"Do you know," Virginia began as I brought my car to a halt at the traffic lights in Phileo Damansara, "that many actresses in Hollywood take many years before they get a speaking part?"
I nodded quietly.
"And here you are, your first commercial and you've got lines!" she squealed.
"But, Virginia, the commercial is..." I said.
"For panty napkins. I know," she said matter-of-factly.
*in love with Steve McCurry's work * used to have a camera permanently attached to left hand * selective memory * painfully shy * fascinated by storytellers and images * laughs a little too much * tattooed and pierced but still docile * stopped trying to save the world a year ago * hates rude people * occasionally have conversations with random strangers * loves Robbie Williams and Oasis * tries to look punk sometimes * enjoys conversations with children * gets high on life * drinks Malibu * secretly wants to be 5 years old again * experimenting with lomography * no more madonna gap
2 Comments:
i think it's a good start.. you might graduate and move up to tampons next!! :D
congratulations anyway hehehe
By Anonymous, at 12:20 PM
*stares daggers at you*
By Disco Ball Pixie, at 3:19 PM
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