I realize that out of everything I’m supposed to be saying here, this is the last thing I should be leaving out… but aside from being swamped with work, there’s just so much I can and should say about this contest that I don’t even know where to begin.

It all started with me randomly auditioning in front of Play club in Wellington St. (LKF) - I wasn’t even sure whether or not I was going to do it until I actually did it. There were over 70 people who auditioned that night (Wednesday), and I got a call (Friday) that I made it to the top 20. 

I won’t even bother explaining every little detail of it, but Sunday I dragged a few friends (Felipe, Alex, and then Kuba and June) to accompany me to rounds 2 and 3. Round 2 was an on-the-spot interview asking me to say in front of the camera (I only got 1 try) why I should be the next Hong Kong correspondent for Fashion One TV and what it means for Hong Kong now that Fashion One TV is here. I blabbered on about having a curious mind and how it was important for the job, and how Fashion One’s presence in Hong Kong would cement the city’s place as a ‘world fashion capital.’ 

Round 3 comprised of each contestant standing in front of everyone and doing her own 15 second spiel for the camera.

After this round, everyone had to assemble in front of the judges (sound familiar?), and each girl who made it to the next round was called one by one. It felt so America’s-Next-Top-Model, it was awesome. Well, not the part where I wasn’t called, of course (roll eyes), but it’s pretty cool to have been “eliminated” in an actual reality show. Too bad there wasn’t an exit interview in which I could say, “those b*tches don’t know what they just lost..” ha! :))

You can view the video compilation of the auditions here, and of my audition here.

taken November 16, 2011

My roommates, Lingzi and Dorris, have an amazing wall of shoes at home. I have about the same shoe size as Lingzi, so I ‘borrowed’ her shoes for this outfit one twilight. I changed into flats when I went out later on, though. It was so incredibly warm that night as well, I remember. It felt like a 30 degree night. Tonight it’s around 21-23. The weather in Hong Kong cannot make up its mind, really.

Having gone home the past few nights at dawn, I spent the entire day today doing mostly nothing but rest and lounge about. I slept at around 5am, woke up at 11am, slept again until 1:30pm, grabbed a sandwich and headed to Central for a hair treatment with Allyanna at 3pm, went home, and then slept again until 8pm. Amazing. My dinner consisted of salami, grape, crackers, cheese, water, and then Kinder for dessert. :)

Oh, and if you haven’t voted yet, please vote me to be Hong Kong’s next Fashion Correspondent (for Lifestyle Asia and Fashion One) here - just click the thumbs up under the video (not the Facebook like button), and you can vote more than once! :)

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Please allow me to plug in an entry of self-promotion, as it only happens once in a while -

I randomly joined this contest to “become Hong Kong’s next fashion correspondent” for Fashion One and Lifestyle Asia a few days back in front of Play. This morning I got an e-mail that went like this:

Hi Yeni,


I just wanted write to say thank you for coming out to the party on Wednesday — hope you had a good time! Fashion One really liked your video so it made the top 20, and was posted online for the Reader’s Choice vote. The person whose video gets the most “thumbs up” will be one of the five finalists on the show.

So now I need you to vote for me here! I would appreciate it if you shared it with your friends in your status as well :D

Also, it might be interesting to look at the other contestants’ answers to the question “Why should you be Hong Kong’s next Fashion Correspondent?” :)

*please click the thumbs up under the video, not the facebook like button

*you can vote more than once! :)

The story of St. Maria Teresa painted a squalid picture of the city where she began her missions. But guess what? We are even dirtier than Calcutta. Manila holds 4th place as dirtiest city in Asia with a score of “Below Average” (TERRIBLE) at the same score are cities Bengalura and Mumbai in India and Hanoi in Vietnam. Hear that, folks? We have no right to complain about “dirty” when we hail from one of the dirtiest cities on earth. The only city to score lower than us was Karachi in Pakistan. At cleanest (well above average) was Singapore, followed by “above average” Hong Kong, Osaka, Seoul, Taipei, Yokohama, and Tokyo. Bangkok, Beijing, Delhi, Guangzhou, Jakarta, KOLKATA, Kuala Lumpur, Nanjing, Shanghai, and Wuhan scored “Average.”

