to feel maligned. I didn’t even eat any prawn, how on earth did all these happen. Away and alone, I do what I do best.

I read and I pop bubbles.

Processed with VSCOcam with hb1 presetAccurate caption: I ITCHY. I ANGST.I SQUEEZE DIE DIS BUBBLE.

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IMG_7250_2esAccurate Caption: I can’t pop bubbles, read, turn pages and take photos at the same time.

I kid.

The Kinfolk Home is a good read for those who are looking to decorate their new home or seeking interior design inspiration. Every home, comes with a story. This is what it should be, because…

Home, is where the heart is.

Oh Bralettes

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After that nightmare with bralette, I stopped staring at bralettes. I’m secretly openly bitter over the fact that, I am, perhaps not suitable to wear bralettes. condemned to see all the pretty people indulge in that bralette craze.

I’m in such a mutually exclusive relationship with bralette, that I am literally…lost for words when I saw the Dayre community there caught up in a bralette craze. After clicking on blogs after blogs, it led me to the Mother of Bralettes on Dayre – braintango.

She says the bralettes would fit me and that our sizes are similar.

This sentence was like the rain after a long drought, the oasis in the desert (you get my drift). I got my hands on the padded strappy in both colors.

I literally held my breath when I started to put on the bralette, reminding myself to not to be disappointed if it doesn’t fit. But I guess I’m a worrywart for a good cause…

The bralette slipped on with ease.

It was soooooo comfortable and fit me like a dream (well, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t expect it to fit, so to fit in it – IT WAS ACHEIVEMENT UNLOCK!)

Ok, sold. So I inhaled in new products and releases. Let me tell you what you have been missing out.

The daily staple:

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This is affectionately called the Boob hugger. The material is so soft and smooth! I kept touching the bralette because every woman enjoys a comfortable bra, trust me.  It is comfortable, and provides sufficient support for an entire day of wear.

The Feel Good Wear:

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I don’t even need to describe, you just have to look at the pictures and imagine how good it is.

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Peekaboo lace midi.

Comfortable, but I honestly can’t wear this out, so I wore it at home to feel pretty.

Afterall, to be honest, the most important point about any lingerie, is comfort. Above price point, it is the comfort that we are looking out for. No one will wear a pretty but uncomfortable lingerie and run around for 8-9 hours at work each day. IT JUST DOESN’T CUT IT.

I am glad that after that nightmare episode, I found something suitable for me, and a local business that I am willing to introduce people to.

If you are looking for comfortable bralettes, do go to: ourbraletteclub.com

Good things must share!

 

Of Bralettes

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I’ve seen Iskra Lawrence posing in bralettes and reading about her cause for #bodypositivity . Iskra is like my goddess role model. She’s beautiful, smart and above all – confident in her skin.

I’ve been pondering whether I should purchase Aerie’s bralette. I’ve been sitting on it sooooo much, that I didn’t get around to doing it. Maybe the rude discovery of how filmsy a non-lined bralette is, aided in the decision to sit on it longer.

Then came my BKK trip in December 2016. Whilst my cute friend A, ventured into a local lingerie store to buy safety shorts, I went in to take a look as well. I was skeptical of everything I saw in the store, because I knew I was different from the standard thailand girl size, or the standard singaporean size. Past experiences tells me that…I won’t fit into anything here.

Then, something in the far corner caught my eye. It’s a bralette with front straps and IT’S LINED!  AND IT HAS ELASTIC BAND! After enquiring with the owner who confidently told me that I’m able to fit in this, I happily enthusiastically desperately asked for it in 2 different colors, paid and stuffed them in my bag.

Alas! When I got home to try it on. It was a nightmare. It was a struggle to put on the bralette (PLEASE REMEMBER THAT ELASTIC BAND ALSO DO HAVE LIMITS – THERE’S NO INFINITY STRETCH OPTION AVAILABLE). For a good minute I panicked, and I kept thinking what if I got stuck and people who save me will see me stuck precariously in this piece of lingerie. After convincing myself that I would not allow this to happen, I finally gathered my shit and shoved the lingerie in place. That’s right, SHOVED. I stared myself in the mirror and marvelled over the fact that:

  1. WHY SO SMALL AH
  2. SO TIGHT. OH YAS TOO SMALL.
  3. OMG THE TRIANGLES ARE TOO SMALL
  4. MY BOOBS ARE SQUISHED FLAT AND NOW LOOKS LONGITUDINAL
  5. I FEEL STUPID
  6. I KINDA RESEMBLE A BAZHANG (RICE DUMPLING) with all the different lines tying up my meat together

This nightmare did not end here. What has been put on, must be taken off. Wrestling with that piece of lingerie ensues, and I emerged victorious (else i would have appeared on the headlines the next day).

I sneakily banished this lingerie of shame in the dark corner of my closet – never to see the light of the day again.

It was all fine. I lived happily ever after with wired bras – or so I thought.