I'm back from Seoul Fashion Week.
I honestly thought I'd see him again. I hadn't seen him for two years and I thought perhaps God orchestrated this so we could finally meet again. Well, he had to shoot a scene on an island so he couldn't be in Seoul when I was in town. But it was nice- we talked for an hour on the phone. God has very much blessed us both in our careers, I can see that. He's a K-drama star in the making and I a front row sitting fashion analyst. In some ways I think I've grown- I've realized that if God really wanted us to be together, we would. But we're not so I'm not really fretting about it. It's odd, in the past I would have sighed and wondered if Serendipity hit closer to home than just on silver screen then I'd grumble about timing and how nothing goes the way it should.Honestly I thought when I told him that I liked him (yes everyone tells me I have balls.. which is quite uncharacteristic of me seeing that I hardly open up to anyone) that I was letting go of that hope but strangely enough the hope is still there.
But this time around, I felt peace and I felt like... it didn't matter if we didn't see each other because... God's God. He knows what He's doing. I'll just go and do my thing in Seoul which is to report on fashion.
Seoul was wonderful with or without a boy. It was cool and windy and sunny... perfect for the fashion nerd who thinks the more layers, the better.
I knew no one at Seoul Fashion Week which turned out to be pretty darn awkward since there was a lot of waiting involved. I waited by myself, sat and ate by myself like the loser back at the high school cafeteria. Thank God, He delivered me a really good interpreter. Out of 70 interpreters there, only 10 were actually qualified. The one who managed me in the beginning turned out to be a professional interpreter for rock stars that came to visit Korea. He was kinda cute and had a rich deep voice.
I got an all access press pass. That means I had the rights to go backstage, sit in most seats and wander wherever I want to. I was also allowed into the runways first to get my seat before the VIPs. I sat front row a few times and other times, got second row. I was offered Pellegrino mineral water at many of the shows- being the cheap person I normally am (the one who drinks tap water), I couldn't resist and packed all the water into my bag... which turned out to be a stupid idea because my shoulders were aching from hauling glass bottles around with me all day long.
I sat behind Kim Hyun Joong in one show and sat across from another F4 dude front row. I saw T-ARA and a girl from f(x). But seriously I was enthralled to meet a big time editor at an online fashion magazine. We talked about Seoul's potential to make it as a fashion capital amongst cities like Milan, Paris, New York and London. I asked him since he's a fashion week veteran which shows gave him a sense of the Korean fashion identity and how this could be shaped for the future. It was just.... one of those things I've always wanted to do. Ask intelligent questions that require great insight into a supposedly 'shallow' industry and have someone really take me seriously and give me their opinion about it. We could toss around designer names and know exactly what aesthetic he/she delivered. It was seriously one of those moments I wish I could hang on my wall.
Another one of those moments was when my interpreter lead me to my seat at a menswear show. I saw my full name on a front seat with a gift and the designer's booklet. A little part of me said, "this is it. It's not exactly NY Fashion Week but regardless you're sitting front row along with international editors and buyers!"
Random note: there was a gorgeous interpreter at Seoul Fashion Week. He looked like a Korean celebrity... but he translated Korean to French. How awesome is that.
I can't help but feel happy that people can't tell what race I am. The air hostess thought I was Korean and didn't give me a customs form while another one of my interpreters thought I was from Singapore while the waitress in Macau thought I was Korean or Japanese. It's not a pride thing, but if I haven't been pinned down for so long, why get pegged down by a culture/race now?
Interpreters like to talk especially when it comes to talking about their clients. One of them said that they were surprised to see that I was sweet and attractive. That made my day.
I bumped into my worship team pastor at the boarding gate back to Hong Kong. Small world.
I'm content. I'm doing what I love, I'm traveling and getting free asia miles points (for more traveling), I'm taking photos (I got to leave the office early to cover a store opening!) and I've been able to meet some cool people along the way.
I am now off to China for five days. Whoohoo... I love traveling.
