Making my skinny voice heard...

I've been reading quite a few comments about skinny girls...

JK Rowling implied that we're stupid and those who have curves would say that we're not feminine..

A statement such as " Only dogs go for bones, real men like curves" actually does little to my ego and self image... 

Really, it annoys me, but it does not make me feel like less of a woman... 

Actually it makes me happy to know that the guys who like curves don't like me... They might like curves ONLY and not the rest of you, like your personality...

To be honest, some dogs even make better companions than a superficial partner, my spaniel loves me for who I am and accepts me, bony butt and all...

 Can you with your pretty curves say that about the guys who 'appreciate' you so much?

Also, we are not dumb! I am not an idiot, just because I am skinny...  If you think that we lack intelligence, my goodness, where have you been? My weight does not determine my intelligence, but what I read, who I talk to and what I take from that, does play a role. 

I do not starve, just because I'm skinny doesn't mean I'm hungry all the time... 

I don't live to eat, I eat when I'm hungry and I eat just what I want. So excuse my bony butt for being able to eat junk food, candy and what ever else I feel like eating.

So, just to let you know, I am NOT jealous of your curves, nor do I want them... 

If you're happy, then all is well, but don't break me and every other skinny girl down just because we're 'lacking in intelligence and femininity'... We might actually just surprise you and accept you for who you are, curves and all...

My second last weekend in Hong Kong...

I am out of here in three weeks! 

Yes, I cannot seem to count according to the title, yes it's still correct.

Next weekend I will be going to Manila to do a fashion show for the Red Cross fundraiser...

The typhoons have once again left so many without homes that some action has been taken to raise funds to help those in need...

I'm so excited that the countdown will probably start including hours and minutes, since I am in desperate need of some real sunshine and a good night's sleep. My body seems to be taking the countdown very seriously and I am slowly but surely swapping my days and nights... The first step to suffering from insomnia... Sigh, just three more weeks of suffering with the sleeping problems... 

I don't think that I have ever been this excited to write exams... 

I say hey, what's going on?

I have less than six weeks to go before I get to go home! I'm so excited!
I've also noticed a trend, when I'm in Hong Kong, I neglect my blog...
The city is way too distracting, I think...

So if you're wondering what I've been up to... Here is a quick update.
I did presentations for Chanel, D&G and a show for YSL and I've been going to castings...

I've gotten blisters the size of 10c coins on my heels from shoes and I've once again ruined my head phones. No matter the price, they always end up breaking so I'm considering going el-cheepo, since I replace the expensive ones just as often.
I'm still looking for the bugs that stole my shoes and I've rediscovered my sweet tooth.

I've witnessed the mid-autumn festival, gone to Macau for the day by ferry, which made me once again realize that the ferries are not my favourite mode of transport, since I still go green... I've watched movies and I've been reading a book a day and I've gone through my summaries for my exams which is about 7 weeks away.

I fell in love with Lomography and will be purchasing cameras and film before I leave, since the old school is fashionable.

I've been singing along to David Bowie, and I've gotten the sales ladies in the clothing stores to unpack their stock on Thursday night, because that's how you do shopping around here.

I've also had my 'experiment' where I keep on posting a photo or image instead of just a normal status on FB. It ended up being one big wall of motivation... Now, that might seem kinda cheesy, (Wait it IS cheesy) but it works, I'm happier and well, no one likes someone who constantly sulks.

I haven't taken as much photos as what I would like to, not that I'm any good, but practice does help to develop some skills, so as soon as I get more time, I will give myself a theme for the week and just keep on taking photos. Hopefully I can then get rid of my pent up artistic frustration and get some what pretty photos.

10 years surely does go by quickly...

Today is the 10th anniversary of the horrors of 9/11.

I still remember watching it on the news and I don't think that I really had any idea of what a big impact it had on people's lives, since I was safe and happy on another continent.

When I had the chance to visit ground zero and look at the memorials for the heroes, it became reality. So many people have lost loved ones and so many others sacrificed their lives to save someone else.

