The Itch

The freaking itch seems to hang around for longer than I expect.

I've got countless bouts of these itchy colonies sprouting from my skin throughout the whole day. From arms all the way to my legs.

I had been piling on my antiseptic cream like anything. Right now, I am itching at the left ankle. It's so terrible. But scratching it feels so shiok. You know what I mean?

We all know scratching it isn't gonna improve the condition of it, but it just feels nice to scratch the itch, right? You know you shouldn't do it, but you still do. It makes it all more enjoyable, don't it?

Last night, I told myself that I should perhaps get up a little earlier to get some muscles working and get the heart pumping. But apparently, those words fell on deaf ears. Haha!... I'm like that.

I refuse to compromise my sleeping time. However, when it comes to me having to wake up early due to work, I can do it 99% of the time. There's really something strange about how my job makes me feel. It's like I was born to do it.

My mother asked me to get a better paying job like my cousin did. I was like, "What for? I'm getting along fine,"

I don't really see myself working primarily for the money. The money part's just a bonus for me. I love the experience, I love how it makes me feel.

Therefore, if I were to die now, I would die a happy person.

Hey, dying's not all that bad, okay. It simply means your time is up and that's that. That's why it's imperative that you enjoy every moment of your heart pumps.

Death to me is peaceful and calm. But then I guess I should stop harping on it since 'it is so unlucky and negative'.

Tomorrow at work, I face off with the ultimate tyrant at work. She had been gone for a while and just got back. This tyrant gave me hell when I first started work. Well, she got hell from me too, and now she's back, hopefully without a vengeance.

Today, I heard some things about the company giving the sack to incompetent employees to pave way for new blood. Kinda funny, thinking how incompetent I've been today. Then I got kinda smug and continued my incompetence at work.

We could practically hear the crickets for the whole day. I was just listening to music, SMS-ing away, power-napping, visiting the toilet for no reason, etc.

But seriously, time passes quite quickly at work. Very conducive place to pass time.

This throat of mine is giving me trouble. It doesn't feel like much of a sore throat anymore. It feels like something more persistent. I was stuffing my face with fruits today. And I almost drowned myself with water. Trips to the toilet excreted excessive amounts of Vitamin C. I think overdose also not very good for the body. Hmm, and it took me till now to realise.

Meanwhile, I wait for TP to call me.

Today is Kalis' birthday.

Last night, after many counts of miscommunication, we managed to bring together our birthday surprise for her.

We turned up at Kalis' doorstep at 11 something. After a very long time of waiting, no one came to the door. Then we opened her door(the gate locked, of course). We looked like burglars in every possible way.

The lights were on. We were calling out to her from outside. Then we convinced ourselves that we had to make noise to wake her up because we thought she might have fallen asleep.

Then she appeared with wet hair and a towel. But with clothes on, duh!

Luckily it worked out fine. The Swensen's Cookies 'n' Cream Ice-cream cake was fantastic too.

Then my throat didn't get any better. I suspect that I'm slightly allergic to paracetemol.

After taking them, I discover rashes springing up from my arms and legs. Nasty groups of bumpy 'things'. Making me itch like crazy. Fortunately, I have my trusty Burnol Plus antiseptic cream. I swear it makes everything better. It is a cure for all things superficial.

Just now, I went to Changi Airport for dinner. Dined at Popeye's. They've got nice fries and nice mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes come with this really unique sauce. May need some getting used to. Acquired taste lah.

Then met up with Yayin with her friends and a new special friend. She leaves for Shanghai today. The freaking flight's at 1.15 am or something. Kalis, Hui Yi and I bade her goodbye early. Around 10 pm.

Today, Kalis looked pretty. You know, with make-up and all. But then today she looked slightly different. More W-O-W then usual. I think it's something to do with the eyes. And I couldn't stop gazing at them. It's either she's got Acuvue Define lenses, fake lashes, or newly nipped double eyelids. It's definitely either one.

Then I handed over the goods. Hui Yi's goods.

Her white skirt and white tank top were left to my good hands and trusty paints and brushes. Finally I handed the goods over. The tank top is a jaw-dropper, modestly speaking. I shall have my own shop next time. Right now, I just play play only. For fun and leisure. I shall hit the stores with a big bang. But that's till then.

