OMIGAAAWWWDD! Real Boutique just called me to go in for a photo shoot! I've been real (=P) busy since morning, running around doing stuff, so I missed the call. Later, I checked my phone and usually when the number is unknown, I don't bother calling back when there are no messages. But something made me curious enough; so I picked up the phone and called back.
"Good morning. Somebody just called me from this numb-"
"You're Sharon, right?"
"Yes."
"Please hold."
*Beeeeep beep*
"Hello."
"Hi. I got a call from this numb-"
"Hi, Sharon Teo, right?"
"Err... yes."
"Good morning. This is Kelly from Real Boutique. We were wondering if you would model for us..."
The moment I heard that, my heart went KATHUMP-THUMP-THUMP! I could hardly contain my glee, and I was at my desk trying so hard not to blind my colleagues with the grin that was stretching my mouth impossibly horizontally wide. They want me to be one of their models for their new catalogue photo shoot that is scheduled sometime soon. I would have to take a whole day off though but I don't mind. They won't be paying me cash, instead I get a RM200 voucher to shop at their boutique. I don't mind coz it's the whole amazingly surreal experience that I'm looking forward to. It is just so mind-boggling that they want ME! They said that they usually choose different races for all of their models, meaning I'll be modeling next to gorgeous Indians and Caucasians. I jokingly and self-consciously asked if she got the right girl, and Kelly said that she knew who I was as she saw me that day and that was why she asked her colleague to get my number. And she described me perfectly, down to my dress size. Omigawd, they want me... aiks... I feel nauseas now...
I know I shouldn't be blogging about it now but I just can't help myself. ^__^
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Sunday, March 14, 2004
I've mellowed with age! Aiks!
Went to the Reinforce 03 Rave last night at the Bukit Kiara Equestrian club. Started out horrible coz it was drizzling and the crowd was trickling in. We got there at 10pm and there was hardly a mentionable crowd of ravers. Then it started drizzling. So we sat on the bleachers and people-watch. It was interesting to see what Malaysian Ravers wear and they are by far the sexiest I've seen. Aussie ravers aren't even that daring compared to our Malaysian counterparts. Geeze, those girls were like teeny-boppers in bikini tops and interesting tattoos tastefully carved into their skin. I wanna get one too! =p I have always wanted to get one - should have done it in Perth where it is cheaper. Bah. I regretted wearing what I wore. I should have just gone with my instincts and worn my whalebone bustier - at least I would've fitted in - and my boots. As it was, I must have looked like an old fuddy duddy compared to that hip crowd of people.
The party didn't start until nearly midnight. We got a couple of beers and smoke, (I guzzled my beer to get the 'feeling') and got high slightly enough to boost our courage enough to go out to the platform and dance which was like one quarter full. Poeple waiting for other people to open the floor. Oh well, we were there to have fun, and we did. Haha, I felt old standing along side those pretty girls. But after awhile, I managed to get my groove together, forget the outside world and just enjoyed myself.
I tried to learn the Melbourne shuffle but I was wearing heels. I know, I know. Why wear heels to a rave? Well, I knew that I shouldn't but I was banking on the fact that there'll be a platform there and there were. I just didn't expect that we'd be dancing on grass as well. Damn, there were so many times I wished that I was wearing my boots as I usually do, but this time, I think being old made me crossed my own frekin' wires. Thank goodness I an used to dancing in heels, but I had to stay on the platform and not do the Melbourne shuffle.
I was surprised to see that a lot of people knew the Melbourne Shuffle. What an evolutionary move. Aqmal tried to teach me how to Melb shuffle, but with heels it was impossible if I didn't want to snap my straps. I managed to do some simple moves but I gave up after I felt my strap stretched a little. It was slightly different that the one my friend tried to teach me back in Australia but the basic move was the same. Anyway, so I stuck to my usual brand of dancing. After a while, we managed to move right upfront, and we stayed there the entire night. Aqmal wanted to go on the podium and although part of me wanted to, the other part was shy and hesitant. I feel as though I'm too old to do stuff like that anymore. I've mellowed with age I think and silly as it sounds, I felt inferior to all those gorgeous girls there. I can't help but compare my fat, ugly self to them.
There were a lot of gorgeous girls but hardly any gorgeous straight guys; I think a lot of the guys there last night drives on the other side of the road, and what a fantastic car they drive too. =p I can't help but ogle when there are sexy, bare-chested dudes gyrating on the podiums. But I think he was gay since he was hugging another gorgeous bare-chested specimen.
The rave was good, but it could have been better. For one, the music should have been louder or at least the platform should have been closer to the speakers as that is the most fun thing about raving - feeling the sound vibrate your entire body - it's all about the buzz, baby. When I'm dancing, with beats in my ears and heart, I get high, I'm on a rush and I feel sexy. I don't care about the outside world and I'll dance until my feet drop off. But I must say I enjoyed myself. I was dancing and I forgot all my troubles - there was nothing but the beats moving through my body.
