I was given the role of the model for today's photography outing. Kinda felt bad not turning up for the morning's session (karate watermelon smashing-not my area of interest really) so I agreed to be the guinea pig. The set up and poses are so tacky that it was actually hilarious (in my mind that is). At least Biddy's poses under our dear Mr Lim's retro guidance turned out to have a 70s local glam feel. When I looked at myself in the LCD display, I can only guffaw. Vincent as well as the organizer, Benny, shot non-stop (does this correlate with their sex-drive? why did i even think of this?)and usually in my face (erm) while the other 2 lonely ppl were shoved to the back. Such self centred behaviour will not be condoned. When V asked me to look at him and stop looking at the other cam, I drawled, "Why should I, You are not very nice to look at." He stopped being cheeky. My sarcasm never fails me but only to the most hardcore. I was waiting for the rest to say something for an hour and finally Mr Tryingcornypickuplinesasconversationstarters fumed, "You get to make models smile at you and all I do here is adjusting lights for you." It's funny that these near middle age men have the kiddo instinct forever etched in their genetic database. But....he still gets shoved to the back. Anyway I was so tired I sprawled on the floor for the final poses. Being a classy model is definitely never me. They promised to find me a male model next time so I can join in the shooting. That commence the after-shoot sabotaging amongst the cameramen....