I honestly thought I'd see him again. I hadn't seen him for two years and I thought perhaps God orchestrated this so we could finally meet again. Well, he had to shoot a scene on an island so he couldn't be in Seoul when I was in town. But it was nice- we talked for an hour on the phone. God has very much blessed us both in our careers, I can see that. He's a K-drama star in the making and I a front row sitting fashion analyst. In some ways I think I've grown- I've realized that if God really wanted us to be together, we would. But we're not so I'm not really fretting about it. It's odd, in the past I would have sighed and wondered if Serendipity hit closer to home than just on silver screen then I'd grumble about timing and how nothing goes the way it should.Honestly I thought when I told him that I liked him (yes everyone tells me I have balls.. which is quite uncharacteristic of me seeing that I hardly open up to anyone) that I was letting go of that hope but strangely enough the hope is still there.
But this time around, I felt peace and I felt like... it didn't matter if we didn't see each other because... God's God. He knows what He's doing. I'll just go and do my thing in Seoul which is to report on fashion.
Seoul was wonderful with or without a boy. It was cool and windy and sunny... perfect for the fashion nerd who thinks the more layers, the better.
I knew no one at Seoul Fashion Week which turned out to be pretty darn awkward since there was a lot of waiting involved. I waited by myself, sat and ate by myself like the loser back at the high school cafeteria. Thank God, He delivered me a really good interpreter. Out of 70 interpreters there, only 10 were actually qualified. The one who managed me in the beginning turned out to be a professional interpreter for rock stars that came to visit Korea. He was kinda cute and had a rich deep voice.
I got an all access press pass. That means I had the rights to go backstage, sit in most seats and wander wherever I want to. I was also allowed into the runways first to get my seat before the VIPs. I sat front row a few times and other times, got second row. I was offered Pellegrino mineral water at many of the shows- being the cheap person I normally am (the one who drinks tap water), I couldn't resist and packed all the water into my bag... which turned out to be a stupid idea because my shoulders were aching from hauling glass bottles around with me all day long.
I sat behind Kim Hyun Joong in one show and sat across from another F4 dude front row. I saw T-ARA and a girl from f(x). But seriously I was enthralled to meet a big time editor at an online fashion magazine. We talked about Seoul's potential to make it as a fashion capital amongst cities like Milan, Paris, New York and London. I asked him since he's a fashion week veteran which shows gave him a sense of the Korean fashion identity and how this could be shaped for the future. It was just.... one of those things I've always wanted to do. Ask intelligent questions that require great insight into a supposedly 'shallow' industry and have someone really take me seriously and give me their opinion about it. We could toss around designer names and know exactly what aesthetic he/she delivered. It was seriously one of those moments I wish I could hang on my wall.
Another one of those moments was when my interpreter lead me to my seat at a menswear show. I saw my full name on a front seat with a gift and the designer's booklet. A little part of me said, "this is it. It's not exactly NY Fashion Week but regardless you're sitting front row along with international editors and buyers!"
Random note: there was a gorgeous interpreter at Seoul Fashion Week. He looked like a Korean celebrity... but he translated Korean to French. How awesome is that.
I can't help but feel happy that people can't tell what race I am. The air hostess thought I was Korean and didn't give me a customs form while another one of my interpreters thought I was from Singapore while the waitress in Macau thought I was Korean or Japanese. It's not a pride thing, but if I haven't been pinned down for so long, why get pegged down by a culture/race now?
Interpreters like to talk especially when it comes to talking about their clients. One of them said that they were surprised to see that I was sweet and attractive. That made my day.
I bumped into my worship team pastor at the boarding gate back to Hong Kong. Small world.
I'm content. I'm doing what I love, I'm traveling and getting free asia miles points (for more traveling), I'm taking photos (I got to leave the office early to cover a store opening!) and I've been able to meet some cool people along the way.
I am now off to China for five days. Whoohoo... I love traveling.
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This really inspired me Samm Bear and reminded me again that God's in control and that whatever happens is part of His divine plan. No such thing as coincidences.
Glad to hear you're doing better =)
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