Things I’ve learnt/realized in the last week (or so):
1) Proscrastinaton is the root of all evil. (Or is evil the root of all procrastination? Hahhaha.)
2) I am a girly girl. (Good? Bad? I dunno.)
3) If you want to stop traffic, wear a wedding gown and prance around in public.
4) Some small tiny part of me might just be an attenton whore. (Hahahhaa!)
So these last few days marked my foray into modelling. I like/enjoy it a lot more than I expected, which is… good, I guess. Heh. I disliked taking photos and looking at myself when I was a teenager- awkward teenage years and all that. (And damn, it really was awkward!) And then around the time I was 17-18, I started to be really become comfortable with myself…. and for some reason, I could bear to look at photos of myself. LOL. And now, I think there are some times when I do look good in photos. Evolution, baby. Heheheh.
Anyway, I digress. I was always so ambivalent about modelling for various reasons but I’m definitely finding it a lot more fun than I thought. Which is cool.
My first job was a little meh to me. I was (and felt) pretty much like a prop for the new product that this company is introducing. It wasn’t too difficult to anything. But b’cos the focus was on the product, I felt like cattel. Which kinda sucked at times. And I was in a Chinese-speaking environment… so while I can understand some Chinese, most of the time I felt so out of the loop.
On the upside, the hair/make-up lady was really nice and a great help. She was encouraging and sorta guided me in some things, which was good. However, I felt bad at times; I get fidgety/restless after having to hold a pose and I’d move around and the poor lady has to come and arrange my hair every time I moved. The photog was pretty nice too; sure he got my name wrong a few times but he too was quite encouraging and directed me to do what I needed to do. (And I had the impression that he’s quite successful and prolific, so it was cool that I got to work with him.)
Only a few of the pics had me facing front-on, and I’m hoping that one won’t make the cut. Co I don’t like it, and something looks off to me. Oh well. At any rate, I doubt (I praaaaay) that no one or few people realize that it’s me. Hahahahah.
My second job was a helluva lot more fun. I got the assignment on very short notice but decided to take it on (and skip classes! Gaaaah. I kinda felt bad about that….) cos I thought it’d be interesting. And it was- fun and interesting and everything in between. I’m really glad I did it actually. :) The photog was v. nice (and funny… which is good cos sometimes you need a reason to smile). The 2 ladies from the company were also v. nice and also looked out for me. Good experience all around.
The assignment was for a bridal company. Yes, you saw right. Bridal as in wedding. Heh. The interesting part is that I had to work with someone else. Thinking about it now, I can’t believe I did that- hahahha. Anyway, the guy I worked with is named William. He’s a year older, a little taller and quite cute. Hee. And he’s a v. nice, sweet guy. Like, he would help me up, offered to carry my bag, opened doors for me. As a person, I didn’t feel uncomfortable with him; more like the situation was uncomfortable at times. (of course, shameless!Liza had to ask if he has a girlfriend… but I didn’t ask til the end of the day. Hahahha. Oh, the answer is no.)
Initially, I was a little worried about it…. but we first met the day before the shoot (when we went to get fitted for our clothes) and we had a nice conversation. So, that sorta allayed my nerves. The good thing is that we mesh pretty well. We could hold a conversation, joke around and stuff like that. We got along, which is a plus when you’re taking photographs and pretending to be in wedded bliss. (LOL!)
The shoot was an outdoor shoot. Which was crazy fun. (So if you saw a girl prancing around in a wedding dress, that might’ve been me.) We went to a few places: like Fullerton, Boat Quay, Chinatown and Sentosa. It was tiring, esp. walking in freakin’ heels and wearing a wedding gown.
Of course, we were incredibly uncomfortable and awkward in the first few photos. To pose in an close way with someone you just met and having to pretend to feel something for them is hard. And very very awkward. We cracked up a few times, naturally- okay, I cracked up a few times. But hey, laughter is the best way to diffuse a tense situation. We got better as time went on, of course, and by the end of the day, we didn’t bat an eyelash. Well, we still kinda cracked up (okay, mostly me) whenever we were directed to look at each other. Heh. But otherwise, I think mostly we got used to it. What we didn’t quite get used to was having people watch as we attempted to look like newlyweds. Hahahha. Talk about awkwardness! I hope the photos turn out good and that we were convincing enough. Hehehehe.
