O hail Shanghai Tang

It's no secret that I like Shanghai, with its colonial architecture, self-absorbed haughtiness and larger than life people. The way the city is evolving never fails to fascinate me, and I find myself looking forward to visit the place every time.

But I'd be the first to scrunch my face when it comes to chinese inspired clothings, or outfits with "a touch of the orient". Mandarin collars, silk screen fans and butterfly embroidery are not something that you'd see on a fashionista. When you see someone wearing a silk blouse with chinese buttons, the person either works at a hotels, a Chinese restuarant, or he stole the ensemble from the Chinatown masseuse.

But the latest ad-campaign from Shanghai Tang - the unlikeliest of brands, took my breath away.

This season, Shanghai Tang place presents a contemporary collection with accents, embellishments and colours from the Miao culture. The Miao people are an ethnic minority living in the hills around south China.

Juxtaposing antiquity and modernity, the intricacy of Miao elements dovetails beautifully with clean fluid lines to create visuals that redefines Chinese beauty.

The placement of sleek models against the majestic mountains is both romantic and bold; and the use of jade on navy star embellished silk blouse is just crazy beautiful.

Gone are the days when the notion of Chinese beauty is identifiable only by the iconic red lips and thigh high slits. O hail!

Discounted Spinelli's Coffee

Spy with your little eye and see if you can spot me in one of Spinelli Coffee's promotional collaterals.

Successful spotters who can gobble up that in-store promotion card up can stand to get a discount on their Coffee.

PS: I am joking, just in case there are humourless and socially unaware people who actually gobble it up.

Don't okay!

A Quintessentially Singaporean Halloween

When I was growing up, Halloween was the kind of stuff that only existed in Enid Blyton story books and American TV shows. There was no dressing up as ghouls and the undead, and Singaporean kids did not go trick or treating. The only time that anyone would look like a goblin was if they were ugly, short, round and insisted on wearing green stockings.

But when it became legal for me to drink and enter clubs, Halloween morphed into a phenomenal costume party where men could make an appearance as Hooter girls with squeezable 38E boobs, and whales could go into town wearing, fishnet stockings low-cut corsets and micro mini skirts, without being tossed back into the zoo.

The scene at Butter Factory was riotous, not to mention hilarious, when my friends and I arrived at 12mn.

I was guilty of not dressing up in a theme because T refused to come as a toothfairy in pink tutu that showed his hairy legs and Cyn refused to turn up in public without her fake eyelashes that got lost somewhere in Malaysia.

And while I told everyone that I would be going as Lady Gaga, I had trouble finding a matching black granny underpants that matched my black corset - for some strange reason, they only sold those in granny beige. Plus the only silver wig that I found was from Toys'R'us that kept popping up on my head.

I was getting a lot of, "Hey why are you not dressed up!"

Me: "Yes, can't you tell, I'm actually a man in disguise?"

Here are some of the really cool (and funny) ones that I managed to capture before alcohol made everything so funny that all my pictures were a blur.

The Emperor whom I mistook for a Eunuch.

The girl with the missile boobs

Penthouse cover girl!

The O'Darling tissue with issues

There was also a pair of dudes who came as Emily Howard and Florence from Little Britain. Decked in Victorian laces, petticoats and parasols, they spoke in Little Britain-esque voice, and behaved just like any 2 ladies going about their normal "ladylike business", downing "lady drinks" and saying "But I'm a lady...I do lady things".


At one point, after being plied with copious amount of alcohol, I started prancing on the row of couches in FASH's VIP area, pretending to be Lady Gaga, totally disregarding the beat of the song that was being played. A waitress from Butter tried to coax me to come down before I told her this:

"Haahahaha...don't bluff. You pretend to work for Butter by wearing the Butter Factory Uniform, don't think I cannot tell."

Clearly she wasn't too amused.

In Singapore, instead of candied apples and carved pumpkins, we have lots of alcohol and drunk vampires; instead of girls dressing up as fairies and tinkerbells, we have men dressing up as centerfold girls or cleavage baring witches with garter belts.

Nobody really knows what Halloween is, or what it is about, as long as you get to laugh at people, be laughed at, have lots of fun, drink lots of alcohol and have a hangover the next morning. When Halloween comes to Singapore, it turns into a circus for adults to dress up in silly costumes, act stupid and get away with it.

My Vampire Chronicles

I've always been intrigued by the charismatic and sophistication of Vampires portrayed in modern fiction (the disgusting ones in Buffy are an exception). But as a general rule of thumb, most vampires that I've came across are mysterious, sensual and powerful blood suckers that have held my fascination for as long as my memory went.