I think thinking too much about "The Hills Have Eyes" took its toll on me.

I woke up this morning feeling like crap. The throat was much worse than the day before. Then I felt a fever coming on. Immediately I got one of those cooling patches and stuck one on my forehead. Then I gorged down plenty of water. I was burning up.

It was a freaking 38 Celsius. Thank goodness they made us buy thermometers during the SARS period.

I found Panadol at home. Took three tablets.

And here I am, at half past noon, feeling the good vibes once more. In a mere 2 hours, I hauled myself back from the evil clutches of sickness.

This short bout of fever and bad throat made me think about my unhealthy diet. I've been gorging like nobody's business for the past few days. I think it's a sign for me to pull on the brakes.

Red Bull gives you wings. Well, for me, I give myself wings. Yes! I painted myself a pair of wings on a black T-shirt. Then studded my rhinestones on. I insist on having bling-bling on my clothes.

Then my mother saw and she was like, "Eee, so auntie!"

And I got two pairs of flip-flops and painted on them too. I discovered that paint doesn't adhere well to the plasticky surface of the flip-flops. I turned to using markers. Still not too bad for my first attempt.

Because I got one of them for my cousin, my mother was there to confirm that my cousin will not fit into the slippers. She just had to bring me down.

Yesterday, I was damned freaked out watching "The Hills Have Eyes".

If you love violence and gore, the show is for you! If you love seeing blood all over, the show is for you! If you enjoy watching psychos freaking the shit outta people, then the show's for you! Fantastically violent, extremely gruesome, taps into your imagination so you conjure up images inside your head. You have to be pretty sane to keep up with reality and to remind yourself that it's only a show.

AND I was watching it alone. Scared the hell outta me. The milk chocolates I ate kinda turned bitter and tasteless as I got some rude shocks in the beginning of the show.

It didn't help that the sound system rocked the whole cinema. The sound waves reverberated through the seats and went a-pounding through my body. Then there was all the blood. It felt so real. As though I was in there for myself. (shudders)

There's this wimpy guy in the show who eventually turned out to be the sole survivor. Damned powerful. The freaks stole his baby and raped his wife and then killed her. So he sets out to get his baby from the freaks. He got slammed and thrown through walls, got his head smashed on the ground, got whacked, got all bloodied and stuff, but he managed to get on his feet everytime and eventually wipe out the baddies. So amazing!

The psycho killers look 100% the part. Because they were affected by radiation from nuclear test sites in the desert, they were all deformed and freaky. They were taking revenge, but it was so vengeful that I don't even think they're human. The men were so horny they raped the girls. I was so freaked out by that. I had to turn away. Couldn't bear to see it.

However, in a basket of rotten apples, you cannot rule out the possibility of a good apple. Which in this case, there was a nice girl belonging to the freak community.

So on the whole, I kinda enjoyed the movie. You gotta look at things on the whole. See everything as one, not as pieces you simply put together. Always take a step back to see things when you feel like you're being judgemental.

And the best place to see things far and wide is in the transparent lifts of the National Library.

One of the best bubble lift experience considering the velocity, view and altitude. Scale all 14 storeys. Enjoy the view. Great for looking at sunsets. Scaling up 14 storeys is fun. Scaling DOWN 14 storeys is HELL LOT MORE FUN! Especially when it full of people. Vrooms down like the cables got cut loose or something.

Then Yayin got all petrified and wobbly. See? That's what friends are for, to enjoy cheap thrills together. Wait, it was free. That was pretty much what we went to the National Library for. Cool, right?!

Lately, I've been dreaming about my admission into TP.

A while back, I dreamt I got into TP.

Wow! That's great!

Wait lah, haven't finished. I dreamt I got into TP's ARCHITECTURE!

ARCHITECTURE! I was scared half to death! What the hell was I going to do in Architecture?! Total nightmare.

The second dream, I dreamt that I wasn't admitted into TP. Before that I discovered that many people I know also transferred Polys. They got in but I didn't. I was so worried.

However, it was the first nightmare that I'm more concerned about.

I think subconciously, I'm a total wreck. But I keep myself positive about my admission into TP. Actually I don't think much about it. I kinda believe that I'm a TP student already.

