I'm gonna be a super model....

“Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness.”
~ W. Eugene Smith~

I met this photographer Tom Hayton awhile back. Since then we've met up a couple of times. Once to discuss a personal portfolio done (this was put on hold as I was too broke) and once to discuss this concept he has for a personal project. I was flattered as hell that he wanted to photograph me, ME little Ms. Drama Queen.

Tom is, hands down the most professional photographer I have met. He has such a strong work ethic and a sense of professionalism that throughout our shoot on Sunday I was 1000% (that is not a type) comfortable with him. I whole heartedly recommend him for any photographs you want taken.

Time literally flew by on Sunday and it was amazing to see that one minute it was 3.00pm and the next it was 9.30pm. Shocking! Another thing I like about Tom is her sense of creativity, it's not overwhelming. He's not the type of photographer who has a set picture in his head and insists you follow to his commands. Instead, he encourages you to be spontaneous and comfortable in your own skin.

Being comfortable in my own skin.. Crap, it's been ages since I've done a professional shoot and what with the pounds I've piled on, I had some major body hang-ups. And here's another thing I LOVE about Tom. He thinks I'm beautiful. I don't care if he's lying, he MADE me feel beautiful. He made me feel like I'm going to be a supermodel... ok fine that's a bit of a stretch but you get the drift. So, Thanks Tom!

Jill Sobule - Supermodel
I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a supermodel.
And Everyone is gonna dress like me,
wait and see

When I'm a supermodel
and my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone will wanna look just like me
me...

Cause I'm young and I'm hip, and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel

*sigh* I'm suddenly not in a writing frame of mind but i'll leave off with some behind the scenes pix I shamelessly stole from Avril's blog. Thanks for coming with me Munchkin!

The Jolie Saga ~part I~

My poor darling baby girl.. Jolie has been unwell for the past couple of weeks. Major breathing difficulty so I took her to our regular vet. Imagine my despair upon hearing that it could be one of two reasons, ONE because small breed dogs are commonly afflicted with something called Congenital Cardiomyopathy (Stella, Wei Tieng and all other small breed dog owners please check out this link for basic info).

The Doc took one look at my crestfallen face and tried to assure me that even if she does have the heart thingy all it will mean is that she has to be on heart pills for the rest of her life but I was still very very very upset. TWO because the cheeky brat picked up something of the floor and it caused a throat infection, so off we went on a bout of antibiotics and the assurity that if it was an infection we should see results in a couple of days.

A couple of days later
Jolie: Hack hack, cough cough, gasp gasp
Me: Oh my poor baby girl *picks up Jolie and rocks like baby*
Me: *petrified* Oh my God she's got an enlarged heart *cries like cheebai*
Me: Oh no what's wrong with her left eye?! Why is she squinting?! What's wrong with you baby?! *cries like bigger cheebai*

So Daddy rushed Jolie and I back to the vet who decided that it was time for x-rays. Only he didn't have the machine in his clinic so he told us to go to Dr. Prem in Brickfields and then bring the film back to him. So we left and went to Brickfields and Jolie went straight in for her x-ray.

While waiting
Daddy: *smoking & talking on phone* Ya lah! X-rays seem to be an epidemic in my household. First Jolie's grandma (a.k.a my mom) then Jolie. I hope it ends there!
Me: *smoking and pacing frantically up and down in front of clinic* Dear God, please don't let there be anything wrong with my Jolie's heart.. please please please.. *tries not to cry like a cheebai in Brickfields*

Then the assistant calls us back in and we are escorted into the Doc's room where's he's got the film up on the lightboard thingy and he's saying that Jolie's heart looks good and is not enlarged. This is where I promptly burst into tears of relief and bury my face in Jolie's neck. Dr. Prem has officially just met the Drama Queen. Then we told him about her eye and he put this dye in her eye so that any lacerations will show up and guess what? The baby twit scratched her bloody eyeball hence the squinting and it's a totally unrelated to the coughing/hacking matter.

Finally, we went back to Doc Clement (our regular) and he was happy with the X-ray results. So he gave us meds for Jolie's eye and told us we have to put a collar on her so she doesn't aggravate the Superficial Corneal Ulcer. Unfortunately though, since we still can't pinpoint what is causing the hacking/coughing, on Tuesday Jolie has to go in for a scope. *sighs*

Till next week.. Stay tuned for Part II of The Jolie Saga

P.S: Did I forget to mention that Jolie is terribly depressed with the collar on? She doesn't dare walk because the few times she tried she bumped into things. So all she does is sit and look dejectedly at the floor or at us so we have to pick her up and carry her and all she wants to do is sleep. *sniff* my poor baby..

Bullshit 101

I'm watching "Syle By Jury" on Astro. And I've heard some of the most funniest things to come out of people's mouth in ages!

