Faces

This is Sukina talking. Please be warned that the following post is, in the girl’s own words, vain, selfish, and ego-centric. Thank you. *Bows*

I took a closer look at my face this evening and realised something. My hair was tied up, and my face was wet from the shower that I just had. There were wisps of hair clinging to my face, plastering and making it look very dreamy. I like that kind of look on a person. Don’t ask me why, I just do. There’s a certain kind of dreamy quality to it.

It’s also the only condition that I really feel satisfied with my face. For some reason, I have a hard time believing that the girl looking back at me in the mirror is me. The same goes double for pictures of myself. I don’t like pictures of myself. Yes, when they’re being taken they fulfil that narcisstic feeling we all get once in a while. But I hate looking at the results.

I find myself thinking, “Gosh, shouldn’t have smiled,” or “What was I thinking?”

And that, people, is the main reason why I do not like taking photos of myself. I’ve had a number of people who like looking at the few photos I’ve uploaded, and I find it hard to understand why. Okay, I do, but at the same time, there’s this unsatisfied feeling in me.

I don’t know about people, but I do know that photos do not always capture the best expressions and personalities of people. Take Viv’s and Ade’s photos. I loved the one she took that were impromptu (Viv, I’m talking about the early photos you took this sem) but I don’t like group photo posers. Maybe it’s because with candid shots, they seem to capture more of the personality and identity of the people, rather than just an image.

Meh. Here’s a pic that my darling took of me. I think the teeth makes me look like a chipmunk, but please be honest!!