Pun of the day:
Fashion is something that goes in one era and walks out the other.
For those who expected to see me at the blogger gathering in KLCC, i’m sorry i coudn’t make it. My Sunday couldn’t be busier.
But the strangest thing is, everybody thought that i was going except me.
FireAngel: coming today are u?
Cheesie: no wor
Cheesie: i wasnt even told about it
FireAngel: your name on the list wei!
Cheesie: i know
FireAngel: simply put names only.
FireAngel: how can they just simply assume wan.
FireAngel: so u not going?
Cheesie: i got shows leh
FireAngel: tiu. kenot camwhore wif u adi
On Sunday, i had a shoot in PJ early in the morning. And then rushed back down to Seremban for a second show at Era Walk.
I’ve been getting a lot of comments saying that the make up for the fashion show was horrible.
I know right! It was so damn kao i actually weighed 2kg heavier. And my hair! I could hear my hair weeping while it was enduring the cruel torture. They already styled my hair in the morning for the shoot.
It was already permed and sprayed and back-combed (to achieve the messy out-of-bed big hair look. I HATE this! It hurts and damages the hair so much, and takes FOREVER to de-tangle every strand of my anguished hair. HATE HATE HATE). Summore they were using the hottest perm because my hair is “healthy” so it needs more heat to make it stay!
But then this is beyond my control lor. You think do show very easy ah, walk walk walk only hor. See, our hair got tortured like (in) hell; got burned till chao da; then whirled in dark, stormy winds; then got stuck in combs, tangled, and also immersed in waxy goo. Then you have to spend another hundred bucks to do hair treatment. Not worth it, man.
Look at the hair. Beh tahan the messy curls. My curls are just like seaweed sheets. They become limp after only 5 minutes.
Need to curl again, because they said i looked as if i didn’t wash my hair after the previous show.
Giant Dash Underscore Dash, |||
Here comes the make up. If you think Season One’s make up was kua cheong, wait until you see this one. I think the organizers were deprived during their childhood. They never had the chance to explore their creativity via paintings and graffiti.
Presenting… the HORROR!
Their failed attempt at turning us into peacocks (slash hens slash chicks, whatever).
I think maybe we were actually guinea pigs in some mad experiment. My friend here was transformed into a walking Paddle Pop. Makes me wanna lick her up. 0_o
My double boiled curled hair. Doesn’t my hair look curlier than curly fries? Compare it with my post-show hair at the end of this entry.
I know the make up sucks. No need to rub it in already. -_-. Now for the onstage photos! Go, go! I mean, scroll, scroll! *Diverts attention*.
I damn love this LBD.
I felt good in it…
And paraded it confidently.
Made a major blunder…
I had a price tag attached on me!
You know, actually models can be kind of considered as walking mannequins. But this was just too much.
Damn pai seh lor.
But that’s it la.
At the end of the show, we had a good laugh about it.
Gains: $, new friends and damn lotsa photos.
Losses: tons of make up remover, tons of shampoo, conditioner and DIY hair mask, cranky and tulan hair (like crab sticks), and $ for hair treatment.
You do the math.