
Exactly one week ago…
I saw my mum being so proud of me for the first time in my life. She never said it but somehow she showed it. Quite blatantly I guess. She went on to laminate my cert for it to be put into a booklet, have another copy to be placed in a plague and ordered a large-sized photo of me shaking the Director’s hands. (Damn, I should have made an impromptu pose with him.)
It was certainly much more worth it than having a studio shot over at Serangoon Broadway which initially I don’t mind for a once-in-a-lifetime thingy, but the auntie’s hard-selling ticked me off. Sorry auntie, bad customer service = bad impression = no deal!
I felt bad though that she had to take a 45-min bus ride alone all the way from Dover back to Ang Mo Kio. Continue reading →