Some friends and I have been musing upon the idea of dressing up as vampires, when we finally got down to it last Saturday.

Contrary to what one might think, there was no cheesy plastic fangs and messy bovine blood trailing off anyone's neck. Through the clever use lighting, some expert styling and Underworld-inspired costume: full thigh-high boots, corsets that suck your breath out and flasher leather coats, the shoot was laid out to depict a vampire's surreal existence, stylized solitude and animalistic sensuality.

We focused on 2 key ingredients that makes up a vampire:

1) Haunting eyes.

Although I might have fall slightly short of achieving that, but the idea is that the typical Isabelle "cow" face doesn't show.

2) Sleek but deadly poise of a vampire

And of course not forgetting the disputes stemmed from their territoriality.

Review on Everyday Minerals

After about 3 months of experimenting with Everyday Minerals (EM), I thought that it's about time that I wrote a review on it. In particular, their Mineral Foundations that are so highly raved.



The reason why I took so long to do this review, was because I had mixed feelings for EM's foundation and face powder.


Me (person on the right) using:
-EM's Foundation Beige-Fairly-Light, in Semi-Matte formula.
-EM's Blush, Pink Ribbon (very glowy light pink. more to light up your face, than for contouring)

The story:
After I started working, I found that L'oreal Liquid foundation proved to be too much of a hassle to apply in the morning. and switched to a powder foundation - something with a higher coverage and oil control properties. The switch proved to be lethal as my previously flawless skin started breaking out in painful, pus-covered welts and pimples (M.A.C studio fix I'm glaring at you again!). In a bid to find some cosmetics to restore the glorious past of my skin, I turned to Mineral Makeup with recommendations from Jessica. After trying out a couple of brands, I've decided that I like the EM's staying power, coverage, texture and colour-match the best, amongst the few Mineral Makeup brands that I've tried.

The EM foundation formulaes that I've tried, in order of my preference are Matte, Semi-Matte and Intensive

Matte My favourite formula. Clean, and silky & smooth finishing with minimal shine, so it looks like a more refined version of your natural skin, with minimal (but visible) glow.
I actually thought that this was one formula that I'd never try, because it sounded boring, dry and best for vampirish ah lians whose skin will crumble into ash and soot the moment daylight hits it. But this formula, IMO is perfect for Singapore's hot, humid weather where almost everyone has combi-oily skin. Just dust a light layer of Lavender Concealer as primer prior to the foundation, and voila, and you are on your way to look like you're born with naturally beautiful skin.

Semi-Matte A close runner up to the Matte formula on my fav list. This is the stuff that you'd want to go for, if you are into that dewy-skin-bursting-with-moisture-and-supple-ness kind of look. As the name suggests, it gives more glow to your skin than the matte formula. It was the perfect formula to use in drier climates, like when I was travelling in Japan.
However, this formula provided the least coverage and is the least lasting, amongst the 3. Personally, I find that my face gets a bit too shiny after a while in Singapore's climate. AGAIN, it's the fault of the tropics.

Intensive My least favourite formula. Oxidizes the most on my skin, to the point that everyone asked me if I had a tan at Communicasia this year, despite being on whitening pills. Though it was supposed to provide a more thorough coverage as compared to the others, it gets streaky the moment I sweat or my facial oils break through. Basically, it gets a little streaky at the end of the day no matte what. And my face always feels a little oilier than it usually does. Worse of all, it gives me those tiny bumps that looks like pimples, but goes away after a few hours of not wearing that foundation.
Me no like any sort of bumps on my face, be it pimple, allergy or boils.

The Good:
For one, I loved the idea of putting on foundations with built-in sunblock properties and that is Super-soft, silky, and, best of all, good for your skin. It was definitely more finely-milled than all the other brands of Mineral Foundations that I've tried (Lumiere, and MAD Minerals), and provides a MUCH more natural coverage than the REvlon and Loreal Mineralized Foundations that you get from the Drugstores in Singapore. Digressing, Mineralize Foundations sounded like a lame brother of the Mineral Foundations.

It also offers a pretty decent coverage, without being thick and cakey - the type that more or less hid minor imperfection by reflecting light off the skin; I'm not too sure how it'll fare on skin that are perpetually covered in huge cystic bumps and major discolouration.

Plus I am a fan of competitive pricing. It's always about how much it is, measured against how much I want that item. Giants sized EM foundations (8g) are priced at a very reasonable USD$12; 5 sample sizes are generous (and free!) and can last a few applications.

