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I once swore on my grandfather’s grave that one day I will do the family proud and be a celebrity.

Why wouldn’t I want to prance around in beautiful Manolo Blahniks and Jimmy Choos, all clad in sponsored clothes from Dior, Chanel and Fendi?

Why wouldn’t I want to drive around in a 2009 Mini Cooper Convertible, complete with tinted windows to keep the prying eyes out?

Why wouldn’t I whip out my diamond encrusted Vertu mobile phone and call my personal assistant to find out what is my day’s schedule – which luncheon should I grace and which dinner party will the media be present at?

Why wouldn’t I want the media pandering to my grouchy manager to seek an appointment with me?

With such a beautiful wish list, how can anyone not want to be a star?

Gosh. I can even squeeze in a charity or two in between lunch and dinner appearances.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the damn hole somewhere in our ozone layer, the dying Amazon jungle and beached whales. 

And it crossed my mind how beneficial I will be to those around me.

My cousins will have a great schooling life considering their friends will be hankering after them for my signature. My mother can hold her head high when she shops at the wet market. My retired father will get more offers to play free golf with “Uncle-who?”

To borrow the words ex-Miss Singapore World Ris Low, “It’s all about ME!”

And as you can tell by now, I know how this whole thing works. All I have to do is to make sure that I’m not caught drinking Coca Cola when I’m the face of Pepsi, make sure that I pepper all my sentences with “Manolo Blahnik” and the moo-lah will all come rolling in.

“Yes I think we should stop using CFC products because it hurts our ozone layer! Manolo Blahnik.”

“Haha… It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone. Manolo Blahnik. My schedule is so tight that guys find it hard to Manolo Blahnik ask me out.”

Pffft. Come’on, how difficult can it be?

So as a young girl, my sole ambition was to become a celebrity with good enough star power.

When I heard that talent scouts are known to pick people off the streets, I hung around traffic lights in Orchard Road a lot. But a potential star has got to have a “play hard to get” attitude. So I refuse to join talent search competitions. My reason is simple – someone will see the hidden potential in me someday.

But once I graduated from school, I realized that the talent scouts are still not knocking on my door. In a bid to still fulfill my promise to my grandfather, I decided to lower down my pride and take the step to be closer to my celebrity dream.

I applied to be a TV producer. Now I hide in the corners of MediaCorp, observing the stars, taking down notes. Someday I will become one of them.

But I am still hopeful because the money and power I will have when I become a star makes all this waiting extremely worthwhile.

This BlogTV producer requested for anonymity because in her words, “I cannot show that I’m desperate.” However, should there be any sponsors who are willing to throw lavish gifts on her or any artiste managers who doesn’t mind taking the gamble to fulfil her celebrity ambition, please drop us email at blogtv@blogtv.sg

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