The rave ended earlier that I thought it would. There is still a curfew of 3am imposed even on raves, unlike Australian raves that lasts until morning. Aqmal got a tip that the cops were gonna raid the place at 3am, and the event people knew that, so they broke up the party 15mins before. I've not been to that many raves to know all the ins and outs and I learned a few more things about Malaysian raves.
I wish I had gone on the podium. What a rush it would have been... *sigh* Maybe being back in Malaysia and plus one in my age has mellowed me somewhat. Aiyaiyaiyaiyai...
The party didn't start until nearly midnight. We got a couple of beers and smoke, (I guzzled my beer to get the 'feeling') and got high slightly enough to boost our courage enough to go out to the platform and dance which was like one quarter full. Poeple waiting for other people to open the floor. Oh well, we were there to have fun, and we did. Haha, I felt old standing along side those pretty girls. But after awhile, I managed to get my groove together, forget the outside world and just enjoyed myself.
I tried to learn the Melbourne shuffle but I was wearing heels. I know, I know. Why wear heels to a rave? Well, I knew that I shouldn't but I was banking on the fact that there'll be a platform there and there were. I just didn't expect that we'd be dancing on grass as well. Damn, there were so many times I wished that I was wearing my boots as I usually do, but this time, I think being old made me crossed my own frekin' wires. Thank goodness I an used to dancing in heels, but I had to stay on the platform and not do the Melbourne shuffle.
I was surprised to see that a lot of people knew the Melbourne Shuffle. What an evolutionary move. Aqmal tried to teach me how to Melb shuffle, but with heels it was impossible if I didn't want to snap my straps. I managed to do some simple moves but I gave up after I felt my strap stretched a little. It was slightly different that the one my friend tried to teach me back in Australia but the basic move was the same. Anyway, so I stuck to my usual brand of dancing. After a while, we managed to move right upfront, and we stayed there the entire night. Aqmal wanted to go on the podium and although part of me wanted to, the other part was shy and hesitant. I feel as though I'm too old to do stuff like that anymore. I've mellowed with age I think and silly as it sounds, I felt inferior to all those gorgeous girls there. I can't help but compare my fat, ugly self to them.
There were a lot of gorgeous girls but hardly any gorgeous straight guys; I think a lot of the guys there last night drives on the other side of the road, and what a fantastic car they drive too. =p I can't help but ogle when there are sexy, bare-chested dudes gyrating on the podiums. But I think he was gay since he was hugging another gorgeous bare-chested specimen.
The rave was good, but it could have been better. For one, the music should have been louder or at least the platform should have been closer to the speakers as that is the most fun thing about raving - feeling the sound vibrate your entire body - it's all about the buzz, baby. When I'm dancing, with beats in my ears and heart, I get high, I'm on a rush and I feel sexy. I don't care about the outside world and I'll dance until my feet drop off. But I must say I enjoyed myself. I was dancing and I forgot all my troubles - there was nothing but the beats moving through my body.
The rave ended earlier that I thought it would. There is still a curfew of 3am imposed even on raves, unlike Australian raves that lasts until morning. Aqmal got a tip that the cops were gonna raid the place at 3am, and the event people knew that, so they broke up the party 15mins before. I've not been to that many raves to know all the ins and outs and I learned a few more things about Malaysian raves.
I wish I had gone on the podium. What a rush it would have been... *sigh* Maybe being back in Malaysia and plus one in my age has mellowed me somewhat. Aiyaiyaiyaiyai...
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Egg yolk is good for the soul...
Vijay took me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday and he gave me two choices. Restaurant X or Minangkabau food. I chose to be adventurous so I chose the latter choice. He took me to Natrabu, a Minangkabau restaurant on the side of Sentral Station's car park. On sight, it looks like any other mamak-like place, but if you lean in closer, you'd see horns on the waiters and waitresses - they were dressed in the traditional Minangkabau garb - I found the uniforms nice and quite authentic looking too.
The place wasn't empty nor was it full. There were only five other parties there and we were the sixth. *WHOooooo* Haha, kidding. We were seated and presented with our menus. The first thing that went through my head was "Interesting..." The food had weird names but thank god there were descriptions beneath each bolded sentence. We got lost in translation =p so we asked the waiter to recommend the good dishes. He recommended we accepted.
