EVER.

Best Physique (title for the guys) and Body Beautiful (title for the ladies) were held in Shenanigan’s on a Tuesday night. My, oh my… that night it was. Started at 7pm, when JJ and I rushed over only to find out we’re having dinner first (which we skipped). We went straight to find out assigned make-up and hair stylists. I’d like to point out here that this is probably my favourite part of the entire competition. The make-up and hair transformation. Everything is done for you, and you can tell them how you want it. I walk in plain and bear faced and walk out… a potential model. I believe make-up, to a certain extent, is empowering.

I remember hearing this comment once when I was in high school in Year 12 (Perth), “I don’t get it. If people wear make-up to look natural then what’s the point of wearing make-up!” For a person who never wore make-up, even I thought what the fuck, are you just that stupid? Most people almost always only associate make-up with art, and they forget that make-up can also only be about covering up the flaws (like scars, blemishes, dark circles), just enough, to accentuate the natural beauty in one’s self. There’s nothing wrong with either really. In the end, it’s about impression management.

When it comes to modeling, of course, it’s bloody empowering. This is my honest input here -  I know I’m not ugly without make-up. I have lived through my teenage years without it. The fact that I had no problem with it, somehow, made me feel better about myself compared to all the contestants, because they seem to have heavy make-up, and I mean, stage-like make up, wherever they went. Including charity work. Why I mentioned it was empowering, is that every time I looked at myself the second my make-up artist said she’s finished, I get wowed. I looked really different, and a good different. That itself somehow just boost my esteem, just the fact that I could look different, even to myself.

 Anyway, sorry for that rant. By the time everyone’s make-up and hair were done it was 9pm or so and time for rehearsals. Steps were pretty much the same. As all the other steps we’ve learnt so far. By now, I was confident with “knowing where to go”. My brother was there that night, plus some of our family friends. If I’m not wrong there was a pretty good crowd too. Every other table was taken. As soon as it hit 10pm, we started lining up before hitting the stage. Nervous? Of course. As always. But just smile. Keep smiling was all I remembered telling myself. Don’t think about that next round you have to show your legs. Don’t think about the steps.

 If I’m not wrong, the first round was trendy dress with the male partner. Next was the individual swim wear round. Come to think of it right now, that night was the only night where I didn’t fuck up my choreography. At all. Anyway… photos photos photos.

 

 

Every time it was my turn I could hear the cheers from my brother and our friends.  Stuff like that just helps tremendously. Hearing them made me smile bigger and encouraged me to walk with my head held high no matter what. I remembered the tips I collected throughout the competition and exercised them that night. Hold the poses. Take your time. Smile. Engage.

 

 

While waiting for the results, everyone just chilled the fuck out. Finally when it was time to head out everyone had lost their mood. Including me. I was just tired, drained and hungry. Apart from the main titles, Best Physique and Body Beautiful, there also were Most Popular for males and females, which is selected based on votes from ppl who were clubbing that night. Surprise, surprise, my name was called out for Most Popular. But, not really. Because my brother was there, plus a lot of our friends, so votes definitely dominated from ppl I know. I was happy still. I won an Rm60 food voucher at Mosaic and a bottle of champagne. Then came the winner of Body Beautiful. “EEEeeeeeeeee… NESSA NGU!” I kid you not I almost fell of the chair.

I didn’t expect it. My brother n friends were cheering on like mad and I was grinning ear to ear. For someone who laughed about competitions like these I was such a sucker for winning! Hahahaha… was an awesome surprise. I never won anything first prize. There I was standing with both titles of the night.

Apparently everyone stayed to celebrate with the male winners who shared their champagne. JJ and I just went home. Well, not really. JJ went home but dropped me off to see some friends first. Friends definitely did not expect the good news but were happy for me anyway Theeen, I ended the night with green “shisha” and the movie Paranormal Acitvity.

Next update…. Coming soon!

So I’ve got this ridiculous 4 hour break. My next class is at 2pm. I just finished lunch at home (home cooked honey soy chicken rice betchez) and I guess I’m just waiting for time to pass. SO... I’ll do as I promised, and update about the KK competition.

After Mr. and Miss Asia city, the next event was Mr. and Miss Little Italy. Little Italy, the most rewarded Italian restaurant in KK, was also a sponsor of the event.  Everyone wore a dressed-up version of casual wear and had lunch there on a relatively quiet Monday afternoon. I wore my super high heels and a short mid waist skirt with my black top tucked in.

This picture doesn’t fully show my heels but really... they were high. I was the mufakin Eiffel Tower. Lunch was AMAZING. I was so tempted to binge. Such a tough situation for someone who was dieting. There was this dish, that looked like pasta rolls (imagine swiss rolls, but pasta sheets instead?), with spinach, cheese, eggs and napoletana sauce I guess or watever. That was my favourite… the pizzas and pastas were great but nothing exciting. The contestants were separated, guys one table and girls another, I felt so lonely, because JJ wasn’t with me, and everyone was speaking Chinese and talking about… clothes and… stuff.

And that’s me and the owner. Great guy… so smiley.

And owner with JJ. Spreading wisdom you reckon?

FOOOOOOOOOD..

And this is the one I was referring to! The amazing pasta rolls!

After lunch, we were asked to cat walk. OMG. Embarrassing. Cat walking in a restaurant where people were trying to have lunch. Every single one of us took turns to stroll forward and to the sides for photographers to take pictures. After that we were instructed to cat walk again, but in the sponsored Little Italy t-shirt, just ‘cause they wanted to know who could look the part, representing the restaurant and all. Or something. Hahahaha. Ok?

More pictures~

 

Decisions decisions..

 And your winners! 

Aww :) winners got a RM500 food voucher each.

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Thats it for today folks.. Will update the rest another day