Best of all, it feels OH-SO-LIGHT on ma skin, like I'm not wearing makeup at all.

The Not-so-good
The foundation, though pretty long-lasting for something that just 'sits' on your skin without invading your pores, requires several touch-ups over the course of a day. As much as most people find it hard to believe, I hardly do touch ups when it comes to foundation (Yes, I have good skin!). Therefore, I find that a hassle.

Second, the oil control of EM foundation is almost non-existent. Although this was not a major problem for my combination skin, but looking too shiney can look a bit tricky in HOT, HUMID Singapore. And I found myself blotting my face for excessive oils - something which I have not done since Secondary School.

However my greatest make-up woe is the rate at which my skin oxidizes: very very fast.
Foundations that are applied would easily turn 2 shades darker by mid-day.
Pile on lousy foundation, and my skin will oxidize into something like a bright orange ball. **M.A.C. STUDIO FIX I am glaring at you!!**

Add the fact that I sweat exceptionally ALOT in Singapore's heat, which seemed to act as a catalyst to boost my skin's oxidization rate (uh-oh!). My face is usually slightly darker than my body by the end of the day.
Of course to be fair, this is not EM's fault alone, because almost all drugstore brand cosmetic foundations that I've tried before(Loreal, Maybelline, Bourjoius, even Lumiere) has given me the same problem.

Because it could not solve my oxidization problem, EM cannot be crowned my "Holy Grail Foundation". However, IMO, it's one of the better quality foundations that I've used. Once I've tried EM, there's no going back to my previous sticky messy L'oreal True Match Liquid FOundation.

I liked it enough to continue the range; but I can't say that I like it so much that I'll never search for a better one (with an equally okay price tag). It's also not the type of product that gets me hooked the first time I tried it on, but the type that grows on you over time, partially because you know that it is supposed to be good for your skin.

I guess my never-ending quest for the perfect foundation (with the perfect price-tag) is still at a very infantile stage. Having said that, I've recently embarked on this other new brand of preservative-free cosmetics, which already seemed very promising (except for the price-tag), and I'm getting all the tingly excitement to blog about it. But give me sometime to try it out, before I share it here.

Clue: It's Japanese.

Cheap Sex

It was early in the morning and about 8 of us were crammed in the tiny makeshift Girl's locker room, mulling around doing nothing in particular and talking about nothing specific in particular, and soon our conversation topic shifted to Tampons.

Girl A: Crap, Red Flag's up today... Not sure if I brought enough tampons.

A few of us: I have some if you need.

In between applying lipstick, Girl B who was originally sitting quietly in a corner napping looked up.

Girl B: I don't dare to use tampons; my friend said that it feels like having sex 24/7 when you have it on.

(Before you start taking her word for it, it doens't. You don't see random females writhing away on the streets in ecstacy...)

Girl A: Please lor, if that were true, then sex is damn cheap. Just $10 for a box of 32 Happy Hours.

Communicasia 2008

Judging from the picture, what do you think is my business at Communicasia 2008?



A) A Janitor commissioned to clean the toilets during Communicasia 08
B) A Model for Samsung Electronics


For 4 consecutive days, I wore fake eyelashes (Flutter, flutter) ***MAJOR ACHIEVEMENT, because they're a bitch to put on, especially since I always end up glueing my eyelids together instead.

For 4 consecutive days, I STYLED my hair **Another Major feat, because I didn't end up loking like I'm the PRC guniang selling Char Siew Buns in the Forbidden City Museum

For 4 consecutive days, I woke up at 7am and spent close to 2 hours doing my make up and hair, because I am really really slow when I put on my make up.

For 4 consecutive days, for 8 hours each day, I mindlessly repeated how AMAZING/SLIM/SMALL Samsung Bluetooths are.

Am I glad that it's finally OVER.

This is the 3rd consecutive YEAR that I'm modelling at Communicasia, and each year, my uniform gets progressively ugly...

CommAsia '06

Eeps, I wore blue eye shadow.

CommAsia '07



CommAsia '08

All of Samsung's models in Ugly Garb

At the risk of sounding like an ungrateful, whiney bitch, I was thankful for the company of a bunch of really wonderful, fun and prettaye ladies, who braved the 32 hour of standing with me...





Some of the Korean dudes who helped and entertained us along the way...



And not forgetting my fav bunch of ladies whom I not only shared a locker with, but also everything from eye shadow palettes and hair spray, to grousings and bimbotic nonsense. Val and Zilei.