So bad thoughts aside as the good ones come in.

I got time to watch "Nanny McPhee" yesterday too.

It's a stupid movie title that's girlie enough to repel many grown-up people. But it really wasn't that bad. You seriously cannot judge a movie by it's name.

It's a nice heart-warming story about family and love. I especially love Nanny McPhee herself. The magic staff and all. She goes stomping her wooden staff on the ground and exercises her magic. I like magical things.

Then she kinda underwent an extreme makeover too. From her first appearance to her last, she turned from an old hag to a shapely woman.

It's like she got laser treatment for her worts removal, extensive dental surgery to rectify her single buck-tooth problem, liposuction, Botox, nip here, tuck there... Kinda cool. Just like magic.

Many a time, customers embarrass themselves in front of me. After which, I retreat 'backstage' to burst out in smug, evil laughter.

However, today I met a smarty pants.

He claimed I gave him only one ticket when he wanted two. I've to say that this has happened many times. And 100% of the time, the customers simply misplaced it. It's impossible that it's our fault over at the ticketing counter.

So today, I told the guy to check properly, perhaps it was wadded together with his cash. And indeed it was.

But this smarty pants didn't outrightly admit to his false claim. I offered to bring him in without the other ticket and all. Then when he flipped open his wallet, he kinda paused. And then went away, saying, "It's okay, we'll see again," and left my counter.

Immediately, I told my colleague, "What a smart-ass!"

Lose all face already still wanna act cool. Walk off like nothing happened when he wrongly accused me. I was embarrassed for him. With my beady eyes once more, I saw him get pass the usher. I strode out and found his ticket stub - his 'missing' ticket stub.

What a smart-ass trying to save face when all had been lost. I was so smug.

I've been pretty smug these days. It's kinda fun.

You know, fear arises when we do not have control over things (and I got this from watching part of Final Destination 3). But it seems like in my line of work, I'm pretty much in control over most stuff, so I get pretty carried away with the thought of being able to manipulate people. Of course, I'm over-hyping it a little bit. But you know how I like over-hyping things right? If not life would be so boring.

Talking about boring, splatters kinda come across to me as boring already. No doubt that they look good on shoes and clothes, but I've been seeing so much of it on people, it makes me sick. Whatever happened to the exclusivity of it? I'm mildly disgusted that the any-O-how-splattered-with-paint look is ubiquitous. I don't exactly like popular trends. Especially when it's something that I feel closely connected to.

However, I have to say that the new Swatch watch with splattered paint design looks cool. Actually I haven't seen the real deal yet. I only saw the poster boldly splashed on the newly-revamped Swatch gallery in Suntec City. Anyways, it matches my slip-ons 100%. Imagine me with matching shoes and watch!

So I dream of great things all the time, feeling good, feeling great, but I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM TP YET!

The waiting game sucks as much as the guessing game, but it's definitely easier to evade playing the waiting game since I can snap my fingers and divert my attention to something else. So it has been work and work and more work.

So while I work my ass off, I begin to wonder if I'm really interested in going back on Poly campus. Very realistically, this part-time job will get me nowhere, to speak very stereotypically. This happened to by lying around and I saw it: "Choose a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life" -Confucius

Definitely true because whenever I go work, I don't feel like I'm working at all. It's like I was born to do what I do. I thoroughly enjoy myself. So school? It's like wading in shallow murky waters. Safe for now, but that drop-off is still out there somewhere. You may just fall off while wading happily. It'll be great to be able to tread water.

I was told that I was really good at dropping hints here and there when confrontation is required. Confrontation is usually uncomfortable. So why say things as they are when we are all smart enough to pick up underlying messages? It's milder and less in-your-face. Gives a calmer effect as well. Otherwise, you may just come across as trying to pick a fight.

However, for dumb people, in-your-face confrontation will be useless. Because they just do not get it.

I'm bored already.

Just wanna let you know that I was here for a moment because I'm really bored out after watching American Idol. And there's nothing that I feel like talking about. I think I'll just go watch my DVDs.

Virgin Mary

Tomato juice, lemon juice, pepper, spice and a hell lot of Tabasco sauce makes the perfect perk-me-up.

