Just because today is the last day I can say that as a fact.
Who would’ve thought you could get numerous benefits just by moving from point A to point B?
Blessed with long legs—nevermind the fact that I get bruises easily—I have the opportunity to grace the runways during fashion shows, from small to big ones. All I have to do is show up, sit around for hours, have myself made up to whatever look that’s needed for the night, don the outfit assigned to me, and wait for my turn to walk—that much preparation for less than a minute of walking with all eyes on you, but I’m not complaining. How can I complain when I get at least one of the following: cash, gift certificates, gift packs, clothes. Besides these material rewards, meeting new people is another perk.
I’m no professional, and from time to time, people ask me why I don’t turn it into a career. Here’s why: Because it’s not something I want to be known for. It will always be only one of the many things I do for fun, one of the many things I can do with walking.
*13May: This is a very timely post—I just found out yesterday that I made it in Philippine Fashion Week!
If you think some circumstances can only happen on the big screen, you’re right, but exclude being left by a plane.
Last week, I was bound to leave for Boracay and you know what happened next.
Day 1: Missed the flight and booked for another one the next day. Despite the pouring rain, I decided to drive that night and spend the money, supposedly for some island seafood, on a hearty dinner with my mom and sis instead.
Day 2: Flight delayed for three hours, and this was after some lengthy canvassing the day before on which flight to take. Good choice, good choice.
Half Day 3: Slept
But it was all worth it, even with the reduced number of days spent stepping on white sand. It was an amusing way to spend half of the getaway, and with no sarcasm I say this. Obviously this not something I wish for to happen again, but what’s the next picture?