July please be kind

There's a crooked lamppost.

It's on the way home and no matter how lost in thought I am or how engrossed I am in something, whenever I drive by it I have premonitions of it falling down and crushing me. It hits me like a flashback, pretty badass way to go too. I digress.

Look ma! I'm in the papers! Only photo of the show that day, pity because the hair and makeup was really nice. =/

I hate how my schedule is going. June was so dry, barely got any jobs, had two shows scheduled for the end of this June but had them rescheduled to July and July... July is frickin' packed. 1st, 4th, 5th, 9th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 25th, 27th, 28th. Plenty more, definitely plenty more only I haven't bothered to write it down.

After awhile I forget who is who hiring me and how much I'm supposed to get and from who. Then I get a big paycheck and I don't really care anyway. =/ I used to jot it all down in my notebook but my bag is giving me back problems and I'm so sick of lugging everything around. Upturn my bag and you'd find:

1. Spare slippers in a zip case
2. Scarf
3. Earphones/thumb drive/charger in a baggie
4. Phone
5. Camera
6. Spare tank (For them surprise castings)
7. First aid baggie
8. Aforementioned notebook
9. Makeup bag
10. Wet wipes (For the cyber cafe's)
11. Wallet 12. Sunnies
13. "Lolita" the novel
14. iPad

Probably adds up to 3-4kgs. I try to forgo most of it but sometimes you never know what comes up. I keep my working bag in the back of the car, all my shoes and tubes and other necessities to run off at a moment's notice.

Lord knows I hate doing this.

Like this page, then like this photo and this photo.

Told myself I wouldn't get into a voting competition after Mirrors but here I am. In the same position all over again. Help spare me a vote? There are two pictures and you have to like both of them.

PS: Grand finale is on the 15th, big runway, fancy swanky event at the Concorde ballroom that you need tickets to get in too. I don't care much for the votes, only I really don't fancy having the least votes. :{

Waldeinsamkeit

[Edit: Took the captions out because my OCD tendencies don't allow it]

I've been spending too much time at home.

Its getting me restless. I walk around sitting in various rooms, I stopped watching the TV ages ago. Best I can do is get barefoot and lie on the flat roof in the evenings soaking up the sun, I've even lost all motivation to run.

Running around the garden with a camera

Was trying to snap a photo of a humming bird, its there among the leaves. You've just got to squint a lil bit.

Semester 3 is over and done with and it's terrifying sometimes how everything is moving so fast and I've yet to set a direction in which I'm going. Like a person leaping off the 11th floor and only having 4 seconds to decide whether to land on the pavement or the road.

I've been actively sending out the resumes, taking steps in which I believe will benefit me in the long run whether I like it or not. Here's the thing about not having parents who control your life (Even if they try to and you act irregardless. =X) you don't get to blame anything on anyone but yourself.

I've been waiting on phone call after phone call, getting letdown after letdown. Its not funny anymore. They say to be resilient but resilience only takes you so far where you actually have to achieve something eventually. Right?

People keep asking me whether I'm waiting on a phone call from a boy, and you'd think it was judging from the way I act around phones lately. I've no time for boys but even I wish it was a boy I was waiting on, because its very easy to get back at an individual for making you wait but how do you unleash revenge on a corporation for crushing your aspirations? (I kid.) I'm serious.

Currently reading; think its supposed to be poetic but it just comes off as overly sappy for me. Not to mention the fact he's boinking a twelve year old. =/

“My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.”
- Humbert Humbert of aforementioned novel

PS: Its very nice to watch your holiday plans crumble before you into a frenzy of mamak sessions and sitting on walls chucking beer cans at each other.

Roadtrip

Just some photos from a trip we had down to JB for a runway show.

There were six of us altogether me, Reiko, Cherry, Gwen, Manda and Tracy. They had a van with a driver to bring us down, slept for the good first part of it, spent the rest telling ghost stories and boyfriend stories. Good times, earphones in, The Fratellis, Crystal Castle and Darwin Deez on full blast, the junk food, the company.

Because models need their damn sunglasses...



New Paul Frank earphones from dad. :)



Sans makeup. I look barely twelve sans makeup, if I wasn't so tall I'd get away with a lot of things. =/

The semester is over marking the start of many boring days. I haven't been booking many shows either, its not a very busy period for me. I've been paying off my sleep debt big time. From 2am to 12noon then 3pm till 8pm. That's 15/24 hours a day spent sleeping.

The rest of the time I'm moping about the house, playing all sorts of emo nonsense on the piano, trying to sew a skirt I can't afford from MNG- which is turning out pretty nicely though, or writing nonsense. I've made about 15 half-assed attempts at blogging so far. Everytime I write something I backtrack and delete it, its all become very self-indulgent. I wouldn't have mind earlier but I've suddenly developed a distaste for self-indulgent people. (So says the hypocrite writing a blog.)

I wanted to write a book post about The Lovely Bones, which I have read and enjoyed way better than the movie. The movie made me uncomfortable, the book- emotionally draining. All three nights I sat up reading the book I cried myself to sleep. I'm not a crying myself to sleep kind of person either but the book is very thought evoking. You're sitting there wondering "What if those are my parents?" and the tears just kick in. I wish I haven't returned the book to Natasha just yet.

Ze dog before haircut. Brought her to the groomers and the groomer went: "WHY HELLO THAR ANGEL!"
"No. Not Angel." -.-

"What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."
-J.D Salinger, Catcher in the Rye

PS: There ya go, a full fledged post of nonsense.

Plastic Bag

My final assignment!

You should know the turmoil happening behind the production of it all. I was all over the place, took one week and a half to get all my shots and the other few days for editing. But I've had a lot of help, which I am endlessly grateful for.

I really didn't want to narrate it myself, but it was in the rules. Owell.

PS: Both soundtracks are by Raised by Swans, Unrequited and Violet Light.

Pretentious Hipster

Freedom is so near I can almost taste it.

I actually blogged yesterday, clicked publish, had second thoughts about what I had to say and deleted the post. Retaliating is so not classy, you live your wannabe-gossip-girl life if you want to. I'm perfectly fine where I am. Don't take life too seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway.

Ber-Maclabbing it.



Spider Rig!

I've been reaching home at 2am consistently for the past week, I feel damn guilty whenever the guard has to come down and open the gates for me. I've been at the library till late, then editing my vids somewhere when they eventually kick me out. I think I'm happy with my film, not because its good but its the first time I've received a lot of help with it. :) I've had the boys helping out with camera equipment, voice overs and editing. I'll have it all wrapped up by Friday.

Meanwhile. Enjoy.

Darwin Deez- Radar Detector

"You and I go shopping and find exactly what we're looking for"

PS: Can't wait to head down to JB this weekend for a runway show with the girls. I need to get away.