Thursday, September 27, 2012

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.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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.