Modelesque Pose

Well by now you should know that my friends and I support one another. And being friends with these retards (haha), we all have a way to de-stress in dire moments we need to do so.

We are photo addicts. We always take photos if and when necessary. Which is all the time. Remember the story of Marky's suit and how he wanted it badly? We managed to take a photo of him before trying it. Well, it turned out he was not the only one who had a picture in the fitting room jungle. The reason why he didn't have a photo with the suit on was because AJ and I were pre-occupied taking photos of our solo selves.

Yes, with all the boxes and with the hullabaloos, she managed to take a good artsy-farsty snap of myself. And boy, she was very proud it. And I am, too. Not only for her beautiful shot but also about the oh-so-wonderful subject. Ahem. Me.

Given the environment and the place we were in, which was a public place, mind you, she managed to take a good shot. With all the trash clothes stacked and some trash as background, she still managed to get them to complement me. And good thing this guy mannequin was at the background, too my reflection looked so flawless. The arched back. The legs. The arms.

Very modelesque. And yes, I am narcissistic. I so love myself. Get over it.