another one

writing, it is my act of procrastination. It is my guilty pleasure, my resting place i guess.

It's been a long day at work, so tired but cannot rest my eyes in peace.
So you know what's next.





Caffeine plus the net.
I'm just your typical neurotic gal livin' a workin woman's lifestyle.

there are so many thoughts, random ones.
you know, they call me the scatterbrain.


anyhow, another chapter on a model's life. i am not obsessed with models though i love seeing them on fashion TV, even more live from the fashion show. Well, i dont have anything agaisnt them either. Btw, one day i just happened to pick up a book from the "best Seller" section in IP. I even saw one cafe in bandung doing a book launching and book signing program for this particular book.

IN BED WITH MODELS. the writer is the infamous moammar emka who writes the u-must-be-living-in-a-cave-if-you-never-heard-of JAKARTA UNDERCOVER.

the book tells many epic stories of models whom you can pay to go to bed with you. I was surprised to know many different kinds of backgrounds, of motives and of consequences that they have to live with in regards to their decisions. The review on the book is posted in my fs. i dont want to repeat what i've said. but the impact to me is quite profound. Suddenly i did not dream of walking down the runway anymore. Well as a kid, i used to dream that one day, karl lagerferd or dolce and gabanna would accidentally find me while doin shoppin in Paris. Then they will offer me to become the icon of their labels. haha. It's a dream, ok!

but then i thought what the book says is very true: there is no such thing as free lunch

whoever said being a model is easy, dont know what they talkin abt.

there are expensive prices to pay. The book exactly said that: they have to sleep with ugly looking boss-boss yang dulu pas belum punya uang ga bisa dapetin cw cantik. sekarang udah bangkotan, punya uang, baru bisa bayar buat ngerasain tidur sama cw cakep. DAMN. the models admit some of the clients do have a very bad body odour and bad breathe. EW. jijoy2 deh ceritanya. baca aja sendiri.

When i look thru fashion magazine, i used to envy those beautiful people who only need to walk back and forth a runway, in designer clothes of course, then they got paid million and millions of rupiah. Some of them married a politican's son, or a successful businessman or sumthing like tat. Fame and fortune are pieces of cake. but then i realised, there are thousand of beautiful women in indonesia alone who are qualified to become a bintang lux. But they must have go the hard way to be on top of the game. The book said, HONESTLY there is no other way to the top but the CLOSED BACK DOOR way.

I was like: if tat were true. no thanks. i rather be an ordinary neurotic workin gal who well, may be hav to work harder to get the success that i want. but at least, talents and hardworks still count

enuf of the critics, i still love reading vogue magazine, read the fabulous life of heidi klum, gissele and elle.
over my third glass of caffeine.

gotta got back to work
au revoir