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.

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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