Hong Kong: Modern Birthday Party

Children’s birthdays have always been an event. When we were little, the parties were all the same. They were strictly celebrated at the birthday guy’s home, we’re eating milk sandwiches with cooked ham or salami held together by a toothpick, chips, juices and Coca Cola with caffeine (no caffeine or Coca Cola Zero – didn’t even exist). Nobody, in my memory, had allergies. We played all together and no one was bored. We ran in the yard with a ball, the elastic and the rope, even in winter. In the most organized parties there was a treasure hunt. We organized shows for the parents who were always present, sitting on the sofa talking to each other, smoking (in the house

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Leggings

Let’s start with the shocking news all women should know despite not being fashion bloggers: leggings and yoga pants are not pants. They are not fashionable (we wore them in the 80’s and called it fuseaux, remember?). They are not sexy and dramatically show off your leg and ass flaws unless you’re Jennifer Lopez. If you really have the perfect butt like in the photo above (check the photo twice, to be really and deeply secure) certainly any dress, medieval tunic, no-brand jeans will make you more attractive and sexy than a pair of leggings, trust me. For those who do not know, I stay 4/6 hours a day in a yoga studio, so for 4/6 hours a day I

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Hong Kong: The Playground

Sometimes I have to think, or have to stop thinking. My head produces thoughts, scenarios, images, stories. My head is pretty much a multiplex. So I choose a place, which becomes my place where I go to think, or stop thinking. I calm down, I mentally write speeches, seek solutions to problems, I put in order my mind, take decisions, sit down. Or just breathe. Enjoy the internal silence. As a kid I went to my parents camp on the lake, a camper village amidst the greenery. I crossed the net and climbed over the hill above the baths. I knew I could find a better, cleaner and not smelling place. But places, like people and moments you can’t choose

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Hong Kong: The Patience of Moms

Everyone says that patience is learned when you become a mom and that it evolves with the child’s age. It starts right away during the hours of labor torture. When doctors tell you to breathe and not to contract the belly, that eventually will pass, it’s just a couple of hours (or days for the less fortunate ones) that you are not dying, you are giving birth to a child. Then breathe, yell, think the worst things about your husband who did this to you, hate the midwife, turn off the light, switch on the light, walk, lie down, send to hell the nurse who try to let you drink a juice, but I recommend you, be patient. Than a

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