Like an open book…
‘Ice Cream!’ I hear screams in the office before our meeting started. It gave me goose bumps thinking about the ice cream melting in my mouth. I was eating in Shang’s Heat the other night, I’m never a fan of the desert section but the green tea ice cream caught my fancy. Oooh how I love green tea ice cream. I had it mixed with walnuts and almonds and as I chomp on the concoction I felt like Anton Ego in ‘Ratatouille’ having orgasmic moments spoon after spoon. I could imagine already the fireworks in my head when they serve me the bowl today, music, I wanted music in my ears… ‘Tatum!’ as if I heard a scratch on the turntable. ‘So what concept do you have for the shoot on Monday…’ I looked at my editor in surprise. I had no idea what she was talking about. I just smiled and talked as if I knew, ‘Yup, Monday, I will be there to see through it blah blah blah…’ whew… talk about leaving my senses again…
It’s been two days now and I’m still reading on this book in my hand. It’s been years since a book silenced my thoughts. I am so amazed at my self. Probably a sign that I’m not scatter brain anymore. Even magazines can’t get my attention for a short time, not even when I’m bored. I just flip through it then put it down not even simmering the content. I work in a magazine but I get so tired with it that I only open them after 3 months or more. I have a shelf full of new books; I just end up dusting them by the corner and watching the movie when it’s on mainstream audience already, wrong wrong wrong….
‘I think you will like this book that I have,’ my colleague said when she saw me reading the book. ‘Honey, I hope its not a self-help book, cuz I’m never a fan of those,’ I said laughing. ‘Duh, I won’t give you one of those chicken soup ok!’, ‘yeah not even ‘A Purpose Driven Life’ cuz I will shove it back to you!’ I told her while I showed her the marks of the book used from last year’s fashion spread. ‘Whats that? You’re so into it that you’re marking it!’, ‘Hello, ‘course not, I used it last year so stylist will know what inspiration to use.’ I told her that I never want to be caught reading this book, it’s not cute, and people might get a wrong impression. But I told her it’s funny and I wonder where the author gets the audacity to tell people how to live their lives. It’s not preachy, it’s interesting. I remember my friend who always bring around books like, ‘Art of War’ and ‘Art of Power’, she fuckin scares the shit out of me when she hold those books. It announces some one so hungry for power. Last year, while shooting off-road in the mountains, our Brazilian model keeps highlighting the book ‘He’s Not Into You’ with her neon stabillo. Now, here’s someone who went through shit with a guy. I asked her why she was highlighting it; she said she’d send it to her ex boyfriend so he knows what he’s done. Ok, now that’s a little nut. The staff and me poked each other and were raising our brows.
Funny how just holding a book can send messages to people. I will not even say what book this is that I’m religiously reading for the past days. Ha-ha, not a good idea… o well, people and our belief system… you, I wonder what book is in your hand?