I knew I was going to love Virgin Mary, the drink, of course.

I ordered it last night at Rouge Outdoors, where a friend is working.

Spicy and tangy taste. Just what I like. VERY EXCITING. VERY INTERESTING.

But then Hairianto said it tasted like f*** and Yayin was like cringing at her first sip.

I still like it anyhow. It's so me.

Then after that, we went to Lau Pa Sat for supper.

Took a cab home. Encountered a really good cab driver. One that I'll commend for good service.

Good because he knew the customer's demands without us having to tell.

He was driving very hastily yet very safely. That's one good thing because all we wanted was to get home quick. We took around 30 minutes to reach home. And 15 was spent walking. Don't ask why.

The second thing was that he wasn't talkative. We were. He didn't tell us about his kids, family, etc. He didn't comment on petrol prices, coffee prices or terrorism. He just kept his eyes on the road as he sped on towards our homes.

That is good service. Goes without, well, saying anything.

Today, I watched Brokeback Mountain. How interesting to someone who is boring. Therefore it is boring to interesting people like me. I could even memorise part of the script! Goes like this: 'Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda...'

That was the starting of the movie. When it progressed, it went quite like that: 'YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA...'

And on and on it went. I never knew the ending to it. It's a romance story like no other.

Then I watched Date Movie.

The slogan on the poster reads: '... story about love. And more crap like that.'

How completely true.

I was laughing my ass off throughout the show. It made me appear hysterical because the many people in the cinema were either snickering to themselves or busy finding back their sense of humour. But I really think that those people don't even have the sense of humour to start off with.

At least the show was full of funny crap. Very me. I can relate very well to that. I have watched most of the movies the writers took a jibe at. The others didn't, so they just sat there, clueless and bored. That's why I looked so much like a crazy-ass jabbed with hysterical laughter convulsing uncontrollably. Whatever. I had so much fun.

So on the way to Suntec, I think I got kinda sunburnt. It was around 1.45 pm. I realised that the sun was casting shadows that fell directly beneath the object. And golly, it was beating down there is no tomorrow.

I felt it was kinda strange that we all had been told that the 12 noon sun casts shadows that fall beneath the objects when in fact, it's the 1 to 2 pm sun that does that.

So I was just wondering, how long have we been deceived by this mislead? Could it be that the Earth, over a period of time, spun an hour ahead?

It'll be so cool if it's true. Imagine the news, the papers, the media. They'll just go bonkers! Then everyone'll be asked to tweak their watches to keep up with the sun's pace.

With that, all schedules go haywire. Then it'll be slight global chaos. Sounds fun, don't you think?

Hmm, of course you don't think it's fun, you boring blogders!

'Blogder' is made-up word from some famous blogger. Means blog readers.

The only reason I use it is because at times I momentarily lose my brains and decide to be stupid and use gives-the-'what the hell?!'-look-on-your-face words.

It's total hell pronouncing it and it visually disturbing. Words should be fluid enough to pronounce comfortably and must look aesthetically appealing in black and white. See what I mean?

I think my mother deserves a Crazy Horse Paris treat because she loves looking at my awesome curves especially when I shower. I'd like to surprise her with a troupe of dancing and slithering women with killer curves. She's sure to love it like hell.

Tell me, will I win hands down or what?! Of course, that's under the pretext of me being a daughter.

"Ma, I got you a Mother's Day treat at Crazy Horse Paris!!!"

The rest is up to your imagination. If any, that is.

Most of the queer things that I encounter happen in the cinema. After all, I spend like half my time there.

So today, I was banished to doing duty at ushering. However, it had been a fun experience, considering the plethora of dumb-asses I had to serve.

Let me just recount one incident regarding a secondary school couple who tried to sneak into another theatre so that they could watch another movie.

A few months back, I wasn't 18(DUH!). But I managed to catch an M18-rated movie. Because I got a ticket for a PG-rated show, but went to the cinema hall that was showing the M18 movie. No, I wasn't caught. I got through the usher point. It was at GV Tampines Mall. I think they should keep their eyes wide open.

Well, being eager youngsters, this two students tried to pull the exact same trick. But I'm really apologetic that they were at Eng Wah Suntec and not GV Somewhere Else. Our cinema halls are located on the same level, facing one another. Compacted. There is no way of sneaking into another cinema.

