Secrets

Everyone has dark secrets
Hidden somewhere in their heart
Sometimes it prevents them from living as they wish.
The pain is hard to be shared
Especially when others do not understand it

Sometimes it's so hard to forget
memories that frightens so much
But such is life.

Playing 1930s

This is a long overdued post. Sorry girls, I promised to let u 'kop' your pictures from blog but I happily went on a Holiday the following day, and my blog remained pictureless for two weeks.

Anyway this was another Free-Trade Asia event, probably a continuation of the previous. But instead of wearing a beach party, this was more of a victorian-themed cocktail party at Raffles Hotel.

I went there expecting to be bundled in corsets and plummey skirt becaause when I went for fitting, they said 'Victorian style'.

It turned out that most of our outfits were loosefitting, with lots of laces, feathers and beads.

My dress was a dramatic black & red beaded ensemble that hangs loosely at the hips. Although I was miles away from what I had expected, I thought it was still quite lovely. The lace headband had a big dark jewel which I was supposed to attach to the side of my head looked slightly ridiculous because it made me looked Chemotherapied. (roll eyes). But the only real pain was the long red glove that I was supposed to wear up to my elbows.



These are some of the photos we took before and after the event. I lumped some together because it was just too tedious to upload one by one.





All our dresses pales in comparison to Emiko's. She probably got the "richest husband" among us ladies. hurhurhur

When it all ended, ZY was already waiting at the end of the escalator. I love it when he comes to pick me up after work. He's so sweet. The sight of him brought back sparkles into my eyes and his warm embrace instantly eased my painful toes. He even bought me my favourite petite sandwiches from Meidi-ya because he knew I'd be starving. *BOX U baby...Love u!!*
Whether I'll be whining about the bitchiness I had to endure or I'll be telling him about some of my silly friends; all I actually mean is "There's no where I'd rather be than to be by you"

When we first danced, you made me feel things that I was afraid to feel.

you were so warm and tender and loving, and u cared so much.

You changed my every thought.

You made me realize that love is precious, and happiness is possible.

Now that I know that it would have been a mistake if I hadn't allowed myself the chance to feel your love.

I would have regretted it if I hadn't allowed you to share my Neverland with me.

Happy Mother's Day

I wanted to make something special for my mom for Mother's Day. Instead of getting her the usual earrings or a blouse or a necklace, I decided to bake her a cake. A cherry cake with peach fillings, topped with vanilla icing and finally almond slices. Cherry cake because Mother's Day's a pinkish sort of a day and cherry cakes are pink with little dots of red cherries that can pass of as little hearts with a little blur of the camera. Mixing the cake and baking the sponge was made very easy and very idiot proff with Betty Crocker. Hee I cheated. But the slicing and layering it with frosting and peaches was terrible difficult.


(from top left to right then bottom left to right)
1) The Vanilla frosting smells good, everything looks good. Hee!
2) Urgh...I am a little messy when it comes to spreading the frosting over the cake. I'm a messy person by nature.
3) Finally I manage to get the 2nd layer onto the first. But I broke it into 3 pieces in that attempt. but I squashed it after layering it that the peaches inside fell out. Talk about being clumsy.
4) It's really hard to spread la. I give up! Use my fingers...


See this nice piece of work? I didnt do it. That's ZY's cake for his mom. Sobz

The cake turned out to be too sweet. I told him we should have gotten whip cream instead of frosting... heeh. Poor baby...he gets the blame for everything when I get annoying.

Because the cake was too sweet to be finished, we brought it to Grandmama's house to share with everyone. I'm sure with 8 uncles, with their wives and 2 kids each, the tiny cake can be finished. Everyone brought something. We had sparkling grape juice, glutinous rice, beehoon, chinese-style spaghetti (Gram's own creation), buttered prawns etc etc. Mother went to buy another cake, a black forest cake, from Hans in case mine was unpalatable. (I guess she thinks that I was, but was too polite to say that, so she used "in case")



I am wearing Hazel coloured contact lens that ZY bought as a gift for us being together for 8 months + 1 day yesterday. He's really sweet.

