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Today my colleague who is also the PR Manager came over to do some photo shoots
She also happened to be my definition of THE perfect woman
Beautiful, fit as a fiddle, intelligent and a bubbly nature... and oh did I mention? .... very married too. Does it count that I knew her before she met her hubby? Guess not, that'll rub the salt deeper into the wounds.
I like it when she discusses camera angles with me and seeks my opinion on her choice of shots.. it flattering that she has always found my shots "interesting".
Especially those taken at our last corporate event.Our design staff who was supposed to take the photos couldnt turn up and I was the stand-in photographer. One wonders from my captured moments on whether the function was only attended by women and beautiful women at that.
Well I don't deny I'm bias.
Another colleague obediently posed as I directed her through several suggestive shots, was rather surprised that she complied and even more surprised when she leaned over and went through the shots on the LCD panel of the digital cam. I could almost swear that she was hitting on me that night.
Photography has always been my first love, writing has only been just a mistress... a compromise when there is no medium to express the former.
Its 2.20am. I guess I'll turn into a black eyed panda too if I dun start to get some sleep.