It’s not every day one gets to grace the cover of a magazine, unless one’s name were Angelina Jolie or, closer to home, Fann Wong.
So it was with a certain amount of anticipation — fine, an insane amount of anticipation — that I walked into a random bookstore in town to suss the copy out.
I couldn’t find it. I looked really hard.
At this point of time, the Goonfather sauntered in beside me, picked up a random magazine to leaf through, and asked, “What are you looking for?”
“Gadget3,” I said.
“Thereeeeee,” he said in that drawing, knowing way people get when they wish to, in just one word, convey the message that you’re a dimwit for not having known what they’ve known all their lives.
“It was the first thing I saw, behind the magazine I just picked up,” he added helpfully.
And so it was. Sitting there. My face on the cover of a magazine.
And the Goonfather still reading the other magazine he had picked up.
(It should be mentioned at this point of time that, prior to this incident, I had told no one, not even the Goonfather, of the fact that I was going to be a magazine cover girl.)
I glared at him accusingly, “I am on the freaking cover of the magazine. You didn’t even recognise me!”
He glanced at it and, without missing a beat, which is his trademark critical finish move, said, “Of course I knew.”
This is the cover:
To be entirely honest, I wouldn’t have recognised me if I hadn’t been at the shoot and seen what I had been wearing and holding.
It is quite, for the lack of a better word, flabbergasting.
We met up with Morte and Wang Wang shortly after.
I unceremoniously shoved the magazine in their faces.
Morte took a glance at it and said something inconsequential like, “Oh, you want to be a YouTube superstar?”
I rolled my eyes.
He continued to study the cover as if I had asked him to play “Where’s Wally”.
Before too long, his eyes lit up and he said, “Oh! Win a Samsung camera!! Er… Why would you want a Samsung camera?”
All this while, as I silently held the magazine out, at the same time trying to limit all eyeball rolling activities to within my eye sockets for health reasons, Wang Wang was peering at the magazine doubtfully.
When it seemed apparent that Morte was going to conclusively fail to locate Wally, Wang Wang piped in with a small voice, “Is this you?”
And then she frowned as if she wanted to take back the question.
A few more moments passed before she made a decision. She looked up from the magazine, straight into my eyes and asked, a little stronger this time, “Is this you??”
“Yes,” I said as I tried with heroic effort to manoeuvre my errant eyeballs back to their original positions.
“I almost couldn’t recognise you!” cried Wang Wang, looking somewhat delighted, whether over the fact that she almost couldn’t recognise me or over the fact that I have a mysterious dent on my nose, I’d never know, and would prefer to keep it that way.
There’s my first brush with magazine covergirldom.
There are more recognisable photos of me inside, and an interview, but I will only show you thumbnails of it for now because that’s the ethical thing to do. Please go buy the magazine.
Other than the fact that I’m in it, it is a rather entertaining read. Honest! The March issue features many stories that are relevant and interesting to, um, us.
I also learnt belatedly from the Gadget3 website that if you purchase your magazine at any Kinokuniya outlet, you will get a free 4GB Kingston Class 4 Micro SDHC card (while stocks last).
Why, oh why, didn’t I buy my copy at Kinokuniya?
But what’s done is done.
I hope this will not be the last magazine cover I’m getting on because it doesn’t count when even your dearest friends, who have seen you in all kinds of disgusting states over the years, including without makeup and with too much makeup, can’t recognise you.