Shopaholic unleashed!! After many many many many months of abstinance, (ok a little bit of cheating with the help of ZY) I went shopping again last Thursday. This time round however, it's still under control because I am saving most for the "shopping in Bangkok" fund. There was this Metro sale at Expo. I lurvvvvvve Metro, OG, Isetan sale. (Oh man...I'm becoming very auntie). Mostly, I was scouting around for VERY good bargains. When I say VERY good, it really means VERY good. I have very stringent QC for what's very good. Like many Like-minded shopaholics/aunties/Singaporeans, me and ZY rushed there first thing in the morning; Him to wrestle the kids to check out the best toy offers. Hurhurhur...

Nothing caught his eye. But I got a few items.

Lovely white lace Bra set from Pierre Cardin with black ribbons at an unbelievable price of $5.


Another set from Pierre Cardin. Sheer black Organza with Hot Pink borders. An unbelievably cool and unconventioanl pairing of skeleton and butterflies with the phrase "Let me be your fantasy...". Also at $5

I think there was a mistake with the pricing but it was to my advantage. Hurhurhur...
Also I bought a shimmering gold eye shadow and shimmering bronze one. I don't know why I bought the bronze one, apart from it being pretty.

After lunch, ZY drove me to Singapore COnference Hall to rehearse for my performance at night. Although a huge portion of my juniors and seniors and the guys weren't there, but most of the girls from my section in my year turned up, and it felt really good to see them again, and even better to sing as a choir again. We had our ups and downs, quarrels, joys and victories, but singing together again relieved memories of us training together as an award winning choir.


Girls from my section!


Peiying and me

It's amazing how I miss term time. Seems to me that all the 'actions' that happens in the year happens during term time. HOliday's like a period when everyone goes to work. Holiday means no late night wine-drinking with ZY until we're both high and silly. Holiday means I have to do the housework. DAMN!

Speaking of work, it's really weird how the agency wants us to pay a graduating fee of $50 and appear for an event at Gotham Penthouse on the 1 June. I mean it's my money lor...I am supposed to make money from them not pay mah...Okie I admit, they've given me pretty good jobs which are fun (minus the presence of some very bitchy and rude models) and the pay is not fantastic, but it's easy money. But when it comes to giving money back, I'm not so agreeable.

It doesn't make sense that I still need a cost-incurring, official graduating ceremony when I am already a practicing model for so long. I mean $50 lei. If they'd wanted us to pay $10 for the cert or something I wouldn't be so stingy about it, but $50 could have contributed a substantial portion to my "Shopping in Bangkok" Fund.

Secondly I wonder how many people would actually recognise the ceremony. I mean who goes to Gotham Penthouse? CLubbers. I hardly think these people who patronize GP are potential talentscouts or advertising agents looking for models to star in their advertisement. One might say you'd never know, but I doubt that I would make my BIG BREAK there. Hence the $50 is not justified.

Thirdly, if the $50 goes into the purchasing of trophies and stuffs for the award ceremony, I am almost 100% sure that I would get none. MOst commited to JCM? I'm not...I know they know I joined purely for my own benefits. Most dedicated worker? I'm most definitely not...I'd do shows only if I have the time and only if I think the pay is reasonable. Most 'teacherly' to junior models?...Err I think I'm always bitched at or bullied by "THE ABOVE MENTIONED". Nice smile?...Maybe, but then again they might have to give the same award to 10 other models with equally nice smiles. Plus an award for best legs, best hair, most fashion savvy and yada yada....which would have included everyone, hence defeats the purpose of having an award ceremony.

In anycase, I'd still be making my way back from Chiang Mai on the night of 1st June. Hurhurhur...I heard it was compulsory and my booker wasn't very happy to hear that I'd be MIA. Now my only concern is that they might change the date. If they do I wont be spared either. *SObz* Holidays.

Frills, laces, lalala

Whee I am actually looking forward to start modelling again after stopping for so loooooong because of countless of projects, tests and exams.

Despite sitting through my casting shivering more than I talked, I got the jobs. And just before my last paper start, JCM called me to go for fitting. They're going to dress me up in a victorian costume. Yay!!! I hope it looks pretty...Frills, laces, lalala