There was one hero in particular that touched my heart.
Daisy, a golden retriever, saved her blind owner, his boss and 965 other lives.
She guided people out of the building, until she got injured. Daisy suffered from severe burns on her paws, smoke inhalation and a broken leg. She did survive and was carried out by a firefighter.
She was also given the Medal of Honor of New York City.

Let's remember those who have been affected by the tragedy, those who made big sacrifices for the safety of others and the ones who lost their lives on this day.

Tragedy strikes...

It's a tragic day...
I have somehow lost a pair of shoes...

I cannot figure out how one can misplace a pair of shoes?
I think it was revenge of the super bugs... They stole my shoes...

So I had to replace them... Obviously...

The bug saga...

So, as mentioned before, there was a killer bug on the loose in our apartment.

My roommate and I were staring at this bug for a good 30 minutes, trying to figure out what we're going to do about it... I even decided to blog about it before we take action...

We couldn't go to bed with a murderous mutant in our apartment, it could have killed us in our sleep.

We ended up looking for insect killer, which we didn't have in the apartment. 

Going to the store to buy some was out of the question, since you don't leave a bug that size alone... It might crawl into a hiding place and ambush us.

So we made a plan... A stylish plan...

Spray the sucker with hairspray and then squash it with a shoe... 

Not just any shoe, three inch heels.

After much girly screaming, freaking out, retreating and attacking, we succeeded. 

Hopefully this isn't a common occurrence, I don't want to ruin pretty shoes.

I think it's going to kill us...

There is a gigantic bug in our apartment at the moment..
Gigantic is an understatement, this is a super bug, it's the mother of all bugs... It's the size of a baby elephant...

It's probably a mutant due to some radiation exposure...
Would love to post a picture of it...But I'm not going to risk my life by getting to close to the demon, since it might have developed some super bug  powers that could possibly kill us...

This was fun...

I did a shoot for Alexis Magazine...

the backdrop fell apart and then tore... make it work...

Ah, warm sun...

Turning. spinning and jumping...

So carefree... 

None of these images were digitally enhanced, we went old school and used film...

...and then it hit me...

It's strange how life works.

I'm in two minds about this whole business to be honest.

One the one side I feel that I'm behind on the 'schedule' but on the other, I keep on thinking that I took the road less traveled and I can't compare it to what's going on at home or among people my age, since many of them are definitely not in the same position as me.

It's that time in my life where it's baby and wedding season.

Most of my friends are getting married or expecting children or already have children.

Now, I think this is indirect peer pressure, everyone else is doing the socially acceptable thing and here I am, hopping from one country to the next and I don't even think I have completely found my niche yet. 

How do you even consider where you want to live if you've lived and worked in five different counties?

While everyone's doing their 9 to 5 jobs, I'm standing at immigration wondering how long it's going to take before I will recover from jet lag.

While all my friends are trying to find the perfect wedding dress, I'm trying on wedding dresses for shows thinking that I have walked on the runway in these dresses so many times that the thrill of finding a wedding dress one day might not even be as exciting, since it's part of the job. My friends are planning weddings and I'm making more travel plans.

While everyone else is busy decorating their first homes, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to fit my life into two bags.

When everyone is getting ready to welcome their bundles of joy into the world, I'm preparing for castings, shows and shoots.

Now, after that depressing description...

I'm glad I don't have to sit in an office doing a job that pays the bills, but gives me no satisfaction.

I hate jet lag. No denying that. I hate immigration too come to think of it, but I get to discover new countries, cultures in more depth than most who just go on holiday.

The wedding dress issue, well, get one made... No need to go look. Sorted.

Who needs a house when the world is a playground of possibility?
Home is where the heart is.

I'm glad I chose the route less traveled, it makes me appreciate the small things and the wonderful people in my life even more..

I'm chasing my dreams and I'm living my life fully. I'm not saying that those who are settling aren't living, that's just not what my life is about right now...