Zilei, Moi, Our Ultimate Momma, Val

PS: Actually, do check out the Mono Bluetooth headset from Samsung, WEP 500. They're one of the smallest in the world currently - about the size of a dollar coin, and comes in a myraid of attractive colours (red, blue, green, silver, black etc). It sports a futuristic "cute" circular design, with advance audio technology, simplistic control buttons and 2 Mic Solution to enhance the picking up of surrounding sounds.



Cool Enough?

They even have a limited edition set, co-branded with YSL, and it comes in a Luxurious Gold Design.

Still need more proof that it's worth a look?

I heard it's selling pretty well in India... :D:D:D

Say hello to the fake Goldies

We were supposed to look like Golden statues on the runway, somewhat greek inspired.
But I thought we looked more like some cheesy auspicious-looking Asian and Pan-Asian characters created for Austin Powers.

This was the sight that greeted me when I first reached the event venue.:D:D:D

but OMG, they're only 19!!!
I.FEEL.LIKE.A.PAEDOPHILE.

I don't know what the boys were doing preening in front of the mirror in a half-naked state, but I guessed the robes weren't there when they started the body painting

And just as I was warming up to the idea of doing this show, they ushered me to a damn cold corner, wrapped me up in prickly golden garbs, and start the ritual of spraying cold, wet gold paint all over my body.

Even my hair wasn't spared.

Apparently, we were hired for some Malaysian Royalty's Birthday Event.
A very, very, very expensive birthday, I'd say

All 6 of us, hired in the capacity of models. Already not cheap
Throw in the cost of the body painters, the dressers, the event venue(St Regis being a super high-class hotel)
No expenses were spared on the expensive menu (I saw foie gras on some socialite's plate while I was strutting my stuff on the stage)
The "Gold" themed decor
The exclusive guest list with the A-list glittery socialites and well-known top plastic surgeons and media people in Singapore.
The celebrity hosts, and belgian game master, and a couple of international singers

Wah...I think I could probably buy a 3 room HDB flat in Singapore with all that money.

But for all it's opulence, the welfare for us models sucked. We were starved, frozen half to death, and then the 2-faced client tried to undermine and undepay us, by giving shitty excuses to make us stay later and claiming that we were late by 1.5 hours. That bitched faced woman from 1-Werkz Production attempted to milk us dry by making us stay 2 hours beyond the agreed time, by making us stay for the round of game with the socialites, in which we were required to hold up number cards above our heads when they score a point. Unfed at 11pm, you can bet the bunch of us could win the most sourly looking models award.

If she'd just use her big fat blain to think a bit, how on earth can we be late for 2whole hours, if we were already dressed and painted when she made her grand inspection 2 hours from reporting time. Holy as the king and Queen of Malaysia might be, gold flakes do not magically settle on our body and coat the 6 of us, in 1 second.

By 11pm, I felt so cheesed out that I half wished I didn't shave my armpits when I was raising up my cards just so that the unpruned national forest growing from under the pits will scare the shit out of the royalties.

And maybe some one should strip.
Protocol dictates that there should not be any indecent exposure towards the royalties, which will send them into a mad frenzy, and then they will have to go home to pray immediately, and maybe fast for a month.



*Location: St Regis Hotel

Why princesses don't exist in Singapore

When I was just a little girl, my mother used to read Disney stories of princesses with beauty that could sink a thousand ships, and with gowns that were spun out of silk and gold. Even though they were lonely, all they had to do was to sing, and all the animals in the woods be summoned. Most of all they had a kind heart and they loved kids.

The little me would then go on to wonder why weren't there any princesses in Singapore...and I often wonder if I'll grow up to become one.

Well I did, at least last Sunday I did, and boy, I'd never want to be a princess again.



For starters, I was Belle from Beauty & The Beast. And apparently Cinderella is camera shy.
The princess gown that I was in is simply too bloody hot to be in. With it's billowing layers of long shiny fabric, it's more like a trigger for accident than anything else.

And lets face it, there's no such thing as "Natural Beauty".
The faerie god mother who is supposed to bless you with "Beauty" during your one month celebration in exchange for some red eggs and a lousy butter sponge cake, couldn't be bothered with making a grand entrance just for a couple of eggs.

And it might have worked if you sang your whole life. But in Singapore, we grew up doing assessment books and the only time we could sing, was during music class, and they only taught you how to sing songs about building the community and loving teachers.

So unfortunately for us, princesses in Singapore needs to rely on makeup to look princessy.

