I never planned to become an actress. I finished Form 5 and started my studies at a secretarial school, where they picked me to be part of their ad campaign. After that, my classmates told me to leave my photograph with a modeling agency. My first audition landed me a role in a music video with Andy Lau. Suddenly, I was in showbiz. But my parents didn’t like it at all. They’re quite conservative. My curfew was 10pm, even for school events. And I went to an all girls’ school. I stayed in showbiz for the money really. I don’t like movies. I don’t like acting. I only wanted to make fast money, move out of my parent’s house and buy more clothes. My love for fashion came from my dad. Being Shanghainese, he always dressed to impress. Footwear was his thing. Even when I was little, we’d buy new shoes at Lane Crawford for school each year. I was 21 when I met Eason. I heard from Josie Ho, “Hey, there’s this overseas Chinese who sings really well...you gotta meet him.” At the time, I didn’t really like ABCs and the like. So we went to karaoke, and he was picking his OWN songs to sing. I was like, what? Then I realized he’s actually very “Hong Kong.” We started dating , and then we got married. Then Eason asked me to stop working. I was 27 when I did my last TVB drama. Of course it was nice to be a tai tai at such a young age. But I was already thinking, how could I change my hobby into a job? So, I was a stylist for Eason for a while. Basically, it’s running around borrowing clothes and lugging them everywhere like a maid. I don’t really plan what to wear. I’m quite spontaneous, 99 percent of the time, I’m dressed and done in two minutes. I got some recognition for my style, and I gathered up the confidence to open Liger [a hip fashion boutique] with a friend. But my biggest accomplishment is being a mother to my 5-year-old daughter. I like to kiss my daughter’s toes. And then she kisses mine as well. I’m scared that she’ll go suck on my helper’s toes, so I told her, “don’t suck on others’ toes, just mommy’s.” I treat my daughter as a little fashion model. I can dress her in ways that I can’t dress adults. I’d do anything for her . My unconditional love for her came automatically; it kind of surprised me. I teach her how to be polite, say hello to everyone and maintain eye contact. She’s good at school, and a lot of teachers and parents say how happy and well-mannered she is. In a way, I take it that as praise for me. I pick my daughter up at school every day but I am thinking of training her to take the school bus by herself, so that I can avoid the paparazzi. Paparazzi go to her school to look for me, because I have many ways of bypassing them when leaving my home. There’s one particular local magazine that keeps writing crap about my family. I picked up this magazine yesterday, and there’s this nasty photo of me looking alarmed, with the headline, “Why would she get a best-dressed award?” I had that nasty, alarmed look on my face because I was motioning to this photographer who almost got hit by a car while taking pictures of me. I was trying to save his life. I don’t regret anything. Regretting means condemning yourself.