Forget about hugging trees, I want to hug a Panda instead...

I finally got to see a panda.

Pandas are cool.

Black, white and Asian... They have no issues with racism... 

I did the tourist thing and went to Ocean Park. 

The dolphin performances were fantastic, the lines waiting for the rides, not so much.

I also took one step to overcoming my fear of heights, by going on the cable cars... 

A day well spent...

I know I'm quiet...

I'm busy with a little experiment...
It's mainly because I am bored and... Studying isn't up filling the time I have to think up random nonsense...

Fun, fun, fun!

It's Friday!!

The weekend is finally upon us...

And here is a song to celebrate the weekend...

Just a note, this song makes Justin Bieber sound manly... 

Finally got the images...

I did this shoot during my previous trip to Hong Kong.
It was ffffreeeeeeezing on the day that we did the outdoor shots, but it was worth it I think.
Also, I was lucky enough to have J around to keep me warm.

Panasonic advert

Once again, there are many of me...

Pretty awesome! 

If this offends you, good. Maybe you would stop shoving that rubbish down your throat.

Lately on my news feed on Facebook (interesting how it always starts there) I've seen a lot of adverts for diet pills. Lose weight, without exercise and all that rubbish... It has also become apparent that some people have the  urge to share their weight loss secrets with all their friends on FB. I really hope that the person who is doing it reads this, YOU ARE NOT PROMOTING A HEALTHY LIFESTYLE AND YOU SHOULD SERIOUSLY RECONSIDER INFORMING EVERYONE ABOUT YOUR DIET PILLS USAGE, YOU MIGHT JUST BE THE REASON WHY ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS END UP SUFFERING FROM SEVERE HEALTH PROBLEMS, SINCE THAT BRAND OF DIET PILLS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO HAVE HIGHER THAN FDA APPROVED QUANTITIES OF CONTROLLED SUBSTANCES THAT HAVE SEVERE SIDE EFFECTS. IT'S A WONDER THAT YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HOSPITALIZED YET!!!

Glad to have gotten that off my chest, its been bothering me for about a month.

Here is my question. If you can even think that taking and paying for a combination of substances that are in MOST cases harmful, not FDA approved that can result in DEATH, (yes, it can!) why can't you schedule an appointment with a dietitian and get a proper eating plan that is specifically formulated for you? It also annoys me when people are willing to pay so much per month for diet pills when it will cost them the SAME amount of money to go to a dietitian... And an extra bonus, if you follow a healthy eating plan, you will indeed not end up in the emergency room severely dehydrated and malnourished. 

I've read comments that some girls write about the effects that the diet pills had on them. One girl mentioned that on the first day of use she was so weak that she could not open her eyes. She was then clever enough to take it again on the second day and just mentioned that she was still weak and very dizzy. Now apparently diet pills have effects on cognitive abilities as well... Where is it ever okay to take a substance that makes you THAT ill??

Diet pills cannot give you the daily vitamins and minerals that your body requires. Good bye shiny hair and strong nails. If you can tell me that diet pills make you lose a whopping 4 kg in a week, I'm telling you now, it has a diuretic effect and you just lost water, not fat... Why not get yourself a nice pet, like a tapeworm? You will feel ill, have some health problems in the long run and lose weight. What's the difference?

Some people might question my motives here, I am in an industry that can be blamed for all these obsessive and drastic measures. Okay, so let's look at the industry. Yes the girls are skinny, SOME do have eating disorders and turn to diet pills and crash diets... 

But...(Yes, there is a but) The models who earn the most money are... The Victoria's Secret Angels.  Those girls are NOT super skinny. They have curves! (Except for Chanel Iman, she's a stick but every group has an outlier). They work out with trainers and eat healthy meals. So the next time you want to blame the industry for your urge to take diet pills, go look at the VS models first and then decide if you still have a valid point.

 Back to the point, if you lose weight quickly, you can gain it again just as easily. 

