My mind's in a blank right now. Working 15 hours a week non stop for straight 16 days is abit too-much.

Knock me out, somebody!

Here goes the F1 essay:

Its crazy, I've repeated this million times for weeks, its really really really crazy.

-Bookings one day before event is considered a blessing already --- I've got clients calling in for models only 15 minutes before event commences.

- Models pulling out of event one day before event is considered a blessing already - I've got girls calling in 6 hours, 3 hours, 30 minutes before their calltime, and I've got one No-show.

- Getting replacements one day before event is considered a blessing already - I was borrowing models from another collaborating agency cos I was totally running dry on good event models. We subbed in a model, got her in proper hair and makeup and attire, down to the venue within 20 minutes. Even faster than Pizza Hut delivery.

- Model's handphones going flat on calltime, MIA and client running around to hunt for them.

- Last minute purchase of boots at Bugis street, frantically searching for 5 pairs of size 39. (Call this shop @ Bugis street : 63365801, very nice salesgirls very good service and very big boots)

- Calling every friend I know to borrow black boots for standby wardrobe. Please everybody, go get yourself a pair of black boots (so I can borrow for next year's event......muahahaha)

- Waking up 2 hours before calltime for morning call, and staying awake until 1am for coordination.

- Woke up by Client's call at 230am.

- Sending black boots down to those girls who smart-ly wore Dr Martens with their Race Queen outfit.

- Calling and texting models that are trying to play-out, knowing deep down inside that they won't reply and won't pick up my calls.

I've learnt a great deal during this period. Whatever that COULD happen HAS happened, I guess if I could manage this far PLUS to clear the shit that those irresponsible girls has left me with AND still survive (with alot of bruises and cuts though)..........wouldn't say future would be all smooth sailing but the waves don't seem so scary anymore.

Gtg now, will blog the pictures again.

I'm doing my last round of coordination for Formula One, after 3 days alone in the Bookers Room, I feel like I've been working all my life, the momentum's on.

I feel dead and awake at the same time, its a wierd sensation if you know what I mean. Will blog more after today.

The normal blogging layout is back!
Thank god. (or blogspot administrator, whoever you are)

I was frantically searching for a model on Saturday, drove me crazy. Dears, dears, dears....please don't scare Bookers like that, its enough to break my nerves down.

And then again, I ought to learn how to stop flying to places like a blind superman. Blind superman (gwen invented this term....since the last time I dashed down to airport to pick up a model on a wrong day) --- flying to emergencies without analysing if it is an emergency.

My level of patience/tolerance is sky high, don't know whats wrong with my stress management though. Isn't it all lumped under the same category "EQ"?

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The series of Johnnie Walker event commenced officially last night at Clarke Quay Center Stage, the Black Lounge. Woke up extra early to check it out, how it looks like and everything, before jumping back to agency for grab the memory card & meet up with Giena at Bugis. For?

This:




Maya's a darling to work with, I hope she stays that way.


Couldnt stay long at Bugis, gotta rush down to Suntec for the next event.
Gwen's booth at Games Convention Asia, wanted to chat but there's too many things on my mind, my heart can't rest until the next event commences smoothly. It was crazy, for Johnnie Walker, every year, the most ridiculous stuffs happen. (go read my chinese blog).


Who knows that our Sunday ended with a loud BANG.

Just after our dinner (me and San), just after us complaining that town's is awfully and strangely dead, just after my heartbeat dropped down to 70/90, while crossing the road to the Youth Park bus stop, GUESS WHO WE SAW?

THE DOG.
Woof.

I'm so used to calling him the dog, almost forgot his name.......I'm referring to San's bastardish ex-boyfriend. The scrawny looking, ego-headed guy with his so-called DawnYeoLooking girlfriend. Cross my heart and swear, I've nothing against that girl, but if her boyfriend is calling her Dawn Yeo Look alike, you cant blame me for firing facts at his face. DAWN YEO? If she's Dawn Yeo he must be Andy Lau.


Thanks San for spending so many year feeding his ego.


We were caught off guard, I supposed he felt the same too juding from his actions and his uneasiness. Aw damn, all those things that we've discussed before were totally wasted --- our scenario talks and our planned reaction were not put to use because ALL I did was laugh like an idiot (I seriously have no idea what was so funny...maybe his face?) and ALL San did was to pull me away and walk as fast as she could to the bus stop.


Thats what he did too. In the opposite direction.

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Some random updates:

Evelyn's left the agency, read my chinese blog.



We're used to her not being in the office, but leaving officially is another thing. I don't like it, seriously, don't like it. Part of the reason I wanted to extend my contract is because of her presence, she's like a neautralizer for us and the management. As much as I respect the authority behind the wallet that pays me every month, its difficult sometimes to put across the frontline's point of view to those that are not interacting with clients and models.



All for the better of her health, fingers crossed that she gets well soon and come back!!!


To Xpect for a trim. It was more like a cut......



Giena was there too. She has a great lot of hair!



Huijuan's birthday.....@ Kbox Marina Square. Gave her a digicam, owe her for years.

I just realised that the entire 3 posts I blogged last week is mysteriously missing from my blog.

Lazy to reblog it again.
So anyways, it was about the chalet.



I didnt know what the rest think, but I had fun *v*

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Its September. The month that I've been, more or less, dreading and yet anticipating ever since January. Okay I shouldn't use the word anticipate ... maybe, expecting? Expected cramp schedules, expected non-stop work, expected stress, expected unhappiness with models, expected last minute situations......last year was havok, this year's no exceptional.