A Tad Poorly

Me, that is.
Someone asked me today what’s wrong with my voice.
“Getting sick la…”

Alot of work and projects to work on.
Hence, haven’t blogged the rest bout Bangkok yet.
Maybe as per usual, i’ll end up going somewhere else before even blogging about it.

Tattle Magazine  wanted to shoot all their contributors yesterday afternoon so i rushed to Studiorom  from Bukit Bintang.
The taxi driver was so slow… it frustrated me awfully but i couldn’t bear to scold him or lose my temper over it cos he was an old uncle.

I assumed it was going to be a casual shoot but upon walking in, all the women were shimmering in matte sequined Farah Khan pieces and i started panicking.
Crap… i’m so not gelling in here…

They didn’t have an extra dress so Jimy from MIFA picked a jacket for me to wear over what i already had on.
It was a jacket that i doubt i’d ever pick out for myself and blinked at it pessimistically for a second before slipping it on. He scrunched up the sleeves and wala! It worked. It just worked.
It even matched my shoes and belt. Utterly fab.

Heng from MAC did my makeup and she’s damn ganas for a slight girl.
“How long more? We’re behind schedule..!” Irman poked around, as Heng dabbed foundation onto my face.
“Ten, fifteen more minutes.”
“Five minutes? Ten?”
“No. At least TEN.”
She scared poor Irman off 

I forgot to bring my digicam out yesterday, so i guess you have to wait to see the end results.
I basically look like a tiny small fart there. With a pouf of red hair.

Pictures of Dressed-Up-Doggies in BKK

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