If you restrict your calorie intake and barely eat, the only thing you're doing is slowing down your metabolism, so you might be losing pounds this week, but when you eat normally, you will just gain it all again. 

 The best thing you can do is to go to a dietitian... You get to eat three HUGE meals and snack and still lose weight. It might not have immediate effects, but then again, nothing else in life is instant (except for bad coffee and dodgy noodles) so why even think that weight loss should be?

Nothing new, nothing to declare, this is just to prove that I'm still alive.

I'm suffering from a boring life with no current interesting blogging material...
There just isn't anything interesting going on right now...

I did a Show for Dior. That was amazing.
Most of the time I have been behind the books studying (Yes, I enrolled for a course)
It's actually quite tough to sit down and study again after taking a break. (Modeling gives you ADD  not proven yet, but it is a valid statement)
It's also adding a bit to my stress levels, but nothing drastic...

Sigh, I leave for Hong Kong in a week and that is why there are no interesting news...
Maybe I will go to the zoo...

Love me, love me, love me...

I've been wondering about this?
Is your love classified as undying if you announce it over Facebook?

Well if that's the case, J and I are royally screwed.
I rarely even bother to write on his wall or to dedicate a status to him, since he's not a FB addict like me...
It's not because I don't love him, I just hate it when people write crap like: "I love you so much your the light in my life blah, bah, blah..." 
And I'm sure of it that I'm not the only one who dislikes this. (Don't you wish Facebook had that dislike button then)

The best part is that the person who it's dedicated to changes more than what I change outfits during fashion week. The one becomes many...everyone... and then it's just all weird. Love seems to be fickle...

 If you've been in a relationship for a while, or it's going to last longer than a week, it's okay to get soppy sometimes. (Just don't gross me out)

Personally I think that it's such a trivial thing to do, that it seems like a waste of some good Facebook stalking time... Wait, what?

PS. If you love someone, be old school and send them a card or flowers.
You will be appreciated so much more.
We'll see the uploaded images on Facebook anyway.

There's no set route to any destination from now on...

The area where I live has got quite a few model apartments and some of the men in the area have figured it out.

It's really creepy when someone tells you this : "Excuse me, I'm not bothering you and I don't mean offense, but I saw you on the train three stops ago and I followed you. Can I get your number? Oh, and how tall are you, you look like a model?"

Following me is definitely the best way to get a strategically placed kick  way to my heart.
I don't really know how this was suppose to knock me off my feet, unless he had chloroform on him.
(We all know that dodgy stalkers have ample supply of chloroform on them when they follow tall girls)

I was really rude to the guy and now I want to make up for it.

This song is for you, mister creepy stalker dude, I hope you like this and that possible restraining order!

Lost and found??

Sometimes I wonder how unique we really are.

I'm unique... Just like everyone else and we apparently don't have it.

Everyone is also out to find their unique selves.

In order to find something, I'm guessing you didn't have it, or you lost it?

How can you lose yourself?  Can anyone explain that to me?

You either do something or you don't. You say yes or no.

You can choose to agree or disagree?

So if you know that you have all these options and choices and every choice leads to another place in life... How can you lose yourself? Unless you lose yourself in the music, I'm not falling for it.

Does being lost refer to changing?

Because that would make more sense...

I prefer to agree with George Bernard Shaw...

Makes this whole finding business so much easier. 

In other words, you've always had yourself, you just need to shape, mold, and... Create.

Creativity is the essence of life... 

So go ahead, color your life... 

Panasonic pappa!!!

I am super excited for tomorrow...

After a rather devastating casting, I got the job for a Panasonic camera advert. 

The casting was devastating, because I had to pose with a camera and show expressions.

Not difficult to do, when you have a couple of minutes to think about it, but when someone shoves a camera in your hands and says, "show different expressions" it's not that easy.

I'm also wondering why everyone keeps on asking me if I am mixed. I feel like an alcoholic beverage... (Mixed and volatile like a cocktail?)

I think it could possibly be that I am from Africa and on the pale side... It seems confusing I guess. 