The food came and I reached over to take the first strip of brinjal/eggplant smothered in red santan-like sauce. I tasted it and my taste buds exploded in enjoyment. It was GOOD. Then there were the roast chicken with special santan (santan - coconut milk) sauce, the prawns smothered in santan sauce and 'petai', and of course the leaves in santan milk. I forget what the leaves thingies are. BUT the food was superb. I would definitely recommend that you guys go try the food at Natrabu. But be warned, don't try to be smart like me and order the "Kopi susu telor". I was feeling adventurous and all, so I accepted Vijay's offered suggestion that I try that. The taste was interesting and I can tell you that my taste buds did not explode in ecstasy. It was egg-y. Apparently they mixed raw egg yolks in with the coffee and milk. I spent half and hour after dinner trying not to throw up! Must have been the Nescafe coffee... ;)
All in all, I had a good time. Estella and Jaymee were supposed to join us at Souled Out for line dancing, but it was kinda late so they took a rain check, and there were NO line dancing anymore. =( So Vij and I just stayed awhile for a drink and a chat, then 'cabut' when it got a little later.
Thanks Vij, for the fantastic birthday dinner!
The place wasn't empty nor was it full. There were only five other parties there and we were the sixth. *WHOooooo* Haha, kidding. We were seated and presented with our menus. The first thing that went through my head was "Interesting..." The food had weird names but thank god there were descriptions beneath each bolded sentence. We got lost in translation =p so we asked the waiter to recommend the good dishes. He recommended we accepted.
The food came and I reached over to take the first strip of brinjal/eggplant smothered in red santan-like sauce. I tasted it and my taste buds exploded in enjoyment. It was GOOD. Then there were the roast chicken with special santan (santan - coconut milk) sauce, the prawns smothered in santan sauce and 'petai', and of course the leaves in santan milk. I forget what the leaves thingies are. BUT the food was superb. I would definitely recommend that you guys go try the food at Natrabu. But be warned, don't try to be smart like me and order the "Kopi susu telor". I was feeling adventurous and all, so I accepted Vijay's offered suggestion that I try that. The taste was interesting and I can tell you that my taste buds did not explode in ecstasy. It was egg-y. Apparently they mixed raw egg yolks in with the coffee and milk. I spent half and hour after dinner trying not to throw up! Must have been the Nescafe coffee... ;)
All in all, I had a good time. Estella and Jaymee were supposed to join us at Souled Out for line dancing, but it was kinda late so they took a rain check, and there were NO line dancing anymore. =( So Vij and I just stayed awhile for a drink and a chat, then 'cabut' when it got a little later.
Thanks Vij, for the fantastic birthday dinner!
Monday, March 08, 2004
I turn 26 today
Yeah, tis the old diatribe again - I'm older. I can't believe I'm 26 and I'm where I am now. People tell me I'm impatient... well... YEAH! Being impatient about my own life is not a flaw, it's just how nature intended it; else it wouldn't have been termed human 'nature'. Bah.
Had a nice, quiet dinner with a some close friends on Friday night at La Bodega to celebrate my 26th. Food was great but the company was greater. I had fun that night opposed to me going to a nightclub dancing my cares away as I would have it were I still 25 years old. You can say that I've mellowed with age. As for maturity, not sure yet, as some people have pointed out that I still am pretty 'childish' in some sense and I'm not telling what.
Thank you for sharing my 26th with me Zona, Lydia, Estella and Aqmal. You guys are great and I really enjoyed Friday night. Thank you for a great night. (((((((HUGS)))))))
Had a nice, quiet dinner with a some close friends on Friday night at La Bodega to celebrate my 26th. Food was great but the company was greater. I had fun that night opposed to me going to a nightclub dancing my cares away as I would have it were I still 25 years old. You can say that I've mellowed with age. As for maturity, not sure yet, as some people have pointed out that I still am pretty 'childish' in some sense and I'm not telling what.
Thank you for sharing my 26th with me Zona, Lydia, Estella and Aqmal. You guys are great and I really enjoyed Friday night. Thank you for a great night. (((((((HUGS)))))))
Thursday, March 04, 2004
I let my training wheel show
My gawd, it is times like this that I wish I smoke. Yesterday, I showed the third wheel on my tricycle. I wish I hadn't lost my cool and sent that email. You see it is like this: My boss asked me to sent a second news release to this person, highlighting the fact that it is the same release but with a slightly different twist, sorta like announcing the end of something. Anyway, I sent it and then I got a reply from this person asking me if I'm "aware that the articles on X topic came out in the newspapers last week" and "please get a copy" from a certain party. I just saw red. So I sent back a reply featuring a 'grateful tone' with an ungrateful bite by pointing my wheel at a certain party though there was no name mentioned, for the reason for sending the news release. In short, I pointed my finger at someone else. When I came here, I noticed that this is a practice that is quite prevalent and I can't believe I did it myself. I feel horrible after I pressed the Send button. My boss came over to tell me that is not how I should have done it and I know that. I wished I hadn't let my temper rule my actions. There is no way I can come back from this. The only thing I can do is to grow up faster by learning more. I can't believe I showed my boss how childish I was yesterday. *sigh*