Papa don't preach!

This is Madonna and Robert Downey Jr. on Saturday Night Live waaaaaaaaay back in the 80s.

I think it's a key rule for any GOOD performer to be able to laugh at themselves. There's definitely always someone somewhere laughing at them.


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Last night, I was doing one of my real journalist things again - I worked LATE.

I covered the Malaysia International Fashion Week and drank wine and mingled with pretty people dressed in pretty clothes and ugly people dressed in ugly clothes.



I saw local celebrities (at least I think they were, don't know much about the local entertainment industry) and designers and pretty and gay (happy, really) models.

The people whom I DID recognise were Jimmy Choo, Bernard Chandran and his wife, Camelia, Stephanie Chai and some other people of which I can't recall now, so I guess they're not as popular? Or maybe I'm just not so aware.

Anyhoo, like a real journalist I took notes, observed who came and who went, and made urgent phone calls back to the office to update my editors.

Like a real journalist too, I trudged around the whole night in my heels (didn't help that it hurt after HALF AN HOUR), AND THEN, I took the last train home.



As all real journalists do, I konked out within an hour of reaching home.



P/S 1: More photos will be uploaded soon.

P/S 2: Bonus points for Moobs who not only came to the train station to walk me home, but even brought my Crocs so that I could turn off journalist mode.

P/S 3: I watched Happy Feet today. AB-SO-LUTE-LY Luuurrved It.