Back to that Panasonic advert. Maybe a free product added to the deal would be a good idea... I will promote it with every single snap...

I love the number 3...

While trying to get through some work, (I was 'clever' enough to enroll for classes) I ended up finding 3rd rock from the sun on youtube.

I absolutely love the series.

Harry :"Uh, Dick. I can't see through my eyelids."
Sally: "Open them"
Harry: "Ooooh, their manual."

Here's a clip of season one, episode one...

Sleep Nazi meets Confucius...

Aargh, I live with a sleep Nazi...
Now if you're wondering what a sleep Nazi is, let me give you my very accurate definition...

A sleep Nazi is someone who just cannot resist to wake you up and keep you awake by doing annoying things... or, pain in the ass...


This morning at 4:50 AM, I was rudely woken by a Skype conversation and dance music...
So after falling asleep at 1:30 AM, I can surely say that I was a bit upset and not too friendly.

Since it's Friday I thought I would take an afternoon nap (best part of not working set hours)
To my surprise, the sleep nazi woke me up again...

Curse the sleep nazi...



Here's a photo of me and Confuscius... Since coherent writing is out the window due to lack of sleep...

It's me and Confucius... Leaning statue of Confucius???

Many Mea's...

This happens when I'm sleep deprived and have a 5AM call time...

Malaysia in a nutshell...

So I've been in Malaysia for a couple of days now... Not doing much and relaxing most of the time...

Food!!

Pimp your kite?

All the glowing kites. Makes me want one for some serious UFO sightings in NYC.

The mall from a distance

Night market

More night market

Oh, surprise!!!

I'm in Malaysia.
Thank you for surprising me with this one!

Singapore obviously doesn't like me as much as what I like them, they refused to extend my visa... Thanks immigration, you guys rock!

Now I get to spend 5 days in Malaysia and just relax...
Wonderful! Best of all, the journey only took around 1 hour maximum...

Time to chill!

I still believe in miracles...

There's an airline that actually doesn't charge me for flight changes, I never wait long to talk to their call center and they're actually nice to an economy flight passenger...
Miracles do happen...

So, I've had problems with Cathay Pacific an airline I won't mention. I've wasted about a day waiting for someone at their call center to assist me in changing a flight and then they charge me for it, since apparently I'm not good enough (economy) or paid enough (economy) to change it for free. It must be really hard work changing and verifying details.

So my one flight is with them and the other flight is with Singapore Airlines...
How brilliant, they make me feel so special, I can change flights for free, they were super polite and friendly...

Now they just need to pay me endorsement fees or allow me to fly for free, since I'm promoting them and all...
(*Brainwave* Cathay Pacific should let me fly for free, from all the emotional trauma, inconvenience and damage to my cash flow that they have caused.)

Happy, happy!

I drew myself a cupcake for my 24th 18th birthday tomorrow, because I'm definitely not going to bake... 

A comatose weekend...

I was comatose for most of the weekend...
Who knew that listening to an audio book is the cure to Insomnia?

It was the best free weekend ever, except for the fact that I didn't eat any candy, ice cream or chocolate or have a movie marathon or finish The Count of Monte Cristo. (It drags and I keep on thinking how much cooler the movie is and I always prefer the book to the movie)

I didn't do anything productive actually... Perfect lazy weekend...
Unfortunately it's goodbye to the weekend and a full day of work tomorrow.

Seems that I cannot update my blog while listening to an audio book, what an ADHD post...
Oh, look sparkles!

Finally...

It's the weekend and I am going to do NOTHING!
I cannot wait to lounge around in my pj's watch movies and eat a tub of ice cream

Looks like a good weekend to me...

Queen for a day...

Yes, I was queen for a day..
Finally someone acknowledges that I should be treated like royalty.

I did a shoot that had an Alice in Wonderland theme. Crank up the hallucinogenics... (Maybe that's why I was called Queen by everyone)
I was the queen of hearts and  a tiara and a rabbit slave... Bonus...

