Wishlist

Life's been great.
I really can't be asking for anything more than what I have now, really. That being said, my christmas wish list would be really short this year

2012 CHRISTMAS WISHLIST
1. Philip Lim 3.1 Break Up Clutch
2. Jay Chou 2012 Album
3. Return trip SIN-HKG for CNY
4. Reckless Ericka reversable checked top/dress
5. House of Harlow Stone Ring
6. MMM x HM Oversize turtle neck
7. Jeffrey Campbell black platform heels
8. Office at Arab Street
9. Movie "Hotel Translyvania" with The Man
10. Big Bang concert tickets
11. 2NE1 concert tickets
12. Alexander McQueen black sneakers for The Man
13. 3D2N getaway trip
14. World Peace
15. Ballerina flats
16. Vespa with side car
17. Headphones with great bass
18. New wardrobe with all sets from Jeremy Scott x Adidas
19. SHE 2012 new album
20. Free (and safe) liposuction

A series of unfortunate events

Day One :  Six months after I ended employment with my ex-ex-agency, I received a lawyer letter from them on breach of contract.

Day Two : The Man had a super high fever

Day Five : Ex-agency director did not return on the promised date, leaving behind a bunch of mess to clear.

Day Six : Lost a project.

Day Eight : Strongest ally leaving the field.

Day Ten : I think its my fault that had the ex-team got themselves into this crazier situation.

Day Twelve : Potential investor missing in action.

Day Fifteen : Slipped and fell down the stairs, swollen ankle and lots of bruises.

Day Sixteen : On the verge of depression.

Day Seventeen : Rejected help from the big boys.


Thank goodness I had you by my side.

Willow & Huxley

The girls did a great show for Willow & Huxley during F1 period. Here's some snaps.

I really liked some of the pieces that the girls were wearing during the show, so I checked out what were the designers that Willow & Huxley were carrying on their website, and this particular brand Best Behavior caught my attention. 

How could they take things from my wardrobe like that? 

Definitely checking W&H soon, I could really get three sets, from head to toe. That over-the-head thing is so G-D.  

Ain't easy

I "ain't easy to deal with", I realised.

Ironically I believe everything can be resolved as long as we sit down and talk things through. Not alot of people want to "sit down and talk" with me though. I guess they must have that thought in their head too, "She ain't easy to deal with".

But I actually am. Takes some guts to find out.

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My sis got together with a jerk. I was quite pissed, but then again she's just twenty. An age where you'll meet all the wrong guys, or all the right guys at the wrong time, get hurt get dumped and learn loads more about relationship. And learn about yourself.

But still. A fat boy, a cafe chef, a storeroom helper and now this? Her records so stained.

**
The Man spent $1850 on a Canon camera with lens. Ouch.
I hope this hobby (or bright new shiny toy) lasts a little longer than his previous artistic finger.

Dear Diary

I went home last night to write my diary. If The Man knows about it he wouldn't understand.


I flipped to a new page and realised I haven't been writing at all for 2012. Well in the first place I'm hardly in my house for more than 30 days this year, I think. Everytime I go back, its like Diner-rush, I've got that little time to finish washing my lingeries, hang them, do abit of self grooming and DING DING DING time's up, hands off whatever you're doing The Man and his bike is here to pick me up.

So last night, I fought the desire to continue with my youtube surfing and started writing instead. 45 minutes with myself. To sum up, 2012 is soooo full of twists and turns, not only in my life but also my loved ones.

Testshoot with Michael Seah and Zhou Mo

Another Sunday burnt on tests.

The motivation for me to buy alarming apparels is even if I'm not gonna wear it ever, the models can. 

Theme : Left behind

Photographer : Michael Seah

Model : Zhou Mo (ELITE)

Stylist : Bonita 

Theme : I'm the king of the playground

Photographer : Michael Seah

Model : Zhou Mo (ELITE)

Stylist : Bonita 

The legendary September

Still busy but not as breathtaking as before. Being out a talent agency does have some space during this period. At least I don't have a growing stack of comcards on my table, that kinda stress me out everytime I pause to take a break from my computer.

My sister is now with Dreamodels Hong Kong, great. Like me, she's definitely not one who can work with 4 walls and typical office work. We hate mixing with strangers in general, but we need the spice strangers bring to our lives. And if these strangers somehow transform to a friend...well all the better.

I'm positive that Divina will enjoy socializing better than I do.

Speaking of which I had a dream of 2 new colleagues on my team, a posh looking plump lady and her skinny fair sidekick, two mean bitches. In my dream, we were getting to know each other for the first time at a rowdy canteen, and as the sidekick takes a seat, I greeted her with a hi. The posh looking plump lady stared at me and said "Don't mind me asking, but you don't like PR don't you?" I was wondering (in my dream yes wondering) how she knew that, and I replied "Yeap, I hate PR". And from then on they became real nasty with words.

