today was supposed to be the last day of work. but tiffany psycho -ed me lor. say how good she treated me , say i cannot bail on her. yak yak yak.
i was like thinking. good? if you call mental , physical and social torture good.
physically tortured : my feet. standing around the whole day.
skipping lunch. for the info. i suffer from gastric pains?
mentally tortured : this jobs haunts me. even in my sleep , i dream of asking people ' if they would be interested in appearing in commercials.'
and do you know how dejecting / depressing it is to be rejected right in the face? oh my dignity and pride [ goes drama mode like those women seen in korean dramas]
socially tortured : by the time i start school , the entire nafa campus would probably know me as a talent scout who scamed them by ' accidently ' leaving out the information that they have to pay for their own makeup if they were modelling.





DID YOU KNOW THAT UTT TAKES THE MRT? BETCHA DIDNT. HE WAS LIKE IN THE SAME CABIN AS ME LAH.

WHY MRT ? NOT TAXI? WEIRD...(see how this job influences me. im already speaking like tiffany. )



oh. i feel like ugly betty in this job. you can say its slightly associated. modelling and fashion , they go together, dont they?
well, jamie , trish and tiffany are like the ultimate bitches EVER.
they bitch about each other right in each others face.
tiffany can say something and trish just rolled her eyes at me , indicating her thoughts.
it's a dog it dog world out there. to be more specific.
it's a bitch eat bitch world.



i was feeling extremely emo today , so i dressed according to my mood. surprisingly , the all black ensemble and a slap of eyeliner didnt scare people. so im not so dao anymore.


ok. random. skip.



on my way back home , this was the situation on the train. the two sleeping beauties were like edging closer and closer to me. i didnt know to laugh or to cry.