It’s v. weird to see yourself in a wedding gown. A little surreal. My hair was up, had make up on (it was v. pretty- I liked it), had flowers in my hair, a bouquet… and wearing a wedding dress. Very weird. We had two outfits, and I prefer our second one. I thought we looked good in that. I wore a corset-like dress (the bodice has lace and beads) with a longggggg train- it was an absolutely beautiful dress, and I loved it so much. And I had a tiara-thingy on my head. Hahahha. That dress really made me feel gorgeous. He wore a white suit, which looked very sharp. When I first saw it on the hanger, I didn’t think it’d look nice but it did. So, yeah I thought we looked good in that set of clothes. Hee!
There’s something quite… special about wearing a wedding gown. It just makes you feel really beautiful. I felt like a freakin’ princess. Hee. It was cool. And people react to it. It was… a little uncomfortable to have heads immediately turn to you when you walk past in a wedding gown. Especially, when y’know you’re not really a bride. Hahahahaah. (*cough* But it was kinda nice in some ways… hence, the fact that I might be a tiny attention-whore. Heh.)
We had some funny/interesting reactions to us throughout the day. At Chinatown, we couldn’t escape attention. While posing for some pics, I saw people (tourists, mostly) snapping photos of me and us two. It’s weird- you get self-conscious and embarrassed. Then when we walked through this alley of shops, the photog was snapping pics as we walked, which cracked me up… cos I felt so conspicious! Hahaha. And then while we were taking yet more photos, yet more people took pics of us and watched us pretend to be in love. Hahahaha. Awkwaaaard. But William and I laughed through it ‘cos it was the only way we could do it. Heh. And then again at Sentosa. Someone came up and asked if he could take a photo of us and next thing, a bunch of people are too. I was like “Whaaaa?”. (Seriously… what are those people gonna do with the pics? And I feel bad ‘cos they probably think that we’re a real couple, when we were just pretending. Sorry peeps!)
The other reaction we got was getting congratulated. LOL. That about killed me. It first happened in the Fullerton lobby when we were walking past and someone working there congratulated us. What could I do but say “thank you”? No time to go into explanations! Hahaha. We got that a few more times, and mostly rather than explain that it was only a photoshoot, we just said thanks. LOL. People just assume, I guess.
One other thing: Caucasian women seemed to most respond to seeing a bride. I had a few Caucasian women tell me that I looked beautiful (don’t all brides?) and just expressing joy at seeing a supposedly-wedded couple. (Oh man, we had 2 people ask if we had gotten married, and those were the 2 instances when we set the record straight. Oyyy. I’m too young for marriage yo!) And most of them just smiled at me (in a awww-you’re-getting-married-yay! sorta way). I think for them weddings are a really big deal, and they react to it openly, even with strangers. Heh.
At any rate, it was a good day. I had a lot of fun, and I’m definitely glad that William and I got along. Made it a lot easier to work together. I think my fave pics will be from the 2nd half of the day (with my fave dress) cos we got shots at Sentosa, which I think will look good, and at Boat Quay/Fullerton at sunset… which hopefully will look uber-romantic. Hehehe.
Okay… how totally weird will it be to see photos of me a) in a wedding dress and b) looking (or trying to!) lovey-dovey with someone? This is like a preview of my own future wedding or something. Hahahaha. (Except that my future husband will be JD Fortune. Hahahaha. I keed, I keeed. Wishful thinking baby.) I seriously love that second dress and would want to wear something like that for my actual wedding day. Awwwww. And imagine how something like this would be with someone you love… I bet it’d be easier and a lot more fun, cos obviously the love is there and being all cute and lovey would come naturally. Hehe.
And I realize that I actually do like the whole hair/make-up thing. Having someone (who’s good) do it for you is awesome. Makes you look like a million bucks. Hehehe. And then to have someone fuss over you; make sure your hair is right, your make-up is flawless and our clothes look good… again, you feel freakin’ pampered. Hee! What I dislike is getting all that gunk (make-up, hairspray) off- what a paaaaaain.
Then, at the end of the day, I drove myself crazy hoping that the shoot would end early-ish and that I’d have time to change and haul ass to watch Peter Pan. I was like 5 minutes late though and got locked out until 20 min into the show. Oh well. And I’m going to hell for thinking that thinking that the kid who played Peter is cute. First Tom Felton, then Dan Radcliffe and now Peter Pan-kid. Maaaaan, what’s with these cute/good-looking kids?
Need sleep. It’s been a long day.
:)