I wish I was kidding. My sister's graduation was some time back and I bought her this gorgeous bouquet of flowers. I got another one in preparation for Shuqi, but I had a shift on her graduation so I couldn't go.
I ended up posing (as I would heh heh) with her bouquet and for a while set that as my whatsapp photo. Bel teased me and said my boyfriend's an angel and I went, "no la I bought it for myself hahah I'm not kidding."
But joining me in my flowerless club is my aunt so heh heh:
Grandma got excited taking the photos, telling my aunt how she learnt about the burst mode in vietnam so that despite her shaky hands, I can get a nice photo because I'd have 200 shots to choose from.
And I did get a lot of fantastic photos. My grandma is the best photographer eva!
God I could marry my lashes.
Hehehe I have a video of her just posing and adjusting her hair.
For the uninformed (as I was before I found this amazing app), burst mode is a mode on an iPhone camera that allows you to spam a lot of photos at once. You can choose to save all (for example) 500 of them, or you can choose to keep 3-5 favourites.
I always end up just posting one but there'd be a lot of gems in between that I let go of. This was particularly problematic for my gold coast photos because the place looked fucking amazing in every shot.
So I found this app, Burstio, that detects your bursts and turns them into videos/ gifs. It cost $1.99 if I'm not mistaken. But it's the best $1.99 I've ever spent! Nothing beats gify memories.
Rushed off to work after and was greeted by Stadium's gorgeous glow.
My colleagues are all trained in the art of photographing me HAHA.
More accurately, they are all trained in the art of outfit photography hahah. I must have enforced the burst mode on three of them before they caught on. Now we all have insta-perfect posts woo!
I've been telling myself to be more active on this page but as with all my efforts, it peaks for a bit then falters into nothing. This famous writer once said to, "fake it till you make it" but jesus christ, there's really nothing to make here.
But still.
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