Wallow wallow pitiful fellow

It is I, that pitiful fellow. I just got home not long ago from Jerome's place after a hearty but somewhat rushed buffet feast @ Orchard Hotel. Jerome's mum happened to be having a meeting there and thankfully but also quite regretfully, an acquaintance of hers helped foot the bill along with that of the both of us. Regretfully, because it was supposed to be my treat to Jerome. Oh well, till next time then. :)

Anyway, I was just back tracking on the events of 2013 and 2012 and just realised that I really have very very little photos with Jerome, so little that I think 10 fingers are a tad too many to count.

I know majority of the girls in relationships love camwhoring with their boyfriends but it's not that way at all for me, sadly. Jerome would always be the one asking me to take photos of him, and then I'd be the photographer. Take a photo WITH him? Instantly rejected. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the both of us when I scanned through my photo library to confirm it for myself. Our photo count is pathetic!!!

But I'm really to blame. I don't like taking pictures. Not when my Instagram timeline is always full of gorg photogenic girls; friends and blogshop models. The rare self-shots would probably be in the comfort of my own room, with no one around, just me with my makeup on.

I mean, how does one go about taking self-shots when one does not have the least bit of confidence in oneself?

So wallow wallow I shall.