The photoshooting session is over. THANKGOD.
Aside from champagne and all celebrating the end of my slavery days ( with hell lotta sweatand tears ), it is a wonder, how this year's photos will turn out. I'm jittery lah. It's been two years in a row, I look like a dweeb in the photo. And I"m not being neurotic!
I look like a lesbian last year. The photographer must be somehow blind for not warning me and YokeQuin our heads were too close together it's as if we were kissing. Call me petty. And the year before that, I look like a dork suffered from severe brain problems from studying too much with my bad hair, cockeye and the vague look on my face. Go figure.
Just a small clandestine between us, it is hilarious to watch people post for the camera. On the count of three, and everyone flash this big big wide grin. Showing thier not so white teeth and some even with multicolour braces :D
And this is a small souvenior. My pass for skipping classes and my identification for labour!
Aside from champagne and all celebrating the end of my slavery days ( with hell lotta sweat
I look like a lesbian last year. The photographer must be somehow blind for not warning me and YokeQuin our heads were too close together it's as if we were kissing. Call me petty. And the year before that, I look like a dork suffered from severe brain problems from studying too much with my bad hair, cockeye and the vague look on my face. Go figure.
Just a small clandestine between us, it is hilarious to watch people post for the camera. On the count of three, and everyone flash this big big wide grin. Showing thier not so white teeth and some even with multicolour braces :D
And this is a small souvenior. My pass for skipping classes and my identification for labour!
p/s: I mourn for Justin Chong. I share your grief, I feel your pain. It is undoubtly very sad to get a haircut from pn.lim yoke keng one day before photoday. Owh joy!
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