Living under your spotlight.

It's been a hectic week, with work coming in like it's on freeflow, but I guess staying positive is helping? lol. ranting too - but i'd rather save them for my closer friends and family members, cause i know they love me and don't mind me yakking non-stop on days when I'm really unhappy. so, a big big thank you for the ones who've been there for me, and lent a ear when I needed someone to listen. :)

anyhows, i was too busy to blog about the lifestyle party that my company organised. The one that caused a big hooha in the newspapers due to a certain celebrity's displeasure over the event. Ho hum, I'm gonna have to be discreet because i really don't want my blog to be turned up in google search, especially when all the people in PR are adept at doing media monitoring. hahaha.

so this certain party, let's just call it S for convenience sake, really made me open up my eyes to this whole new world. A world full of glamour, high fashion, celebrities, and pride. Yes, pride too; because some of the VIPs invited had attitudes that matched the smell of my mouldy ballet shoes. That night, I saw arrogance strutting around like it was on the runway, upturned noses, and crazy tantrums. Hahaha. If I'm ever gonna become rich, let's just hope that money can buy me humility too - cause I certainly don't wanna become like some of these rich people/celebrities I've encountered. That said, I did meet a couple of down-to-earth celebs too, thank God! :)

Apart from getting to see many rich tai-tais who were dressed up to the nines, celebrities, gorgeous and leggy models, professional photographers, and amazingly enough, Grace from bp/np who was working as an usher, the S party also taught me that even rich people love free things too. Lol! There was an appalling number of high society people that came to our little booth to "enquire" about the red bags that we had in a corner, mind you. I repeated the sentence, "I'm sorry, these are press kits for the media" so many times I almost thought I became a broken recorder. :(

Well, it was my first time at such a glam glam party afterall, and the first thing that hit me was discomfort. i felt absolutely out of place in my -coughs, dare i say it- This Fashion dress, even though i was just manning a little booth and doing registration. And my makeup was so light that I might as well not put any at all, since my colleague asked me, "Hey Estella, you want me to help you put on some makeup?" MEH! :/ Hahaha.

And one more thing, I realised that as much as I'd like to believe that I'm the easygoing and "go with the flow" kind, I absolutely cannot dance ON STAGE with strangers. This weird guy dragged me and my colleague (pictured above) up the stage for the last song, and suddenly I just wished that the ground could come swallow me up. IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING CAN?! I tried, very reluctantly, to dance, but I only felt stupid. And I saw my colleague getting high in no time, dancing and grinding to the beat. And I felt even lousier. So I did the only thing a loser will do, I walked off stage. I guess there's really only two reasons I'd dance with people. One is when it's with a dance troupe, or class; and the other will be when I'm high on drinks and in the company of trusted friends. Guess it just ain't me to be up there hamming it up for the cameras and dancing like an idiot to a song that doesn't even get my feet tapping. The cameraman later approached my colleague and I for a photo, and thankfully, it didn't turn out all that bad so I'm posting it up! Haha. He's a pretty nice guy, and we obliged when another cameraman offered to help the three of us take a photo. So funny.

ANYWAYS, I'M MISSING MY FRIENDS! :)
( Esp. Miss Jolene Chua who's currently checking out hot milkmen and chomping on swiss chocolate. )