But in this kind of heat, all make up will be reduced to streaks, and all attempts to smile will be turned in to squints. (see above picture).

So no princess for us.

But before the princesses make their grand exits, they blow kisses to everyone, and here's some from them to you... Enjoy while it lasts.



oops...looks like Belle is even too stingy to be giving out her kisses.

I'm on TV!!

Moving on from the usual boring "boss-go-ESAD" ramblings that dominates my entries these days, I'm gonna be on TV, this Wednesday (19th April 2008), 8pm. Channel 8 to be precise =p

To be honest, I'm kinda thrilled to be invited as one of the judges for this Channel 8 TV programme sponsored by Bioskin, Bioskin 要你好看 SEASON II, to help Women rid of their horrible skin problems and other ugly issues to become presentable.
**I just checked the website, and apparently, they used more positive language than I did; the trailer actually said "programme sponsored by Bioskin help women with beauty problems become beautiful).

ANyways, I was invited as a model (read one who takes good care of my skin, hair, appearance, and is well-groomed), to judge the 'before' and 'after' of the contestants who went through the treatment programme, and be a judge to see if they can achieve their dreams of becoming a model.

For the reason of not introducing spoilers, among OTHER reasons, I'll just give a face here (-_-)|| You gotta watch the programme to see if I'm lying.

On a separate note, my Everyday Minerals makeup is finally here. :D:D:D Say hello to gorgeous skin. Hopefully it'll be THE holy grail makeup foundation in my never-ending quest to seek the perfect set of makeup for myself.

Hello Shopaholics~

Hey look, who's this?!? :P



A closer look...How apt isn't it, being the poster girl for some mad buying/shopping Ad.

Many thanks to Yew Kwang for notifying me and clipping it for me.

*Scuttles off to shop for more Victoria's Secret and Forever 21 stuff* Heeeh

If there is any ONE beauty secret (or maybe it's already a widely known fact) that I've uncovered ever since I've started working, it will be one that has something to do with coffee.

All of us workaholics knows that drinking coffee helps to perk us up so that we wont produce chicken doodles while working: Americano, Cappucino, Kopi-peng, Kopi-C, Kopi-cino, you name it, the Indian Coffee Shop uncle downstairs have it, so I've probably tried about every type of coffee there is.

But in a bid to reduce my (unnecessary) sugar intake lately, so that i can save it for 3 double chocolate doughnuts sometime later in the week, I've resorted to consuming HOT, BLACK coffee WITHOUT sugar or milk religiously. Amazing as it is, I've found out that not only it perks me up, increase my heart rate by about 5X, causes me to slightly hyperventilate, it also does wonders for my water retention.

So lets say I go to work in the morning with a puffy left eye and cheek, or slightly swollen belly, all due to water retention, by drinking the HOT, BLACK coffee with no sugar or milk, it'll all subside within the hour.

Similarly, it does wonders for photoshoots. I always have the problem of bloatedness due to water retention if the studio gets a lil too cold, or that I'm prancing around in tiny barely-there garbs, I'll take a shot of that and it works beautifully all the time. That's why DP always indulge in my horrible habit of drinking black unsweetened coffee (even if it gives me stink-O breath after that). Oh but the only downside is that I might get a lil woozy from all that caffeine high.

But I seriously swear by that poison to make me skinny.

When I curse someone with so much hatred, with so much concentration, with so much ferosity, that person will usually bear the brunt of it, mysteriously.

Remember the last time I cursed a certain sleaze shop agent who tried to pimp me off, I cursed he'll get inflicted with a horrible painful disease and die a horrible, painful death. Well the last I heard of him, was that he got struck with some cancer. Too bad the 2nd part didnt come true, but well the first part did.

And now, with my powerful, intensive, evil hatred, I summon thee all the shit from the sewers and rubbish from the entire Mustafa area into your mouth. Hope you choke on rubbish everyday and explode.

And if you fucking don't pay me the amount that we agreed on after so much trouble, I'll send EIGHT BIG, BLACK, and HAIRY bangrahs from Mustafa area in replacement of the 8 gorgeous models that you asked for. I'll just go down one lunch time to round 'em all up and ask the Prasad from my dad's office to ship them down. Or even better, round up the bunch of bangrahs from my dad's construction site.

You can be assure of a hell of a time when they canoodle up to you with their contrastingly bright smile and warm personality.

Seriously. go fuck yourself and die man.

I AM PISSED. FUCKING, BOILING, OVER-FLOWINGLY pissed.

And I'm glad I do not get such clients for accounts in my day job. At least not yet.

