yesterday's photoshoot was kind of weird..
it's one thing when you see the professional models pose into the camera and smile and take the perfect shots.
it's a totally different thing when *you* are the model.

and i was still reeling from the pain when my stylist plucked out 3/4 of my eyebrows out..

i had never seen *so* much eyebrow hair before...

"oh...your eyebrows are sooo thick..*PLUCK*...but you've got a beautiful arch...*PLUCK*..have you done threading before? no? ok...*PLUCK*...CLOSE YOUR EYES...*PLUCK*...hmm...actually you have nice, big eyes too... *PLUCK* but veeeery thick eyebrows *PLUCK*... HOLD STILL...*PLUCK*"

and here i was biting my lips so hard trying not to scream.

now that it's been 24 hours and the makeup's been washed down the sink, my eyes are swollen and there's a lighter patch where my eyebrows used to be, because they were so thick, they protected the skin from being tanned by the sun's rays.

is the beauty worth the pain?

no.

although i might change my mind after the photos come out.

but actually, the photoshoot itself was quite fun, although i was wobbling the entire time trying to keep my balance on the shoes...

but the photographer was quite nice, eventhough he came an hour late. atleast he was friendly and all..

"give me a smile? yes.. good.. wonderful... turn around a little... not too much... ok, a little bit more... perfect... give me one more smile, this time without the teeth...beautiful..one more shot...this is going to turn out great..."

eurgh.

after a while the "great/wonderful/beautiful" comments became a little irritating...

i'm just hoping that the photos turn out to be "great", "wonderful" or at least "beautiful".

but the makeup was defintiely wayang-ish... probably going to complain to my sis, since it was under her whole influence that i got into this whole thing since she modelled for the same company when she was in jc.

according to pea.. i didn't look very comfortable...
which was true..i guess.

she's probably the one who i should listen to since she spent the entire time doing what i did when i waited for my sister to finish when i was 8 - she sat on a stool near the corner with an amused look on her face, watching the whole thing.

and jean said the makeup made me look really old..

jean: the makeup makes you look older..
me: really? how old..
jean: um... like an adult..
me: like how old?
jean: um...28..?
me: HAR?
jean: ...29?
me: WHAT?!

so in the end i looked almost *double* my age..

ick.