Doll Shoot~
Heh heh today was quite fun. I usually don't take photos of dolls, some kind of strange principle to save my film to capturing human faces or something, but Tsukasa was really so pretty and poseable today couldn't help but start moving him around and taking pictures of him. Then later Minoru came with many many sets of yukata, and then it was just a flurry of dressing and accessorising and posing and I used up a total of two and a half rolls of film on dolls. Gorgeous dolls of course. Since Omi might need the photos for her ad, I'm thinking of bypassing the whole waiting for Justin to help me scan, and just pay extra to get it scanned in by another studio or something, so that I can get it to her earlier.
Oh. And a little creepy experience just now. Was standing at the bus-stop outside MICA reading my HachiKuro manga with music blasting in year, and I realised someone was trying to talk to me. Removed my earphone, looked up, and realised it was an African, quite well-dressed. I have a slight phobia of Africans, dating from my work at King's Express. They scare me with their way of talking, always feels like they're imposing and towering over you and it almost always feels like they're leering somewhat. I don't mean to be racist here, just have had several rather traumatising experiences before.
So anyway, this African guy looks at me and moves a little too close for comfort... the whole private area thing? totally moved into my area., and goes, Where is City Hall MRT? I look at him, and go, erm, *points in general direction* Go straight and turn right further down, you'd see it. He goes, oh okay. And he looks me up and down, quite obviously, and goes, ah thank you. *leer leer leer* Then he goes, you're Singaporean? *at this point I start looking frantically for the fucking bus* And I go, erm, yeah, yes, I am. And he leers some more, and go, Very nice. *at this point he looked me up and down again.* And then he smiles and goes, I'm African, and I'm thinking, fucking hell duh you are, and he's like, so, Can I get to know you better than a friend?
At this point I'm like, fuck fuck fuck, *freak out* You see, I'm really really scared of them. So I go, erm, No. And he smiles his most charming smile, which practically sends me cold shivers, and says something like, oh but why not, and I refused him in my firmest manner ever (which basically means I drop the smile and glare at them and says, No, I'm sorry, but no.). So he looks like he might give up, but then he goes, so, can I have your number, and I answer back No almost straight after he said it, and continued in my, No, no, no, it's okay, sorry, but REALLY, no.
To my relief he finally gets the message and moves off. But fuck that was scary. It might not have been as bad if he was some other nationality, but fuck I'm damn scared of Africans.
Oh. And a little creepy experience just now. Was standing at the bus-stop outside MICA reading my HachiKuro manga with music blasting in year, and I realised someone was trying to talk to me. Removed my earphone, looked up, and realised it was an African, quite well-dressed. I have a slight phobia of Africans, dating from my work at King's Express. They scare me with their way of talking, always feels like they're imposing and towering over you and it almost always feels like they're leering somewhat. I don't mean to be racist here, just have had several rather traumatising experiences before.
So anyway, this African guy looks at me and moves a little too close for comfort... the whole private area thing? totally moved into my area., and goes, Where is City Hall MRT? I look at him, and go, erm, *points in general direction* Go straight and turn right further down, you'd see it. He goes, oh okay. And he looks me up and down, quite obviously, and goes, ah thank you. *leer leer leer* Then he goes, you're Singaporean? *at this point I start looking frantically for the fucking bus* And I go, erm, yeah, yes, I am. And he leers some more, and go, Very nice. *at this point he looked me up and down again.* And then he smiles and goes, I'm African, and I'm thinking, fucking hell duh you are, and he's like, so, Can I get to know you better than a friend?
At this point I'm like, fuck fuck fuck, *freak out* You see, I'm really really scared of them. So I go, erm, No. And he smiles his most charming smile, which practically sends me cold shivers, and says something like, oh but why not, and I refused him in my firmest manner ever (which basically means I drop the smile and glare at them and says, No, I'm sorry, but no.). So he looks like he might give up, but then he goes, so, can I have your number, and I answer back No almost straight after he said it, and continued in my, No, no, no, it's okay, sorry, but REALLY, no.
To my relief he finally gets the message and moves off. But fuck that was scary. It might not have been as bad if he was some other nationality, but fuck I'm damn scared of Africans.