Pigeons are just such daredevils. They clutch their claws onto those electrical cords like its nothing but I always just thought that very action wasn't very wise. You think you'll find roasted birds down by the road underneath those things but you don't. Pigeons are legitimately hardcore, except when they fly away from you holding not even a crumb of bread to pay for they company. Their kinda bitchy that way but hey, aren't we all secretly at times?
So its 9 in the morning, I've just took my bath and did my usual face regime which includes pretty much cleansing, toning and a quick swab of SPF. My mom just got back from her blood test and shes feeling tired so I let her. Despite my stomach growling, I have the highest tolerance for an empty stomach. My head is in a random pile of thoughts that needs to be type, regardless of coordination of the topics or fact and even more so with what I have in mind. I need a brain wash.
This year have past like the episodes of a season and only the dramas and significant event comes to my mind but there are also the little things about the people around me and me around the people. When someone throws their head back to laugh, the stifling smiles and the roundabout choice of words aimed to make their intention semi-permeable to people they know.We're all just this one big pile of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.
I've draft this and is continuing to type it at 7.28pm now. Listening to my all time favourite Florence and the machines. I spent the day taking pictures of people from the car around the city, I had a few suspicious stares for my brazen act today. I've just text my co-photographer if she was ready for tomorrow's shoot but no reply which inclines me to be a tinsy bit anxious though she mostly like just don't have her phone right now. Strict Asian parents guys. And I also texted of our models if she officially had the full OK for the next day to which seem just a partial OK so far to my knowledge and she isn't answering. I'm hoping she gets my message and answer me stat for I fear that I'll have wronged my Mom in getting up early and picking her up from her house first before destination when it turns out she can't go at all. This does not only wasted gas, time, money and sleeping minutes but which decreases trust and no one can afford to lose trust with their parents, not me. Anxious anxious.
While out text snapping with my babe, I was also trying to find bubble liquid with the blower. I least wanted a bottle with a simple shaped blower but more ideally one with a heart shape. However Giant is the supermarket that sold ones with weird out shapes of blowers and barely enough bottle of bubble liquid. Why I remember finding these guys just anywhere in abundance at the most local shop for such a cheap cheap cheap price. I eventually found one that was the least normal of shapes which is these line of circles arranged from big to small of a blower that provided a good enough amount of liquid. Now I wanted two bottles for one for each of our two models but it cost RM8.90 per bottle which is absuuuurrrddd. Like really? REALLY? I would pay nearly RM18 for two so I immediately just bought one without a second thought. Sure they had the ones where you use a gun or blow in a horribly ugly pipe but it wasn't what I wanted for my pictures which what made finding old school bubble bottle so hard to find for me.
Well, I hope tomorrow will make it all worth it. I'll be smelling in the ocean. Hopefully we'll capture a lot of light and just expressions. And hopefully my effort in reading and a few days practising will be evidently good enough for myself. And that is for today, again wish me luck tomorrow.
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