Moral of the dream : never admit that you hate PR. You would be despised.

In an empty office right now

I yearned for a trip and I got a trip.

The first hour waiting for my flight at Changi Airport, I felt like cancelling my plans. I wanted to get out of the gate, ring my sister to tell her that I'm sorry I can't go, hop on a cab and go back to his place. I didn't. It had been a bad three-days, rough nights, emotional and all. I felt that we both need time away from each other.

Well its always just me who needed to be away.

Taipei didn't do me any good. Work calls, work emails, work text...I won't be amazed by the figures on this month's phone bills. Just kept reminding myself that it's supposed to be a relaxed getaway, and I should stay focused on relaxing. Taipei couldn't keep me concentrated on having fun though, some places had become really disappointing after the Taiwan government implements this-and-thats in their structure of business and layout of the area.

But I did have fun with my sister, walking miles and miles gossiping away, mad frenzy at Cosmed & Watsons (their cosmetics are so cheap) and exploring supper places every night. I love all the nights back at the hostel, supper-ing in bras and panties while watching tv together.

 

 

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Won't be going Taipei for the next few years I guess. 

Of course July is here, silly you

Its so hard to keep secrets

I thought I was pregnant, serious.
And now it has been proven that I'm not....I need some explanation for that ultra big slab of fat around my abdomen area. Please.



*

There has been alot of jumpy moments for the past weeks. Three incidents that shot my pressure up the blood metre, my doc almost shed tears of joy. It's so hard to keep secrets. I hate it. I hate playing hide-and-seek. Its chewing on my nerve and forcing my EQ to shed skin.

Super fragile. I feel.
And that's why I'm super appreciative about the protection I've been receiving from all sort of people. If you shade people, they shade you back. They have no obligation to do so, but they will do it because they know that you weren't obliged to shade them in the first place.

World's round.

Darn the weather....I almost died

Friends will always be there. Somewhere out there.

This is one true fact that I've learnt over the years. Away from home.

Friends will always be there. Somewhere out there. It might not be the same superhero everytime, they will take turns, and each will have their turn. If they aren't gonna appear in any crisis moment in life, those aren't friends. Those are acquaintances that you meet alot and do alot of things with. Acquaintances.

I've got a long list of acquaintances in my facebook. And I've also surprised myself with the pleasant list of friends I've made from the industry.

Niiiiice.

April, you're such a wild surprise

I haven't really tasted April, and now its moving off my plate.

Long breaks are really not my thing. I'm ready to get out to the field and start slaving away. And tomorrow's the day. The little butterflies and that uncomfortable feel of uncertainty before entering a new environment has been disturbing during my holidays, I'm sure it will go away when things get busy. 

I just love being busy.  

Chill, summer

Summer shouldn't be 17 degrees. Sigh. Guess I brought the chill with me.

Night before I left for this last minute trip, I told The Man about the list of interesting people that I can't wait to meet when I'm in town. And I met none of them. And I'm leaving tomorrow.

I don't really know me sometimes. Half of me wants to dial that number, the other half just watch that half of me lazily. And so I ended up wanting to contact them. Just "wanting".

I'm trying very hard to rest my soul and enjoy this bit of holiday. When I asked if he missed me, The Man said "this distance is good" cos he needed the time to mug for his exams. That four words pierced through my heart and moved me deeply... darn this man who don't miss me a bit I'm gonna do some serious shopping to my heart's fill RIGHT NOW.


And then I felt better =)

4 days to 5 years

And I left. 

Four more days to 5 years of employment with Imodels. I left. Just like that.

And here I am. Sitting at my sister's laptop, in the tiny living room, munching a cold hong kong style egg tart (cold but still delicious!), blogging about it. The resignation letter is chucked away somewhere in the warehouse that's carrying my work stuffs, I remembered seeing it inside when I was packing up at SOHO. I intended to submit that in September so that they have three months to find a suitable replacement.

So much for arrangements. 

No men is indispensable, this I've learnt many years ago, and I'm sure the agency would carry on well without me. I'm half worried about Fish, there's too much on her plate right now, but I'm sure these hard times will be a great learning and growing opportunity for her.

I do miss the times with Imodels, but there's no space for reminiscences, there's much to do. 

Foolish Women

I have a soft spot for silly female species who gets themselves hurt in the course of love. Even if they are the bitches that always mess with me.

Who wouldn't? We're all women. And we all know how it's like to fall in love...with the wrong man.

Sigh.
Come on over and let's hug.

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I put on some weight. Ever since Christmas.
I've not stopped meeting friends for dinners ever since christmas. Good for network, bad for size. I was really ambitious to make that flab around my intestine disappear, I set a deadline to achieve that in two weeks, which extended to another two weeks and now that flab has only ceased a little.

