That's Life

Some time back, I was reading an article in the Sunday Times about how teens these days spend their money on worthless stuff like neo-prints and was inwardly laughing at these penny-foolish, pound-foolish people.

Little was I to know that I was going to take a few for the first time in 17 years yesterday. Daphne and Ann Tay basically had this crazy notion that we (Linus and me) should go and take neo-prints since they were getting tired of me using their phones to snap narcissistic pictures of myself.

When we reached the neo-print shop though, Linus was adamant that real men do not take neo-prints and despite my valiant attempt to drag him into the shop, he remained rooted to the ground in defiance.

Thus, my unhelpful comrade of 4 years left me feeling scared as I, led by the more experienced girls, ventured into unchartered waters. The background music wasn't exactly a ear-friendly medley of bubble-gum pop but rather a badly concocted mix of sound. The gaudy lights were more an eyesore than the attention demanding devices they were supposed to be. Nevertheless, I remained brave and went into some small photo tent where my experience of a lifetime was about to begin.

To cut a long story short, Daphne and Ann Tay made full use of the 8 snapshots that were allocated to us, striking cute poses and grinning from ear-to-ear while I sat on the bench like a block of wood. What was best was that I actually thought the screen was the camera, so half the shots had me staring into blank space looking like a lost sheep while the two of them were bubbling with enthusiasm.

Anway, the photos didn't turn out that badly after all, except for some uncalled-for reminders by the 3 of them that I sort of looked like a girl in those shots, so I guess it was pretty fun. (I'm going to put those neo-prints in my file so all of you can admire them on Tuesday. Haha.)