dada diaries: day 02.
there's nothing more effeminate than having makeup applied to you. whether or not it's foundation, lip gloss or eyeliner, i usually feel somewhat liberated. at this point you'd probably think that i've chucked my inhibitions out the door, but i'm really saying this as a straight guy: makeup rocks!...as long as the person who's applying it to you knows what their doing.
today's photoshoot for the doctorjob.com.my magazine went well enough. they were expecting someone significantly slimmer...i suppose that the old photos that i'd submitted to them had them convinced that i was my 16 year old strapping counterpart. that 65kg'd, 30-inch waisted version of me is done and gone for...temporarily. (i'm trying to comfort myself). the Courses Now! business edition is published bi-annually; it's basically a magazine for business students or aspiring business students. people actually pay money for the magazine, though i've never heard of it prior to today. and i'm one of the two cover boys. cover boy #2 was a lot fitter. and although he didn't show it, i'm pretty sure he had a lot of fun with the makeup. he had rosy cheeks. i was spared that indignity.
the makeup session took place at the gti specialist publishers' offices in seri kembangan. i made a repeat retiming of the alarm each time it went off...6 a.m. became 6:30, which in turn became 7. i prepped 3 sets of formal wear and casual wear each, under the impression that they were gonna snap us in different combinations. i was kinda miffed that we only were gonna be shot in one set. i mean...a striped, purple g2000 shirt deserves notice lah. nonetheless, the shoot itself was alright...it took place outside the bukit jalil stadium, by some weird satellite building. sitting around posing in front of a coke machine is by far the least amount of fun you can have, but at the end of the day, i got fifty bucks, so i really can't complain.
chin up.
lower.
too low! higher.
just right.
and if everything works out, i'm gonna look at least 10 kg lighter on the cover. i pray that i do. i'm hoping for one of those situations where i can lug the magazine around and show it off to people, with the appropriate "is that really you?!" coming out. i can only wish, anyway.
the committee visited the hotel today, and photos were taken. after taking a look at them, i've developed some reservations over the venue. it's a bit small...slightly worrying. there's not a lot of space for performances, and we might have to shift whatever band performances we have down to the dancefloor. and we can only have a dancefloor if we maintain our limit of guests to 200 pax, as opposed to 220 pax. the danger of it is that it deprives people of a dancefloor, but the question to ask is: is a dancefloor necessary?
decisions, decisions.
all in all, what's done is done. the deposit for the venue has been paid, and there's no escape. we probably have to focus on how to enhance the overall environment. the so-called cocktail/waiting area can have some girly frills in it. or whatever encapsulates celestial night in terms of cheap decorations bought at giant. the banquet hall (notice how i'm not calling it a ballroom anymore) might not impress as much as i'd first thought. according to the second batch who'd gone to the hall, it wasn't as extravagant or as grand as melissa had first implied. and not to offend anybody, but the majority usually outweighs the minority. unless you're green day.
one good thing about the banquet hall is its smoke machine, which comes complimentary that night. i'd risk taglining celestial night as a walk in the clouds (i need a copywriter), but it does give a nice feel of being slightly elevated. it's like genting for RM 95. at ground level. oh, fucking joy, eh?
in other news...
my aunt and uncle left for china this morning, leaving the house completely empty save for my other uncle and myself. which basically means i have the chance to run amok for the next week. bless my uncle, he doesn't really care what i do at home.
or...who i bring home.
sigh. you know you love me, yea? here's a massive, massive, MASSIVE wink going out to you.
last night was murni's. tonight is mcD's. heaven help me. i'm not getting any thinner.
today's photoshoot for the doctorjob.com.my magazine went well enough. they were expecting someone significantly slimmer...i suppose that the old photos that i'd submitted to them had them convinced that i was my 16 year old strapping counterpart. that 65kg'd, 30-inch waisted version of me is done and gone for...temporarily. (i'm trying to comfort myself). the Courses Now! business edition is published bi-annually; it's basically a magazine for business students or aspiring business students. people actually pay money for the magazine, though i've never heard of it prior to today. and i'm one of the two cover boys. cover boy #2 was a lot fitter. and although he didn't show it, i'm pretty sure he had a lot of fun with the makeup. he had rosy cheeks. i was spared that indignity.
the makeup session took place at the gti specialist publishers' offices in seri kembangan. i made a repeat retiming of the alarm each time it went off...6 a.m. became 6:30, which in turn became 7. i prepped 3 sets of formal wear and casual wear each, under the impression that they were gonna snap us in different combinations. i was kinda miffed that we only were gonna be shot in one set. i mean...a striped, purple g2000 shirt deserves notice lah. nonetheless, the shoot itself was alright...it took place outside the bukit jalil stadium, by some weird satellite building. sitting around posing in front of a coke machine is by far the least amount of fun you can have, but at the end of the day, i got fifty bucks, so i really can't complain.
chin up.
lower.
too low! higher.
just right.
and if everything works out, i'm gonna look at least 10 kg lighter on the cover. i pray that i do. i'm hoping for one of those situations where i can lug the magazine around and show it off to people, with the appropriate "is that really you?!" coming out. i can only wish, anyway.
the committee visited the hotel today, and photos were taken. after taking a look at them, i've developed some reservations over the venue. it's a bit small...slightly worrying. there's not a lot of space for performances, and we might have to shift whatever band performances we have down to the dancefloor. and we can only have a dancefloor if we maintain our limit of guests to 200 pax, as opposed to 220 pax. the danger of it is that it deprives people of a dancefloor, but the question to ask is: is a dancefloor necessary?
decisions, decisions.
all in all, what's done is done. the deposit for the venue has been paid, and there's no escape. we probably have to focus on how to enhance the overall environment. the so-called cocktail/waiting area can have some girly frills in it. or whatever encapsulates celestial night in terms of cheap decorations bought at giant. the banquet hall (notice how i'm not calling it a ballroom anymore) might not impress as much as i'd first thought. according to the second batch who'd gone to the hall, it wasn't as extravagant or as grand as melissa had first implied. and not to offend anybody, but the majority usually outweighs the minority. unless you're green day.
one good thing about the banquet hall is its smoke machine, which comes complimentary that night. i'd risk taglining celestial night as a walk in the clouds (i need a copywriter), but it does give a nice feel of being slightly elevated. it's like genting for RM 95. at ground level. oh, fucking joy, eh?
in other news...
my aunt and uncle left for china this morning, leaving the house completely empty save for my other uncle and myself. which basically means i have the chance to run amok for the next week. bless my uncle, he doesn't really care what i do at home.
or...who i bring home.
sigh. you know you love me, yea? here's a massive, massive, MASSIVE wink going out to you.
last night was murni's. tonight is mcD's. heaven help me. i'm not getting any thinner.
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