I think its a lump. Or I'm pregnant.

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March as usual is exceptionally busy. We've got a new colleague in, thank goodness she's slightly smarter than the rest of newcomers that I've (kindddaaaa) chased away since last year. If P was a caramel hot fudge sundae with whip cream, then R must be that fried oyster with char kway teow for supper. Both contributes much effort in high blood pressure.

I'm hoping this lady stays longer. And I think she will. She looks like a survivor, slow and steady survivor.

Revamp time honey

Its the time of the year *or life* to change my wardrobe. I'm excited beyond words.


Has confirmed the rumour of moving office somewhere between April - May this year. I'm half hoping for a proper office (Goodbye SOHO goodbye) so that I can wear shoes. If you've been to my agency we're walking around barefooted because its a home-y place and in Singapore nobody wears shoes in home-y place. We've tried indoor slippers but its tricky to go up and down the stairs in it so BAAAHH.

So for the past two years, its not that fun to dress up to work anymore cos I've gotta emit all footwear from the overall style, plus its so tiring to put on and pull off boots or complicated footwear when you get in and out of the office.


AND NOW WE'RE MOVING!!!! I'M GONNA EMBRACE MY BOOTS MY CRAZY STUFFS XD

Shorts always look too casual when heels are off so I guess I'm gonna dig out all my shorties now. Okay after I lose a few pounds.

Best time and reason for me to revamp the wardrobe. I'm gonna get all these.

I can go on and on and on for this topic. Arrrgggghhhh cant wait!

March. Hello.

I don't like March.

I don't like it abit.

March, funerals, tax bills, late for work, cab down and still late for work, piling of shoots, trainings. Etc etc. March brings back bad memories.

This year's March has been sweet, so far. So much so to an extent it makes me feel kinda bad not liking March.

Its been awhile....

..since I've blogged. Newstation been really active though. Darn I haven't wrote diary for months seriously. Didn't have time to go home to tab daily stuffs, its always from The Man's house to agency and back to The Man's house.

So this is couple life, huh. =)

So during this while, life goes on. Kimmy got married 2 days ago, I didn't attend cos it was only ROM and she couldn't spare a plus one for me, and me being a bad friend didn't wanted to go alone. Pretty upset when I saw the pics of those who attended. Especially of those I don't think deserve the seats. HMPH. I'm going to be a sore bitch and not talk to the lovely brand new Mrs Zeng cos of this.

Okay move on.

Valentine's day was bad. So bad that I cried before and after. Then on the morning of post-Vday I got sick of myself behaving like a cry baby and decided to grow out of that sobbing. I don't enjoy disappointment, but its stupid to let this one (and the three occasions before that..so thats four in total) ruin his credit accumulated throughout three hundred and sixty days before. And being able to type this out *without tears in my eyes..coughs* shows a nerve has died deep inside. Died well died well.

Okay move on.

Deportment started yesterday, no one really shines out yet but I'm sure one of those lads will impress me in the final class. 've been lazy for a long while, March is on its way, gotta move my butt out of the couch (and tuck that tummy in.....ahem).


The Man has finally left 195 Pearl's Hill Terrace, abrupt move. All for the better.

Work Ethics

I prefer a person with good work ethics but needs more time in training than a smart ass that blabbers all the wrong shit.

Simple things like these.
1) Not discussing your pay in the office ( I don't care if you bitch about it in the pantry. Things like this will definitely upset one of the listeners and trigger sour feelings)

2) Keeping your mouth shut about the sales figures of your company

3) Knowing what are meant for your personal knowledge and what are meant to be laid flat on social media platforms

4) Not wearing a dress or skirt so short we can almost see your panties without you bending down

5) Look presentable. Like come on, this is a model agency, tank top and shorts and slippers? Not unless you're a 34D with stunning legs and perky ass. And that pair of slippers gotta have to have kitten heels at least.

6) Make an effort in orientation. Yes we all know newbies make mistakes but repeating it for the fifth time is not excusable

Decisions

Every step I take, every move I make, every word I say.

Are all decisions I've made. Whether I chose to be irresponsible and curse, whether I chose to be childish and biatch about somebody, whether I've weigh pros and cons enough.

And therefore.
Serve me right for putting on 4 kilos.
I chose to eat like mad cow.

                                                         Bursting of oyster in every bite.

                                                       Thank you for the allowance, HK.

                                                          Its not sunflower. Its siew mai.

                                                                       Tasteless bitch.

 My way of holiday. Comics junk food and good drink. 

                                                     Chicken wings marinated in rose wine.

                                                                     @ Satay King. Nah.

                                                Our reunion dinner. Oyster abalone is a must.

          Yeah my cousin was stunned too. 16 dim sum 2 plates of wok mee/rice. My cousin's a guy btw.

If appetite is a bank account, I'm hitting my credit limit soon.