For some reason I kept singing this song...

Brilliant song...

That's it... I'm too young to be a mother to 18 year old models...I'm outta here...

I feel like a mommy... I'm wiping tears, making sure everyone's okay, sorting out problems and fixing things... None of these things entertain me much, but it keeps the peace, something that I am a big fan of.

Today has been a bad day, we're having problems with our electricity.

There is an appliance (cough, kettle that seems to be filled to the brim not to the little line that shows the maximum amount of water, cough) that makes the power short circuit.

I will have to give some motherly advice on how to use the kitchen appliances it seems.

The first time it happened everyone tried to switch the lights on and off the whole time... 

I don't understand why anyone would continuously do this. Keep it switched on and then if you see the light... Never mind, tried to explain it and I still heard switches click.

After a while, watching them freak out got boring and I just looked for the switch board and like magic, we had electricity... In my free time time I am now not only a "mom", but also a miracle worker.

This is all really exhausting work since they're all several years just a few months younger than me.

I am unavailable to all requests, tears and everything else.

Now it's just me and my headphones.

Lines and colors...

Where do you draw the line between being kind and being taken advantage of?

Personally, I don't like being taken advantage of and I'm sure no one else does either.
Acts of kindness are suppose to make us feel good.
I don't feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. I just feel used.

its a terrible feeling, I don't want to do anything sweet, kind or caring at the moment.


I am lenient and I can cope with a lot, but for now, this is what awaits you when you cross the line...

Enough of that...


This is what I got up to this morning...

Pretty awesome I think... 

I went for a walk...

And decided to take some photos, but I ended up finding refuge in a mall...

Are you gaga for GAGA?

Lady Gaga isn't inspired by fashion, she inspires fashion...

Everyone seems to be completely obsessed with lady Gaga...

I am not the biggest fan, but I don't hate her either...

I don't listen to her music by choice, but it's catchy and causes controversy and its constantly blaring in the background... There's no escape from the wonders of Gaga.

One thing that I do admire about her, is that she's so focused.

Think about it...

 How often do you see photos of her without her crazy hairstyles, elaborate clothing or ridiculous shoes...

I also had the chance to be a button head... I had a show that was a tribute to Lady Gaga.

Let's face it, in Singapore, everyone is Gaga for lady Gaga...

Some people feel relieved when they take their shoes or pants off when they get home.... I feel relieved when I take my fake eyelashes off....

I just got back from a day of shows...
Sounds like lots of work, actually it was two shows and they were far apart.... But that's not the issue, I left home at 7AM and got back after 11PM...

The first thing I did was to get rid of the fake eyelashes...Those things scratch your lids in the worst way... Instant relief. Same feeling as taking your pants off wait, what?
For the first time today, my eyes are fully open, those lashes get heavy!

The shows today were for a very interesting client...
It was for an Islamic fashion tour.

I was covered from head to toe. (no lies)
The only parts that were visible were my face and hands.
Respect to every woman who covers herself like that on a daily basis.
I wouldn't be able to cover, pin and survive in the heat.

Now I can officially say that I know what it feels like to be a modest and chaste woman. Ha!

Fluffy kitties, puppies, mittens, strudel... Screw that, I'm still scared...

Ha! The sound of Music route isn't working very well.

I am not the world's biggest fan of thunderstorms, especially when I have to walk to get to a bus/train..

Seriously, that piece of metal covered in fabric also known as an umbrella, does NOT seem like a safe thing to hold when walking in a storm, especially when you're 6 feet tall. 

It feels like tempting fate.

Three lost souls in the storm. God speed

It's wonderful to be in a country with such high lightning activity...

I think my room mates have gotten use to the humming and finding me in fetal position in the corner unable to move.

Strudel would be good now though...

Noooo! I'm not aging!!!

Aargh!

I'm starting to get panic attacks!

My birthday is less than a month away and instead of being excited, I just feel old...

Curse the modeling industry for feelings of premature aging...

