Confession Stand
I have to make a confession. I am falling in love with The It Girl, Ultimate Trashy Pink Queen Paris Hilton.
First of all, it's amazing how this chick who doesn't know what Walmart is is giving tabloids a whole loada stuff to talk about. I mean, really, look at her. She is Ugly. With the capital 'U'.
Don't get your knickers in a knot, now, I'm not comparing Little Miss Blue Eyes here with mere mortals. I'm comparing her with the likes of the Bling Bling Blondie Sistahood: Jessica I-Look-Like-Barbie Simpson, Christina Aguisong-chameleon-starletlera, etc. I guess I'd pick her over only one person- Britney Spears. [only because she has saggy boobs and has more horrid faux pas]
Think about it. She may not be smart, but I honestly wouldn't mind swapping lives with her. Who wouldn't? You'd be gracing international tabloids/mags every day with The Latest Weekend Romp, the newest nip slip on the skimpy little pink number only a certain Hilton can pull off, you'd be living off the bling blings and if that isn't enough, you have that gajabillion dollar contract with Guess? which means you're gracing Guess? ads worldwide.
How Paristacular!
Hell, with a life like hers, she should SELL her sex tapes and I don't even mind her stupidity of not knowing who [oh, wait, I meant what] Walmart is.
And she's one who actually deserves to be called Paris.
Anyway, guess who's gonna be a Cleo Eligible Bachelor come 2005?
Yesd. It's Jeremy I-Swiped-an-Almost-Nekkid-Postcard-of-a-Sisley-Male-Model Bum Bum. [And in case you're wondering, the putting in the middle name thing is my current fave thing to do. haha] You have to admit, he is pretty hot, gay or otherwise.
So fun!
I hope he gets into the finals. The shoot's this weekend and he's making a big fuss about losing his flab. Which is pretty much absent from what I can see. Oh. And he has a pimple that has it's own zipcode. It's THAT huge. Me & Phin were using it against him like crazy on the Tangs' party night. Pretty funny shit. Poor Jeremy bumsters.
I used to be pretty uncomfortable around Jeremy coz he's so quiet compared to hanging around Phin [who seems pretty tired nowadays]. But I've learnt to appreciate the silence. And the constant irritating "Why?" from him.
I love the people I work with.
We're going to shop at Club 21 tomorrow. [Speaking of shopping, people at Energie/ Miss Sixty at Heeren are fuckheads. I hate them] Woohoo!
The product shoot's on Friday and I cannot wait for the Jan fashion spread shoot coz I really really badly wanna meet Catalog's stylist.
I bought a book today. Surprise, surprise! Considering that I can get a top with the moolah for the book and that I'm constantly surrounded by clothes, i was pleasantly surprised when I went "Eh, I need to buy a book lah."
I think it was divine intervention.
Wait. More like intermission.
Yup, so I bought a book. And a fancy dandy handpainted glass beaded necklace plus this uber cool preppy top. Nice. And I've decided not to blow almost a hundred smacks on that Topshop jacket, instead Imma get this denim fitted jacket we borrowed from Far East. After the shoot, that is.
And I got Anna Sui smackers. Damn hot packaging I tell you. Anna Sui prolly has one of the best make up packaging ever. I only can't stand the models they use in their ads.
My feet hurt from walking too much. And I still need to wash the wax gunk outta my hair. Till later. Toodles.
posted by Fuzzy @ 23:05
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