But there is a certain fat, pompous bastard/piece of shit who really pisses the hell out of me.

Becasue he is indecisive, tee kor, stingy and just bloody likes to waste everyone's time.

For one thing, casting = choosing models that fit the image your company wants to portray. AND IF YOU WANT TO SEE MODELS FOR 5 times before you select them, then you please jolly well need to pay. Even LG or Samsung do not go through sooo many girls to do their booth.

If you want Russian models, you need to pay MORE. Even the Russian prostitute in Geylang charges a MUCH higher rates than the normal PRC whores. Not that I'm associating myself with the hussies; the point is that, they come with a different price tag. Period.

If you want diversity, choose Indians, choose Malays, whatever....Yet as an indian himself, he rejected all the indian models brought to him, and slammed all the Malay models (even I dont understand the racial discrimination here). I have for him, Korean, Thai, Dutch, Indonesian, even MOngolian, on top of the usual chinese fare, what more does he want??!!

And at the end of the day, you are not the only one who is BUSY. Taking a rain cheque on our casting for 4 times the last minute is quite frigging irritating already. Not to mention the leaves that people take in order to come to let you assess them, the hee hee hor hor and telling your staff you forgot how they look like, and ask them to come again. You've seen too many girls, and you are just seeing for sport.

One day you say you like this girl, the next day you say the same girl is not pretty...

You are not choosing a bride for GOD's sake, or someone to suck your dick, for that matter.

It's just a company's ambassador.

And for that, I curse you to go eat shit and die

D'Element Fashion Show

OoooKie, My Bad. This post is probably like a MONTH over due and I can only recall it hazily now. BUT I had the contents typed out, and I just had to upload the pictures (which was the one that took really long)...Genius me eh? Anyways, it's about a pretty cool fashion show that I did about A MONTH ago. Pretty cool cos the girls were cool, the outfits were cool, and this time, I had 2 dressers to change for me. WooHOoooo...But before you start thinking that I'm some whip wielding slave-driver who expect poor girls to pick my toe nails and buckle my 5 inch heels for me, I have to say that the interim between my outfit 1 and outfit 2 was a mad rush, especially with the ongoing craze with the layering fashion. Bah...long shirt over tight, with boots and a wrap around that I dunno what it's called, with a plaid cabby cap, and giant hoop earrings, plus a bunch of bangles,and a vest and OH MY GOSH, I CANNOT REMEMBER LA.


My 2 lovely dressers.



Preshow, camwhoring sans makeup. the lightings in the ballroom make it possible without us looking ghastly. Lyndia and I



The pre-show runway. OKie la, almost every picture here is taken either pre-show, or post show. Cos all 10 girls were in a crazy mad stripping and piling on clothes during show, that there's no time for cam-whoring


Preshow prancing about and practicing our walks in the ill-fitting sponsors' heels or own 5inch high heels, lest we trip and fall on stage later.



I never had an issue with my height...well at least not THAT often...

I mean being 170cm tall, plus my trademark 3 inch (and above) heels that I never make an entrance without, you can bet that I tower over most people.

But for the fashion show on Saturday, I was towered over by most, despite being in my 5-inch catwalk heels. Wah Piang eh... The girls were all GORGEOUS, skinny and TALL, like 175cm and above kinda TALL(plus all with their own 5 inch heels)... You can bet that my self-esteem was looking like a raisin, if self-esteems can be seen.

DOn't believe you see...

That's Janine and Me. I'm in this Hiao flamingo dress with feathers. Poooooh, talk about couture. Janine is like 179cm? and has legs that starts from the ground and ends at my waist.

On the runway, she looks like she walks on imported air. Not me, Claire. Damn, I think I am a good 4-5 years older than her....feels ole.







Apart from the fact that they made me the flower girl for the grand finale, because well, I LOOKED like *eh-hem* a girl (with the lack of height and all), and put me in a flowery tiered dress for my last segment, I had a blast of a time with the girlies. ;p I hated my finale dress though, and unfortunately for me, that was the dress I had to take most of my pictures in.

I look like a damn tierd cake




Did I mention that my nickname was "the short one"?

But with friends like that...


and pretty clothes like that...





and fun like that....



and a buffet spread of rich sinful chocolate cakes tempuraand Har Kow for anorexic-looking girls to feast on afterwards, I guess I didn't really minded being shortie for a day. K fine, 2 days: casting & fitting day, and show day.


In case you were wondering, alot of the pictures were stolen from Lyndia. So she's highly featured here. :p