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Monday, November 23, 2009,6:17 PM
Felt so weird, because it's Monday, and i didn't start my post with 'School was okay'. Felt weird because it's holiday. More weird because it's year end holiday, that i'm not gona return to school the next week or the next. And when i return i'm not gona be in Senior 2 anymore, not Senior 2 Charity anymore. Let's skip that, before i start writing all about 2 Charity again.
Didn't blog yesterday because like i said the day before, went for the photo shoot. And the whole thing was tiring, plus annoying, plus disappointing, plus terrible etc. *shudders* The woman who helped me with my make up was... terrifying! Her eyes are dilated, and you can see her sclera above her pupils. No idea how to describe it. But she's like opening her eyes wide to the maximum, except that she didn't do it on purpose. I suppose her eyes are born out like that somehow. Anyway, she wore a mask when she helped me make up, and then can you imagine it? Eyes dilated, wearing mask, staring at you intently, at such a close distance... oh god. It's like being operated by some perverted doctor. =X
And then the camera man was gay-ish. Plus he kept asking me ( and choco and mum ) to smile showing my teeth. Did i mention that i look horrible when i smile with my mouth open wide showing my teeth, especially in photos? And when he let me look at the photos i kinda regretted coming here. I actually wana take photos with some other feel. So, conclusion is, let me tell you guys, unless you are beautiful 90% and above, and you look nice whatever expression you do, and you are damn good in posing, then DO NOT ever try doing these photo shooting, especially indoor type. Seriously, these things are only made for beauties.
Or... should i find some where better to try again? Maybe it'll turn out better. *shudders again* No, absolutely a big, fat, NO. It made me so damn tired and I'm never gona try this again, until the day i get married and is forced to photo shoot. Amen. To add to my lethargy yesterday, after rushing home from the photo shooting and bath and tidy up stuffs, we set off immediately to some restaurant for some dinner. Darn boring. Food sucks too. Reached home at about 11 + and slept like a pig.
Then today, yeah, frickin' holiday. Watched 败犬女王 - Queen of No Marriage / My Queen. Not bad so far. I only watched it because fucking Bleach can't load. Oops. I rephrase, Bleach can't fucking load. There, sounds better. (: Hope i get to go to The Mines Book Fair soon.
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I was sitting there, phone held in my grasp, waiting. I was hoping that you would ask, or at least show some care. But neither came, and all you gave me was despair. Tears swam in my eyes, i laugh at myself for being so naive hoping you would even care. i was so, so, terribly disappointed.
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