I’m Apple, and I’m autocratic. I’m Tumblr and I’m monocratic.

I’m Apple, and I’m autocratic. I’m Tumblr and I’m monocratic.

How can I edit my tumblr layout and get a comment link for every post? I guess not. It’s not like Blogger. Alright, I gotta adapt to this new format. I love the photo upload here though.

Tumblr’s suh-weet layout is what got me to stay. The looks I say! The looks! Just like an Apple.

Pretty. I want one.

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Obtaining the NASSA Gold Star was a long-awaited accomplishment. I’d borne a half tanned forehead at the start of my internship, and it was because the NASSA cap didn’t fit. Why? I was the oldest kid in the group that day… yes. The rest of the kids were in Primary School.

Well, I did it anyway. And here’s the evidence to prove it! My certificate came only after three months. You see how inefficient these people are?

Beautiful!

My certificate was all crumpled — got it ironed out… and probably will laminate it soon!

Pretty medallion!

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I was invited for Topshop’s We Are One exclusive party as a style scout-hopeful!

I don’t think I will win the chance to be a Style Scout. I went late, got lousy pictures… and ate lots of chocolate. Won’t look good in clothes that way. Why, oh why did you feed me?

The clothes were pretty suh-weet though. And we got free frozen yoghurt, a photos, and a goodie bag :)

The ugly, unglam photo-booth style shots we took!

While the blisteringly hot car park heated things up for Fall/ Winter, we sweated our butts off standing on parking kerbs, trying to take a peek at the clothes from behind the VIP barrier.

The normal folks like us stand behind the barrier to watch the live fashion show on our left on a flat screen.

As everybody started to make their exit.

The “perfect” models. I got this shot while blocking 5 people behind me who were scrambling to get to the escalator. Yes, they probably wanted to push me.

We walked around the Topshop outlet at B2, saw a Channel 8 actress, whose name I cannot recall, and headed to Takashimaya for a late dinner. Guess who we bumped into! The Topshop models! They were having their dinner at the food court as well. They actually eat! Local fare! No. Wait. They eat!

And I guess if you’re a model, you’ll feel like slapping the author right now.