After a few mishaps in the afternoon that delayed our meeting time and we couldn't do lunch, Jotham and I finally got to meet. I feel like we haven't been seeing each other much the past week though it's probably not true. I'm just being silly, as usual. Anyway, we went to Pique-nique (is it possible to be together or separate?) to have a ultra late brunch/lunch/early dinner/snacktime at 5pm. And it was about time I brought my camera out because it was seriously growing moldy in its bag. I don't know if it's me, but I think the pictures came out wonky. I should be ashamed to say that these pictures were taken with a DSLR.
The food was okay, nothing too fantastic though. I need to remember to never order eggs benedict ever again. I like it but I can never eat more than 1 egg with that sauce that comes with it. It makes me wanna puke.
I can never keep a straight face whenever Jotham takes my picture. I just have this unexplainable need to do faces and laugh like a crazy hyena and when pictures turn out shitty (and they always do), I will always be like "Why are my pictures so uggggglyyyyyyyyy???!!! You are a lousy photographer." Oh well, sucks to be you HAHAHAHAHA
As I was taking pictures while waiting for the food to come, something struck me. And the conversation when something like this...
Me: *snaps pictures of J*
J: *does weird faces and multiple poses*
Me: *sudden realisation* Omg, you're actually enjoying this, don't you? You like to have picture taken, don't you?
J: - inserts awkward laughters and no answers but basically saying yes -
Me: Vainpot. *facepalms*
O lovely day. It was as if yesterday's post never happened. It did, but I would like to think that I'm dealing with my issues in a calmer and more matured manner than just blindly lashing out at everyone who cares about me.
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