And I'm drinking my water

The first hour- "Do you really have to shape my eyebrows?" She nods and goes on and on about how much difference shaped eyebrows will make to my whole face. Apparently, I'll look quite astonishing and stunningly beautiful. By the way, I look like I have 2 furry caterpillars sitting on my face, for those of you who don't know. So the shaping begins. "Okay that looks fine. I don't like those really thin eyebrows lots of girls like. It makes them look so fake." But she ignores me and continues. "Okay okay that will do. I don't want them too thin." She finally listens and looks at my reflection in the mirror in front of me to admire her handiwork. I was somewhat disappointed. I didn't look that much astonishing nor stunningly beautiful. I just looked somewhat neater. And then on comes the layers of thick foundation. That was one mother of a foundation. My 3 pimples (YES I WOKE UP WITH ANOTHER GODDAMN PIMPLE ON MY FACE THAT MORNING) and shockingly dark eyerings were covered up within seconds. My skin appeared porcelain-like flawless. I looked scary, even, like a freak with skin that's too good to be true. Not a single line or wrinkle or sign of emotion. Whoaa. A small sticker is stuck onto the center of my left eyelid to balance out my double eyelids (right eye's double eyelid is much more obvious than left eye's). Gotta know all the tricks. Blue eyeshadow in shades of both dark and light are layered on and smudged. Liquid eyeliner is drawn and makes my eyes sticky for 10 seconds as I blinked frantically in dismay. "The eyeliner's making my eyes stick together." After a while they stop sticking, and she piles on electric blue mascara. Whoa. And I mean pile. My eyelashes clump together and there are bits of mascara sticking to the ends. Eurgh. THEN SHE GRABS THE EYELASH CURLER. Hello hello.. rule #1, NEVER CURL YOUR LASHES AFTER APPLYING MASCARA.. YOUR LASHES WILL BREAK. I was stunned for a while. "Err.. are you going to use that on me? Now?" She smiles and nods. "But but.. you're not supposed to curl after applying mascara. It makes your lashes break." AAH she ignores me and curls them anyway *sob* And she nips my eyes as well as she does it. Warm, pink blush then colours my pale cheeks and almost half an entire tube of lipgloss comes onto my lips. Talk about shiny. And yeah, NASA called me up at that very moment to warn me to ease up on the gloss- the light reflecting off my lips could be seen from space and was confusing astronauts. Off come my jeans and black tee and on comes a slinky black skirt and skimpy halter top. I make friends with the cameraman and watch him as he sets up the settings. Very cool black background. I make a few poses. I feel stiff. I'm told my emotions aren't sultry enough. Err, right. My mouth drops open slightly and I gaze into the camera with cat-like eyes. I get positive remarks. Okay, sultry it is then.

The second hour- I lie on the floor and remind myself to suck my tummy in and relax the muscles in my calves. Not working very well. The gigantic fan on the floor blows my hair like a mad woman. Off comes slinky outfit and on comes plaited Burberry skirt, white singlet and loose black top. And sky high brown heels. Ooh it's a different coloured background and looks like he's set up a few blocks to form platforms for me to sit on. I sit on top of the blocks and feel like I'm part of a Vincci ad. After a while I'm asked to kick off my shoes and sit onto the floor with my legs neatly tucked to the side. I'm starting to feel less stiff by now. The fan is still blowing at my hair and he has to keep asking me to pull my fringe down as it keeps getting blown to the side. Off comes good girl attire and on comes layered pink and white singlets, denim mini and pink Converse Chuck Taylors. He asks me to go get my hair done up, so I go. I watch my long hair being flipped casually into a bun and pinned, as long strands stick out from all angles. I'm immediately reminded of my Year 12 formal hairdo. I whiz back into the studio and hello, there's a grey fluffy stool in the middle of the set.. and a different coloured background, of course. "Act cute," he says with a wide smile. Errrrrrr, riiight. So I smile like mad and smirk like a schoolgirl and lean onto the stool with a cheeky attitude. Then he wants me to point my hand like a gun at my cheek with my left hand and do the same with my right hand, pointing towards the camera. Err. Okay. Man, I wasn't thinking I'd have to be this cute. The cuteness is finally over and off comes the outfit and on comes white and black pinstripe shirt with Audrey Hepburn inspired high collar and beloved Tsubi jeans.

The third hour- Ooh there's a groovy silver chair on the set when I return. So I sit on it and strike a few poses. I love the chair. And I'm starting to get the hang of the sultry look. Except he's starting to ask me to smile more. Fourth outfit comes off and on comes Lee jeans and black singlet. Sultry look is put to good use again. He then asks if I have any accessories with me, maybe a pair of sunnies or something. As a matter of fact I did. I was using my LV Cherry Blossom papillon and my shades were always in that bag. So I brought them out and he asked me to wear them on my head. Mmhmm no problem about that. A few smiles were flashed. I was then asked to push the shades down. "Eh? You mean wear them?" He nodded. How bizarre. I did it anyway.

The fourth *phew* hour- Off comes outfit and on comes red silk gown. He asks me to go get my hair done, and she twirls it up into a neater bun with more pins sticking into it. I return to the studio and the background's now a pretty shade of mandarin. I'm asked to lean against the wall of the background with my arms apart. And glare straight into the camera. Next, I'm instructed to put up one arm in a touching-the-high-wall pose with my other arm gently resting on the other. And glare straight into the camera. It's a few casual shots of my hands on my lower tummy after that. Then he brings in a white, high chair. Ooh eer me likes the chair. Shoots continue for a while until he informs me I get to choose my next outfit from their collection. I choose a gorgeous white silk kimono with pretty colourful peacocks and golden flowers sewn onto it.

The fifth hour- Gee I never knew kimonos were so heavy. Or that they had a tail at the back. Or that there was a pillow thingy stuck onto the back of the obi. Or that they were so high I was afraid my undies were going to show if I walked too fast. But it was sooo adorable! I then got my hair redone yet again. But this time, the top of my hair was poofed up and pinned, and the back of my hair was left down and drawn over my right shoulder. She then started applying some garish shade of pink lipstick onto my lips. "AAH that's too red!" She said it was just pink lipstick. Yeah, it's also bright pink lipstick. And I hate lipstick. Ew ew ew. Anyway.. I walked back cautiously to the studio, making sure I wasn't flashing anyone unintentionally and that I wasn't stepping on the tail at the back of the kimono that was trailing on the floor. Background colour was changed into a pretty red. Shots were taken and I ended up sitting on the floor in the end, with the sides of the kimono neatly tucked to make sure I wasn't showing off bits I don't want to be shown. It was such a pain getting into sitting position from standing up. "Smile for this picture." I smiled. "Smile more." I tried to smile more. "Bigger smile!" Okay okay, I let it go. Last flash went off and yay that was the last shot of the day.

Currently listening to: Pharrel - Frontin'