I must've been so irritating when I was 15.
My photoshoot subject reminded me a lot of me. I'm not sure how accurate this observation is, but there's a thread of similarity or some weird deja vu shit about her.
Well firstly, she was one hour late because she decided it was a good idea to take a nap. Five missed calls couldn't wake her.
And when she finally appeared, not only was she not exactly very apologetic, she was really quite the talkative soul - trying to complain about whatever angle I told her to pose in, sulking and whining and all that nonsense.
I guess I liked how she didn't really feel intimidated by me or my camera. Heh.
So, what to do while waiting?
Sugar and.. erm. Auntie? Sugar just had a $40 fur trim last week. I still freak out slightly when I see dogs that really sit when you tell them to sit, and act as if there's an invisible leash around them preventing them from moving more than 3 metres away from their owners.
Francis told me to "just come in regularly lah" since I'm "so free". I really wish I could get him to say that in writing.
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