The two cheeky secondary school kids bought tix for 'I Not Stupid Too' and wanted to watch 'Big Momma's House 2' instead. I mean, who can you blame?

Both movies screen at approximately 3pm. In cinema halls 1 and 2, which are side by side.

Before I admitted the halls, the girl, full of confidence and tenacity, came up to ask me for the hall that screened Big Momma's Hse. Being all nice and goody-licious (this word occurred to me on last fateful Wednesday morning the moment I got outta bed), I said, "Hall 2."

When I admitted the halls, I saw that their tix were for that local flick. Without much thought, it struck me that these two jokers were up to something. Then I felt my sarcasm come on strong.

"Hall 1 just straight ahead," I exclaimed as I flashed my most wonderful smile.

As though they lost their brains, they shamelessly strode into hall 2. All the while, my beady and suspicious eyes were locked on them. They thought I lost my brains when they're the ones who're brainless.

With a heartfelt smirk, I yelled, "Excuse me, that's not hall 1. Hall 1's over here."

Reluctantly, they obeyed me. I felt so smug. Can't help it, can I? I foiled their beautifully but brainlessly planned plot. Aww, so sad... Too bad for them that I'm beautiful AND brainy. It'll take so much more to get ahead of me. I know, I'm a freak-bitch gushing torrents of sarcasm.

And you thought they were gonna give up after that? HELL NO!

Luckily I was smart enough to plaster my eyes on the doors of hall 1. I closed the doors early (usually, cinema hall doors left open before show starts) so that whe the two bozos try to scuttle their way next door, I'll hear them opening the doors like a couple of thieves.

They did as I expected.

I think it was like 10 to 20 minutes after the first encounter. I heard a noise coming from hall 1. I am so nosey! I just have to check things out. I saw that the door to hall 1 was not closed properly. But I coulda bet my life that I had closed it nice and good. Just then, I felt a smirk coming.

With one exaggerated swing of hand, I whipped open the door to hall 1. Guess what I saw?

A couple of schoolkids staring straight at me. Oops! Busted for the second time! I said it would take much more to get ahead of me, right?

But because I'm Mr. Best Customer Service, how could I bear to reprimand them? Plus it's not nice to embarrass people like that. So I asked if they needed help.

Very predictably, the girl said, "Oh, going toilet."

I directed them very politely to the toilet that was outside our cinema premises. You know the best thing? I made eye contact with both of them and smiled really sweetly at them.

As I saw their backs diminish into the distance, I beckoned to my colleagues at the snackbar. Then I had a good evil laugh.

When they came back, I courteously directed them back to hall 1. I made a slight emphasis on 'hall 1'.

I made sure they were in there nice and cosy for the rest of the sucky movie.

The Intriguing Character

Usually, I don't act normal when I meet new people. I also dwindle into a self-absorbed introvert. However, today, I met a guy who left me so intrigued.

I had accompanied a friend to an interview in some dubious location. But it turned out not as dubious as we'd expected. The office was however sparsely furbished. It was bare and I dare say, depressing. Anyways, the intrigueing guy's called Jing Wei (or something like that).

Well-dressed young man. Nicely pressed shirt, modern flat-fronted pants, and a kickass pair of pointy-head faux alligator hide shoes. Plus he was pretty friendly.

When my friend went for the closed door interview, I was chatting with Jing Wei. Very strangely, I told him about my misadventures in SP. Well, he asked me first, anyway. Then suddenly, he asked me, "How old you think I am?"

For the record, I hate to play guessing games. So after a moment of hesitation and choking, I vomited, "21?"

Oh yes, before that, I had told him my age. On the side note, I'd like to think of myself as 18, though technically I'm only 17.

Okay, so after my lousy guess, he said very matter-of-factly with a straight face, "Hmm, that means I'm actually younger than you,"

I gasped right into his flawless face (not fair lah!) and laughed hysterically to myself. Seriously!

Because I really cannot get a grip of reality, I demanded to see his ID. Just then, he said, "You know why I ask you how's SP like? Because I also from SP." With that, he willingly presented his ez-link card.

