At 9am on Friday morning, I received a text message from my mum, which said: “Saw you in papers. You look very prt.” (Isn’t she cool? She can text in SMS lingo!)
The reason for her excitement?
That is the front page of zbnow, the lifestyle section of Lianhe Zaobao (think the Chinese version of ST Life!). Unfortunately, I did not make it to front page because I am extraordinarily gorgeous, or because I scaled Mount Everest.
It’s because I wear kids’ clothing.
YZ, a friend of MY (I know, my friends are all known by their abbreviations) is a reporter at zbnow and was looking for someone to interview for the story. I said yes, and she mentioned doing a photoshoot. Three weeks later, my mother-in-law rang while we were having breakfast on Friday morning to say that hey, I was on the front page and then Popartgirl texted me to tell me how her mother had dashed excitedly into her room to ask if that was me.
After receiving that funny text from my mum, I called her and she asked, “So, how much did they pay you?” She had thought that I was a paid model! When I told her I wasn’t paid at all, she groaned and said that the newspaper had gotten too good a deal because I looked so pretty. I love my mum.
Most of the clothes featured were mine and I even slyly added in my Manchester United boys jersey, heh heh.
I am probably breaking copyright laws by putting these up (Ass Pee Hedge was, afterall, my former employer and I know all about their ways) but heck. Here’s the second page of the story and the story is here if you want to read it. I’m simply amazed they can find the last character of my name in the system – it’s an ancient word that does not exist anymore.