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Aftermath

Last Monday's photoshoot was something of a failure, considering how much time and cash went into the preparation. It's too much to go into now, but I find myself suddenly eager to shoot again.

It's funny how, whenever I felt as though there is nothing significant left to learn at this current juncture, something new always pops up. This time round it's the logistics that goes into a photoshoot - the backdrop and the lights, the props and most importantly, the working space. If there's not enough space to work comfortably, everything can turn to crap. The mood, the music and the comfort of everyone involved can affect the end results.

The studio is actually a gem. It's only when I'd been handed the reins to control the studio that I realized how much potential there is, just sitting there, waiting to be realized and exploited.

The katana has not even emerged from the furnace yet.

Hmmm.. I still read Princess's blog. I wonder why? It's like a morbid kind of thing. I think I just want to see if she'd ballooned to 80 kg and fell down the stairs and died or something.

Nasty.

But anyway, I think she'd made the right choice. Good for her. Too bad the hair makes her like a mutated poodle.

It's a really stupid move buying her the necklace. God, I could have done so much more with the money.

Many lessons don't come cheap.

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