The story of St. Maria Teresa painted a squalid picture of the city where she began her missions. But guess what? We are even dirtier than Calcutta.

Manila holds 4th place as dirtiest city in Asia with a score of “Below Average” (TERRIBLE) at the same score are cities Bengalura and Mumbai in India and Hanoi in Vietnam. Hear that, folks? We have no right to complain about “dirty” when we hail from one of the dirtiest cities on earth. The only city to score lower than us was Karachi in Pakistan.

At cleanest (well above average) was Singapore, followed by “above average” Hong Kong, Osaka, Seoul, Taipei, Yokohama, and Tokyo.

Bangkok, Beijing, Delhi, Guangzhou, Jakarta, KOLKATA, Kuala Lumpur, Nanjing, Shanghai, and Wuhan scored “Average.”

to answer a question, and to rewrite the awkward CNNGo write up previously published: My most favorite holiday in Asia, without a doubt, would be backpacking throughout Indochina exactly this time last year. I, along with six of my friends, began our journey in Ho Chi Minh City, and then traveled by foot, bus, bike, and boat through Phnom Penh, Siem Reap, Bangkok, Ko Pha Ngan, and back to Manila. The journey was not only a discovery of the Southeast Asia previously known to me only in history books, it was also a discovery of my identity. It was my first time to travel around my neighboring countries (I had been everywhere - Oceania, Europe, North America, Africa), but never around Southeast Asia before. I found it extremely ironic, given that I knew so little of my neighbors, much closer to me physically than those from Western civilizations, and yet I felt I had more in common with Americans or British folks (or so I thought). Going through Southeast Asia woke me up to the realization that Thais, Cambodians, and Vietnamese are not only my neighbors, but my cousins as well - we’re related by blood and heritage. I never knew Filipino architecture had so much in common with the Cambodian way of building. I was surprised I could barely tell the difference between the faces of Thais and the faces of Pinoys back home. As for other discoveries, I wept in the killing fields at Phnom Penh, never having known the reality and scope of Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge; I felt enlightened at the Angkor Wat for the unity of faith despite religious differences; and, on a lighter note, went crazy over the fantastic fashion finds at Bangkok! Who wouldn’t have the time of their lives with such a trip like that? But what made it all the more special, at least for me, was that it didn’t even feel like a vacation, it felt like a homecoming. Photo credit: lovewesay

to answer a question, and to rewrite the awkward CNNGo write up previously published:

My most favorite holiday in Asia, without a doubt, would be backpacking throughout Indochina exactly this time last year. I, along with six of my friends, began our journey in Ho Chi Minh City, and then traveled by foot, bus, bike, and boat through Phnom Penh, Siem Reap, Bangkok, Ko Pha Ngan, and back to Manila. The journey was not only a discovery of the Southeast Asia previously known to me only in history books, it was also a discovery of my identity. It was my first time to travel around my neighboring countries (I had been everywhere - Oceania, Europe, North America, Africa), but never around Southeast Asia before. I found it extremely ironic, given that I knew so little of my neighbors, much closer to me physically than those from Western civilizations, and yet I felt I had more in common with Americans or British folks (or so I thought). Going through Southeast Asia woke me up to the realization that Thais, Cambodians, and Vietnamese are not only my neighbors, but my cousins as well - we’re related by blood and heritage. I never knew Filipino architecture had so much in common with the Cambodian way of building. I was surprised I could barely tell the difference between the faces of Thais and the faces of Pinoys back home. As for other discoveries, I wept in the killing fields at Phnom Penh, never having known the reality and scope of Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge; I felt enlightened at the Angkor Wat for the unity of faith despite religious differences; and, on a lighter note, went crazy over the fantastic fashion finds at Bangkok! Who wouldn’t have the time of their lives with such a trip like that? But what made it all the more special, at least for me, was that it didn’t even feel like a vacation, it felt like a homecoming.

Photo credit: lovewesay

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