Tuesday 26 November 2013

What a day... I mean Baey... I mean day

Sunday was a big day for me.

It was my first time running the Swissotel Vertical Marathon and I was also reporting on the event for The New Paper.

It was the first time I was reporting since 2002 when I edited and wrote for the North Eest CDC magazine Spring as a freelancer after I was retrenched from SPH MediaWorks.

Reporting is different from writing the Sunday column, which is mostly just sitting at the computer and googling a lot.

Reporting means I have to talk to PR people, make arrangements with the photographer and interview newsmakers, none of which are my favourite things to do, mainly because they all involve human interaction.

But it was reinvigorating to do it again, even though I was reminded how much I hated it.

So as if my day wasn't exciting enough, who should I see that morning at the Swissotel The Stamford, but...


Regular readers should remember I wrote a column about the MP for Tampines and his famous selfies a few months ago. He even e-mailed me a very brief thank-you note for the article.

But what made it even more surreal was that on Sunday, The New Paper had just published my column where I called Baey Yam Keng the Sexiest Man Alive.

And there he was, standing right in front of me!

I thought I was going to faint.

Should I say hi?

Would he know who I was?

I mean, I just called him the Sexiest Man Alive in my column. Did he see it?

Where I mentioned that I wouldn't mind waking up with him?

Because of all these unknowns, I decided to keep Mr Baey at bay even though I wanted so badly to ask him to take a selfie with me. It would've been so awesome and so awkward.

So I did the next best thing. I took a selfie with Mr Baey in the background and posted it on Instagram.

So basically, I just stalked the man and furtively took pictures of him with my iPhone.

Hey, he's even sexy from the back!

The twist is that later that day, Mr Baey posted my Sexiest Man Alive column on his Instagram! With the comment "Utterly flattered" and even a link to this blog.

Which makes me regret not saying hi to him that morning.

Sigh. Maybe someday...

... I can stalk him again.

EARLIER: A Singaporean for Sexiest Man Alive?

UPDATE: I finally meet him