As its Throwback Thursday and I haven’t actually posted on this thing since May… Shocking, I know… I thought why not throw it back to my trip to Kuala Lumpur with the lovely Jess, which I incidentally promised an insight into in my last post! I actually found this half written in my notebook and thought why not finish it and whack it up on here. So for this one, you’re going to have to imagine that you’re still in the middle of lovely May…
GREAT news; not only did I book a pretty awesome job last week, but I got flown to Kuala Lumpur to do it too. Other perks included: working with a gorgeous model who I met and instantly entitled ‘my kinda gal’, the fact that Malaysia is filled with the most delicious but cheap food and a long 12 hour shoot day that flew by thanks to a beautiful team, endless energy and good vibes.
Now, Air Asia, I’m not going to diss you cos your food isn’t actually shit, your flight attendants have hella saucy uniforms and, well, I’m alive aren’t I. But damn, I did not even think about a lack of in flight entertainment. Now, I’m a simple kind of girl, I have a phone and a trusty Toshiba laptop (which to be honest, has been broken for about a month now) what more do I need? Well, I now realise that the iPad I finally admitted to myself that I needed this week, would’ve come in bloody handy. There’s only so many hours that you can spend colouring in ornately drawn animals.
Fast forward to landing and then trekking approximately 10,000 miles to get to baggage collection, all the while I was batting away the early stages of the ‘I need a wee’ urges. Cos you know when you need a wee but not enough to kick up a fuss and go on the hunt for a toilet? Well that was my situation until I got into our taxi, it pulled onto an endless motorway and I inquired ‘how long until we get to the hotel?’, ‘About an hour’ he responded and instantly I was hit with an overwhelming sense of regret. Toilet issues aside, as my first time in a Malaysian country, a cab ride during rush hour was an educational experience in itself. White-knuckled I eventually crawled into our hotel and was granted access to a toilet.
I flung open the door of our newly refurbished room for the next couple of nights only to be slapped in the face with intense, suffocating heat. It turned out our air conditioning, which perfectly mimicked the soft, gentle, almost unnoticeable breath of an elderly woman, only worked with the room key in. And so, wondering if the sticky heat of Malaysia was going to be the death of us, Jess and I decided to embrace the true culture of KL and headed to TGI Fridays. On our way back to the hotel, many a kind, I’m sure very respectable male offered us a seat in their respective vehicles, one in particular did so after he pretended to try to run us over at a crossing. How hospitable. Back at the hotel, we lay in a starfish-like fashion until our grandma air conditioner picked up sufficient energy for us to believe we had a chance of sleeping.
It’s a good job we did sleep cos HEY THERE 6AM time to rise and grind! We were too early for breakfast at the hotel, but that meant we were swiftly brought a McDonald’s fry-up to set. Get innn. After being glammed up and an announcement of ‘the hay is in, the hay is on set and ready people’ we were ushered to get to work. Now, Jess and I had decided that we were going to attempt to be proper social media hoes and essentially wing-woman each other throughout the day to get decent Instagram and snapchat-worthy material. Yes, we are proper models…
But, in reality we lasted maybe two looks and then in a mutual, spiritual, no-words-exchanged kinda way decided that the occasional selfie would suffice for the rest of the day. At least we tried ey. Now, the problem with early starts at shoots is early breakfast, which means lunch seems like a lifetime away. As lunch drew closer we seemed to slump and salavate in equal measure. This was evident in an image from our last look prior to lunch where Jess and I look a little jet-lagged (the time difference between Kuala Lumpur and Sydney is 2 hours) and if you look closely enough into the small portion of our eyes not covered by drooping eyelids I believe you can see us searching in a faraway land for chicken and rice… (Please see below)
YEP. Am I right or am I right?! This is plastered on shop walls somewhere people.
Anyway, after refuelling at lunch we set back to work. It turns out that Jess and I are actually the perfect girl band as I had suspected all along – the short shorts that didn’t quite fit her sat snugly around my thighs and the knee-high boots that stood no chance beating my tree-trunk calves fitted her like a dream! Teamwork… You’re going to go and try and find a pic of my bizarre calf to thigh ratio now aren’t you? I invite you to do so, you’ll have fun.
Once we had finished shooting and battled through rush hour, we got a bit overexcited at a Thai restaurant. You know when you think you’re on the brink of absolute starvation and could easily attack like 10 full meals? Well, that’s where we were at, and so, overwhelmed by the cheapness compared to eating out in Sydney, we ordered roughly 97.5% of the entire menu.
#noragrets #notevenonelittleletter
Sucks that the hotel was at the top of a hill and not the bottom, so we couldn’t roll back when we had finished. We had intended on being really fun and youthful and going out for drinks. However, comatosed by carbohydrates we decided to settle for an early night instead.
Our overexcitedness continued into our day off with Jess purchasing I think maybe 20 pairs of Nikes at the markets? And in total, I’m pretty sure that we consumed 7 meals each throughout the day and weren’t even sorry about it. #curvemodelproblems.
And it was with that we boarded our red-eye flight home. It was a sleepless night for me as I sat down next to a friendly-looking woman – let’s call her Patricia – who proceeded to pass out even before take off and bellowed strained snoring noises into my ear for the rest of the flight. Patricia only awoke for a brief 4 minutes to engulf her dinner before knocking herself out again to ensure that Lucy would have no rest this night. Ahhh the glamour of model life…
xx
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