Hot, spotted and bothered...

On the tropic side of the world, I seem to look like the more endangered species called the red, spotted tourist. * Waving sarcasm sign wildly*

Okay, so I don't have sunburn that's  too obvious, but I can surely feel the burn.

All because I decided to be conceited and used skin care products that's suppose to make skin look youthful and healthy... Missed the minute warning that says: "this product may make skin more sensitive to sun exposure"

Let's think about this. If you want your skin to look younger, making it more sensitive to SUN is not the best option... Idiotic product... 

So I have slight sunburn.

Also, I am covered in mosquito bites. I think I might just die from Dengue fever... The chances of not being bitten by a mosquito that's not carrying the virus is really slim when I look at all these bites.

Otherwise I have chicken pox. For the third time. 

Or will it be shingles by now? 

Judas down the isle...

I did yet another wedding show today. but with one difference.
The music choice for the show was really interesting.

Now usually the music is nauseatingly sweet, pretty and innocent to place emphasis on the fact that it's a wedding dress show...

For this show, the song choices included some crap song by Cher, How great Thou art which was followed by Lady Gaga's Judas..
Just imagine girls in huge white dresses walking to Judas...
Not that I think Lady Gaga emphasizes innocence... What a contrast...

And just for fun, here's the song...

It's pink, therefore I want it.

I saw a pink vespa today and I want it.
It proves that if they make things in pink, girls like me that haven't outgrown the barbie phase, will buy it. Curse people who figured out that hello kitty and pink make suckers out of us pink loving good natured people.

Most of my gadgets are pink. I think it's a protection mechanism. If it's pink it doesn't get stolen as quickly and no one wants to borrow it since it's an indication of all things feminine. (that does include men who wear pink shirts, it just looks wrong to me)

To be honest. I just like pink. Pink makes me happy.

Be careful what you wish for. It might just bite you in the butt in the end

A few weeks ago my Booker in Manila asked me what I expect. My cheeky answer was to be so busy that I don't get time to sleep.
Ha! Now I regret saying it. (not really, I just need sleep)

I love being busy, don't get me wrong, but I don't like the fact that I'm not sleeping.
It's been a long month and I must look like death, because everyone is asking if I'm okay...

I can't really complain I guess, it's what I asked for...
Next time I will ask for a wardrobe filled with Louis Vuitton clothing and accessories...

Off to the airport again... well almost... Okay not close to leaving yet...

I just thought I should mention that I am going to the airport today.
I'm not really in the mood. I hate airports... except for the airport in Singapore, where I'm going to anyways.
 Bonus...

Once again I have insomnia, so I decided to share some music...

Okay, so I'm awake after 3am and I'm bored... So enjoy the music...

Healthy paranoia, Facebook is stupid and from now on I will lie...

So Facebook dropped the ball... Again...
I have a block list, like every other paranoid person, I'm not shy to admit it.
I have a need to try to keep myself safe. (that's why it's healthy paranoia see?)

One person with sheer devil power sneaked through the cracks and somehow got hold of me on Facebook. So much for not being able to find me.

If blocking doesn't work then I guess not allowing them to see anything on your profile is another good option... Right, now to get the settings to cooperate. Why can people still view my photos after I have selected them as the exception to viewing them...

Now, that isn't working either... Now I will just have to lie about everything?
right... This is a mess.
Thank you Facebook as always...

I feel cheated... What happened to the zombies?

So apparently the world is going to end soon... I mean tomorrow...
So where are my zombies that I was suppose to fight off while eating m&m's? I really do feel cheated... I was getting all excited about the zombie apocalypse.

So what will happen?  What will lead to the end of our civilization?

Here are my options and personal favorites.

1. We get attacked by zombies and I can fight them off while eating m&m's 
2. The sun is going to explode
3. The planets are going to collide
4. The stars are aligned in just the right way to open a vortex of doom
5. A huge meteor collides with the earth
6. Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus get married and have children.

