Fahion design – unlike Graphic design – has a refreshing honesty about its sense of aesthetics. It understands, values and believes in its power and that aesthetics – beautiful things – makes people react. Not like graphic design, which burdens itself with the intellectual need of an underlying concept and ideas. Graphic design without a concept or idea is reduced to the state of mere decoration or ornaments. And that designers apparently don't do decorations. That is why, graphic designers get a little worked up when you call them graphic artists.

Graphic designers have been battling the idea that their jobs can be replaced by secretaries who knows how to use photoshop or that super intern who knows the secrets of the pen tool in illustrator ever since the computer come loaded with such software. An IT specialist in my unit, was messing around with photoshop to create graphics for their website. Quite neat work I must say. Of course if I was a 'Real' graphic designer, I should dismiss these supposedly 'conceptless' work as hacks. Mere decorations. But I couldn't. They were really not that bad. Maybe a few kernings problems here and there. Bad color choices somewhere. But they were not bad. The said IT specialist were actually looking for my approval and comments. I sort of became the resident graphic critic. But this time, I kept my mouth shut, smiled and nodded my head.

The start of the month of May turned out quite freshly weird for me. Firstly, my mum woke up thinking she is the hybrid of Naomi Campbell and Shakira. Yes, the combination of the two probably most perfect women in the world. My mum has been strutting around the house declaring to the world that she has the front of Shakira and the behind of Naomi. I laughed of course. I don't have the heart to ruin one moment of hotness. Maybe this is my mum desperate silent cry for help.

Secondly, another strange anomaly happened while I was in Town with my greatly eccentric friend Joseph. I have many eccentric friends, it just happens that Joseph is the most eccentric of them all. He wears pink sneakers with Fedora hats for crying out loud. Not that it's a bad thing. Joseph's eccentricities somehow overshadows my own and make me appear rather tame.

Anyway, while walking about trying to find our way to Far East Plaza - yes we were lost in Orchard Road - we were stopped by a young chap with a name card in his hand. I was expecting this guy to be someone asking for donation to build some grand home for homeless children with no hands. I was ready to just wave him away, but before I could say not interested, he asked - "Would you like to be a model?" .

"Who me?" my eyes widen. "Yes you. You look like you are in-"

Before he could complete his sentence, I burst out laughing. Joseph giggled like a typical eccentric.

"Are you serious?" I asked again, trying to control my laughter. "Yes." he said, handing me his name card.

Joseph's giggles are now full blown laughters. Trying to save myself and Joseph from further embarrassment, I took the card, gave the guy a fake number and walked away. Joseph continued laughing as I dragged him away.

Before Joseph could open his mouth to give me his smart ass opinion like I know he would, I told him to shush it! This is my moment of hotness! And no one is to ruin it. I spent the rest of the day (okay 30 mins - I got tired cat walking around looking for Far East Plaza), strutting around like a hot model that I am. XD!

This May is going to be great.