It's official, I can never be cam-whore. The camera just hates me too much. That and my skin resembles a surface that is dotted with many pus filled volcano. I'm sure that doesn't sound very attractive neither does anal sex. But people still do it.

Modelling thing is off. They called and the interview time has been set, but Yvonne told me that the office looks really dodgy. Who am I kidding anyways? Me? A model. Yeah maybe if you find a midget, compare to those stilletos trotting Victoria's Secret models, appealing.

I told Ken to buy clothes for me when he goes back to GuangZhou (which, no matter how many times you tell me, is not China) cause it's damn cheap to buy good quality clothes there and I'm not all the cookie cutters OLs that believes a person's worth is measure by the amount of LV/Chanel/Gucci/Dior bags they have. I prefer cash/shares/funds/healthy kidney that can be sold for cash. (Ken cheering in the background)

So, back to the story, I told Ken not to buy those size 0 ones not because I cannot fit into it, but it's because that when I wear it, it makes me look like a walking skeleton. Well, that's the whole point, said Ken. Err, not really. I have already been mistaken by a lot of people that I must be anorexic/bulimic/taking diet pills/all three to be this skinny. I can certainly do without the skeletal image associated with wearing a size 0.

And no, shoving a burger down my throat will not fatten me up. I should know, I eat McDonald's almost every day.











I should cut down on using "/".