What will they think of next? First it was the dawn of the Life Coach, now suddenly there's a Bombshell Coach too? Whatever happened to living your own life? One tells you how to life your own damned life and the other tells you how to bring out your inner bombshell. *sigh*

Here's a couple of things that was said on the show by the self-proclaimed Bombshell Coach

bombshells don't drink beer.. unless it's bombshell beer which means its got to be pink and sparkly

when talking to people, the bombshell triple play:

• look in the eyes
  
• signature move, ie. bite lip
  
• casual touch
  

Oh COME ON!

The end of the world is nigh...

My life is over... Yes a tad melodramatic but who cares??? For someone who almost becomes catatonic without her mobile phone, the past couple of days has been somewhat trying. My dear Nokia 6280 has been cranky for awhile now and so FINALLY i took it to the shop to get it checked. DIAGNOSIS: Time for a simple, straightforward software upgrade.

Fine fine, I suspected something like that so I had backed-up my data on my home PC prior to going. So all was fine and dandy. No worries. I have a spare phone (Motorola) but that had no charger since dear Jolie ATE IT awhile back so really in all honesty for the past 2 days I have been mobile-less, cellular-ly dead, kicked the telecommunications bucket etc etc.

Today I finally picked up my phone. Woo hoo! Virus free with updated software and not a 'hang' in sight. So I come home to restore all the data so my almost brand new phone.

La la la la la.. Fiddle fiddle clickety clackety on the keyboard. Click click of the mouse... and then... NOTHING!!!! everything's gone!!!!! FUCk a dUCK!!!!!!! My contacts are gone. The 1000+ messages GONE GONE GONE!

Technically my phone is in great working condition. But to me, it's practically dead...

I feel empty.. and lost...
6280 has lost it's soul,
It now is nothing but an empty shell,
A clean slate,
A lonely state.

Crappola..

Enjoy it!

Can I just say one thing?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

. . . ? ? ? . . .

My dream still plagues me..

I know I should let it go..

But I can't..

So help me God..

I just can't..

Fuck a duck..

Dream a little Dream...

I've been having weird dreams lately. The two that stand out the most are as below.

1. I dreamt that I was dating Ami James/Vin Diesel. It was funny how one minute it was Ami and the next it was Vin (we're best friends hence the first name basis LOL). Then suddenly it was Vin and we were called to help the country who was going to war. How weird is that?? And THEN when we went to the base, we were introduced to his 'partner' who was CINDY FREAKIN CRAWFORD and I literally said "Hell NO!" and proceeded to go all Sydney Bristow on her ass. To funny for words..

2. Just this afternoon when I was having a nap, (save it, i've been tired okay?) I had yet another funny dream. This was is a little confusing so try as I may I'm having difficulty describing it. The bare gist of it is basically i met this guy and we started dating, then he said he had a meeting one day and I went to look for him, and suddenly it there was a street fight and he 'rescued' me and in the end he died. And I woke up crying like a bitch both in the dream and in my bed. ?????

The first dream I can deal with. I mean let's face it, it's nice to fantasize about relationships with celebrities. I've dreamt I dated Beckham, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie etc etc. It's perfectly normal and not in the slightest pathetic. Really! Because at some point or other, either consciously or sub-consciously we have envied them for their looks/talent/fame/moolah.

But the second dream? It's disturbed me. Profoundly. I have never and I MEAN never dreamt of a stranger. Somebody who I have absolutely no clue who he/she is. I've sort of almost mastered the art of dreaming. By this I mean that 75% of the time when I dream, I am able to realize that it's a dream and from then on control exactly where/what/who I want to be in the dream. It's pretty cool. But these two dreams were 100% sent by the Dream-maker himself. And I'm trying to figure out if there's a meaning behind it.

Some websites say, "A dream is a wish your heart makes", others say it is precognition and there's also the possibility that "A stranger in a dream is a projection of your own idealities into a corporeal form". It's a little scary. I can handle dreaming of celebs because it's fun, but dreaming about the Perfect Stranger is depressing. It's hard enough finding a great man in real life now I have to worry that my perfect man is only in my dreams? How depressing. Eliza's theory is that he was bits and pieces of people I knew put into one man. Meaning, A's eyes, B's nose, C's lips etc etc. If that be the case, I think i'm going to end up alone. For real.

Where are you my Perfect Stranger? Are we destined to meet or are we doomed to settle for second best?

WTF?

I got this sent to me at my Myspace account.

I am Exxxxx a student of LIMKOKWING University. I wanna have you as my friend, close friend I mean. I am an African, single,God fearing,understanding, loving and caring,straight,honest and sincere in all I do with friendship and also ways try harder to make my friends feel they have somebody that care for their happiness and peace. That is what friends are for. I am single and hope to fine my wife soonest from Asia which am yet looking for.

I will tell you more about myself when I read from you soon. You can get me also kxxxxx@yahoo.co.uk.

Thanks and consider my proposal.
Exxxxx

Are you serious?!?!?!

I have nothing better to do than to get in touch with someone who trolls the internet for potential 'wives' ?!?!?!?!

Grow a brain, seriously..