Okay, so it won't happen in the next 24 hours... Maybe in 9 months from now...

The vortex discovered...

Every house has one...
It's the place where tv remotes, change, cellphone chargers, keys, left socks and in this case, passports go to...

We had a problem with a vortex during our trip to the Philippines... Many things have gone missing, but when a passport disappeared, all hell broke loose.

My fellow NY models have already left for the States, but I'm in Manila for another week.
Since it's just me, I decided that it's time to do some uninterrupted cleaning, to my surprise, I discovered a fraction of the vortex...
I found the missing passport!

(It's not my passport by the way, that's not the reason why my stay in Manila extended)

Motto of the story, don't let the vortex get hold of your valuables...

Another season, another reason to come back...

The Philippine fashion week is done...
It was probably my busiest season here, since I did a whopping 14 shows...

It was murderous on the mind and body.. I have blisters on my toes and heels from all the fabulous shoes and I don't think my face will be able to cope with another layer of make up this week... I'm actually dreading removing all my make up now..
Also, those who think that modeling is easy, I've been working from 7am up till 11:30PM for most of the week. It involved rehearsals, shows, hair and make up and some running...

It was exhausting and I'm probably going to have product residue in my hair for another week, but...
It was worth every single second!

Stunning designs from wonderful designers and fantastic shows in general make me want to come back for another season of madness...

Fashion is an addiction and the bug most definitely bit me...

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Uh, where's the railing? Why is it taped with duct tape???

I have a little fear..

Heights seem to be a problem for me.
I battle to stand on a chair.

Today I had to do a runway rehearsal while they were still busy building the ramp.

Its ridiculously high and the stairs didn't have railings yet..
I completely froze. How am I suppose to get down those stairs when there's no form of safety?!

After a while railings were added thankfully, but they're taped together.. Talk about a sense of false security..

Plummeting to my death backstage is not a glamorous way to die...

Curse duct tape and temporary runways!!
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Internet is just another word for unreliable..

I've been going without internet for the past three days...

It just won't seem to work at all!!!
The gods of internet have decided that I'm not worthy enough to access my blog...

I've been updating it via my BB which ultimately sucks..

Internet is like crack.. Once you've used it, you're hooked and when it's become a source of entertainment, you're royally screwed without it.

I have serious withdrawals. I cannot watch any videos on youtube and I cannot pursue my goal of being a facebook stalker...

Curse the internet and all its false forms of distraction!!

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Whaaaat?! I was suppose to be where how many hours ago???

Okay, so I have a bit of a problem when it comes to time management.
I like being on time.
It makes me happy to know that I'm punctual.
It works for me and it keeps my stress levels down. I'm obsessive about being on time actually
Today I thought my calltime was 3PM...
Schedule change without telling me explicitly that there is a CHANGE in time that I need to take note of... And who sends a notification at 12AM to tell me about this? Everyone knows I'm a zombie after 11PM and that I'm purely functioning on grace and mercy...
So, I was suppose to be at my rehearsal at 10AM. Oops!
Curse schedule changes and comfy mornings and lack of caffeine...
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Shoes are from the devil!!

My feet have died a cruel and painful death...
I had to wear shoes that were a size and a half too small.
I actually don't know how I got my fit into the first place anyway..

I think my love for shoes has faded a bit.
Painful, beautiful creations of the devil!!

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Curse the gods of sleep and fashion!!!

So the gods of sleep and fashion aren't very happy with me right now..
they have conspired against me.

I had the worst nightmare... I woke up before 6am after falling asleep in the early morning hours...
Why, oh why would I dream about missing all my shows?!
It's probably because I was all OCD about my schedule, highlighting and rewriting everything to make sure I don't miss out on a show..

Curse you conspiring gods! Let me get some sleep before sleep deprivation robs me of the last bit of sanity, logic and cognitive skills that I'm gonna lose three days into fashion week!!
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the day I fell in love with Louis Vuitton...

I mentioned a while ago that I fell in love with Louis vuitton...
This is why...