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I hate taking passport photographs.
1) FULL FRONTAL SHOT- most evil angle of all. I cannot tilt my face to the right and that does not bode well for people like me, whose face is already naturally round. Add that to the fact that the weight gain has brought along an extra pair of cheeks. I look like a pufferfish.
2) Facial features must be clearly seen which means that bangs must be swept aside, away from the face. Hence my breathtaking fivehead is exposed.
3) The camera is not yours so you cannot delete and re-take the pic until you get it right the thousandth time.
4) Original copy must be submitted, hence no opportunity to erase that offending zit(s) on my cheek.
5) The idiot photo person adjusted the hue and made the photo too orange for my liking but I’m not willing to fork out another $7. Or maybe I should.
Screw it, I will just submit this photo to the ICA. Who is going to look at my passport beside the immigration officers, my mother, the Paki and maybe a select group of friends who have already seen me at my worst? I’ll just submit the form and wait for the departure of $70 from my bank account. $70 can last me a week or so, damn it, but my stupid passport is expiring this October. Plus I have been asked a few times by the immigration officers to at least change my photo if I don’t want to make a new one yet. I don’t blame them. The photo was taken when I was 12, back when you had to do your passport at that shopping centre in Geylang Serai. In the photo, I was the epitome of heroin chic with sunken cheeks, glassy stare and all. The other day the immigration officer wasn’t convinced that I’m the same girl in the passport so I told him it’s definitely me, I just have more eyebrows now and a lot of blubber too.
In other news, my wheezing is back.
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There are 2 downside of Karu’s. One is the crappy ventilation, which ensures that you will emanate a distinctly mamak food scent upon leaving the shop. Second is the too low air con temperature which leads to food getting cold fast, which in turn encourages lightning speed consumption (I hate to eat food that is no longer piping, tongue-scalding hot) and subsequently, gluttony. Despite the 2 negative points, every morsel of Karu’s masala chicken briyani is worth the yellow-stained fingers and smelling like I fell into a vat of curry.
Here I am discussing the merits and demerits of Karu’s when I have a mid-term tomorrow. To put it succinctly, I am fucked. Beyond belief for this entire semester. It is my most lax semester ever and that is saying a lot trust me. I have not been keeping up with the readings at all for all 3 reading-based modules. I haven’t even numbered, colour coded them or filed my notes properly!! One of the module is a Science one and it has turned out to be a lengthy, boring history of Science as opposed to its module title, “A Brief History of Science.” The lecturer may speak with a pleasant European accent, Irish maybe, but it’s not enough to sustain my interest. Maybe because he sports a pseudo-mullet. Then there’s the non-examinable music module that is unpredictable because who knows what grade my singing and bamboo knocking will be worth in the eyes of the lecturer. As for Thai, it is no secret that it is the main contributing factor to my rage and frustrations.
The exam results will tell me the price I paid for this complacency and supreme procrastination. Till then, I am going to remain immobilized by my stress and paranoia.
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N*Sikh!
And midget Amy Winehouse!
By the way the midget is actually a male.
