I hope Pui Ling will remember to bring those court shoes tomorrow. That's one thing off my to-do list, and I'm left with the last task - to pay for the hoodie.
Shooting today. I actually slacked. ):
Mr LFK was in charge today. Photographers (Cheow Yi/Christine/Me). PICTURES!
Take note of his 'sexy, modelesque figure'. You know you can't resist him. MUAHAHA
Focus on the fan behind him, not him. Once again, focus on Yeow Yong, who is training hard at the back. He (Mr LFK) is just smiling pervertedly to attract attention.
C Boys.
Sok San! (My doppelganger.)
Jayda and Sok San!
After 89018293102 of attempts, Cheow Yi and I managed to (partly on accident, really), take this picture! Every time I wanted to snap the camera, we started laughing because it was so ridiculous. In the end when we finally got it right, we started shaking because we were laughing. Coincidentally, Mr LFK turned his head and the screwdriver happened to fit snugly right under his nose! MUAHAHAHA.
Cheow Yi's the one that wants to murder him, not me.
Sok San, again!
Freakishly unhappy and unsatisfied. Bombastic words cannot describe how I feel now. I shall use an unladylike way of speaking now: I don't know what the hell you're doing, but do you mind fucking off?
