Have Victoria, will travel

After hearing of how I didn't wear my bikinis or lazed by the beach during my trip to Samui, Mr. J decided to take me to Seychelles in October.

I'm sooo excited except that the bikinis I have are like 10 years old from uni days in Ozland. No kidding, they are THAT old but in good shape and still stretchable. I have 2 bikini sets - indigo blue Brian Rochford triangle and turquoise Zimmerman halter-top.

I thought it was time I get myself new bikinis. After seeing photos of sexy Marisa Miller showing off her va-va-voom surfer's body in Victoria Secret website, I succumbed to buying 3 bikini sets from their website.

I'm very excited. Am still waiting for my bikinis to arrive from the post. I should get them 2 weeks before our first island holiday. Woohoo!

Check out my new bikinis. I really loved how the blue and green bikinis blend nicely against the sea background. Decided to get the red halter set at the last minute as J likes me in red.

*All photos below are from Victoria Secret's website

Reclaiming my feminine privilege

My sense of style goes through a phase where I'd like one style and wear the same outfit every single day and buy the same thing for months and sometimes, a year. I'm not one of those women who have an extensive wardrobe. No, I don't get bored wearing the same thing everyday for months as it solves the headache of what to wear to work.

For the past 12 months, I've been wearing the same outfit of white puff sleeves button-up top with pants (black, grey or khaki). And I've got a collection of white puff sleeves tops from Zara, MNG, Raoul, Top Shop and Dorothy Perkins. Those white tops which I love so much and wear them every work day varies in different white tone and material.

I've been wearing this white puff sleeve top-pants combo outfit for more than a year already. Even Mr. J has resorted to calling me Alice after Disney's version of Alice in a blue puff sleeve dress with white apron.

However, lately I've a good reason to stick to the puff sleeve top and pants outfit as my place has been infested with mosquitoes. There are two construction sites next to my apartment.

Everyday is a daily battle of combating those pesky little mosquitoes. Sometimes, I forget to burn the citronella essential oil and those damn mosquitoes would have a bloody fest on my calves. They always go for my calves, don't know why. Those damn bites are so itchy that I'd scratch them until they bleed, leaving unsightly little scabs on my calves.

Last week, I saw the most gorgeous print wrap dress at Nafnaf. The blue-purple-grey colours and motifs of the dress reminded me of a Klimt painting. I tried it on and it fitted really well. The wrap dress hugged every curve of my body and draped over my bustline just nice- not too low nor too tight.

Today I decided to heck the tiny scabs on my legs and wore the Klimt wraparound dress. Mr. J couldn't stop grinning when I met him for lunch at KLCC. Gosh, his cheeks slowly turned pink and he couldn't take his eyes off me.

With his admiring gaze, suddenly, I sat up straighter and felt utterly like a woman.

Boy, we hadn't lunch like this for ages. We were laughing and flirting with each other - lots of coy glances, his leg stretching out to accidentally brush mine, licking our lips after chewing/drinking while gazing into each other's eyes.

Both of us ended lunch completely flushed with giddy happiness. My body was tingly all over. I felt many tiny little sparks in my fingers and toes.

Ooh la la, we could have an afternoon session of hot lusty sex at The Mandarin if not for his urgent work matters.

Indeed, that is the power of a dress - my feminine privilege.

I shall wear a dress, every now and then, to remind me and Mr. J of the insane chemistry we still have for each other. ;)