Singapore.. Here I Come.. Next Time
My brother and I were supposed to be in Singapore starting from last Saturday until next Wednesday. I was a bit upset that I have to cancel the long awaited trip due to Influenza AH1N1 as I have planned out everything since last year. I thought of ignoring the pandemic and go ahead with the plan but I left undecided when something weird happened one day before I wanted to renew my passport. It was Friday night after I got back from work and went to a nearby photo studio to take picture hoping I could save some times on the next day. I bet none of you including myself is in a situation where the photographer keeps on taking your shot just because you weren't look good enough in the photo. It happens to me that the lady who took my photo keeps on looking into the digital camera where she initially took two shot of me. She said the shot that she took wasn't good enough and her heart feels heavy if she were to develop the photo for me. She then took another shot of me for a few rounds before she handed over to another lady and lastly to her boss but the situation was still the same. I felt really weird as if it's an obstacle to continue the trip. I pick one after all.
Back at home, a friend called me up and we had a short conversation about the photo taking incident that I just went through. I was combing my hair in the same time but the comb suddenly broke and it sort of reflecting a bad omen about the whole trip. My friend feels the same too. I called my mom afterward and told her the same story. When I answered her that I was wearing a black shirt when taking photo, she immediately told me not to proceed as she feels bad about it. I don't know what the whole thing was about but I believe what my heart tells me. So I ended up canceled the trip.
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