GOSH! For goodness' sake! He really was my age. I continued to laugh hysterically.

And because I couldn't control myself, I asked, "So where did you get your shoes?"

"Far East Plaza." he said.

At my age, he actually has a career going on. He may be giving up his studies at SP. Whoa! The kinds of people that are actually out there!! I'm so thrilled and intrigued.

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Recently, this issue of service has been a really hot topic and they're having some measures to improve customer service. I think it's overhyped.

Customer service simply defines 'you are what you get'.

Of course, I believe I have good customer service. Don't you read the papers??? Bear with me as I inflate my ego way beyond it's capacity.

Today at work, I was recognized by more people as 'the guy featured in the papers'. A trio of Chinese foreign students agreed unanimously that my customer service was good. I'm so touched.

However, today wasn't one of those happy and enthusiastic attitude day at work because I was still intrigued by the precocious teen I met earlier. So I was largely distracted. Nevertheless, I provided good service.

Some customers deserve to get slapped. Like seriously. But then I have to "keep up my good name and the company's". Just the other time, I was practically railing at a pesky auntie because she was being intrusive and rude. But she was way too barbaric to find that I was virtually at my most discourteous and frustrated state.

What can I say? You are what you really get.

I'm just so happy with myself that I can hug myself to death. Ahh, what an expression.

All right, I shall see you again when I see you again!

I've been missing for some time eh?

It feels funny. I don't know why, but suddenly I lost interest in blogging. I think I'm largely lazy. Lazy to even log on to the Net.

So I've been up to many things for the time that I was missing from the Blogosphere.

The very first and most important thing: DID YOU SEE ME ON THE SUNDAY TIMES' LIFESTYLE SECTION???

Haha!... I know I'm pretty shameless. But anyways, the truth is out. I work at Eng Wah Suntec. I got Best Service. Cool.

But seriously, it was mostly luck. This type of review isn't accurate. It doesn't really reflect the whole picture.

LIKE I CARE!! I saw myself on the paper! That's it! And I got nominated for Best Service! I will continue to work hard.

I told you I loved my job...

Last week, I painted on a pair of slip-ons. Again. I'd like to stress that it's my hobby and it'll not fade into oblivion. Carelessly dished out in jet black and pale gold, my new creation is indeed a head-turner. It'll make any self-respecting fashionista go ga-ga. So all I'm saying is, it's nice.

Well, I didn't think it was that stunning until Hairianto said, "Damn, I wish these were mine," because he got that for a friend instead.

My creations are careless yet deliberate, tacky yet stunning. I like the rugged, unpolished look.

My mother will scream at me if I were to keep all the shoes to myself. So since I can't do it for myself, I do it for other people. It's a nice feeling to make people feel good about themselves when they dress nicely. And what way to dress nicely than to complete your outfit with a pair of shoes that explodes with vibrance and screams subtly for attention?

Sorry, but I don't have photos. BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE A DIGICAM!

Then on Saturday, the day I passed Hairianto the shoes, Hui Yi gave me a couple of pieces of clothes to work on. White short skirt and white tank top.

On Saturday itself, I finished with the skirt. Shamelessly studded on with my precious bling-bling, the skirt is one-of-a-kind. Though some would say, "Eeee, that one copy Levi's one..." Whatever.

There's a fabulous butterfly motif at the right side. It's so fabulous that for the first time, I believe I can draw things as they are in reality.

And you know the best thing? I'm not charging anything. Haha!... I'd like to say that I reserve this free-of-charge service to close friends only. Hell yes I'm gonna earn money from this. Just not so soon. I've much more to learn.

Last Tuesday, I went on a movie marathon of 3 movies. It's like an annual event since last year, because it's like the only time that everyone (means my colleagues) are free to go catch some movies. Duh, I had fun.

I still haven't found dirt cheap slip-on shoes. My friend told me there's a store in Bugis, but they moved to Chinatown. And to Chinatown I went. Then I realised that Chinatown isn't exactly small and organised. Chinatown is very general. So of course, I ended up with sore feet instead. From Outram station, I strangely found my journey ending at Tanjong Pagar station.

ZINC. I hate it. You know that brand that carries sling bags and all? It's everywhere. It's disgusting. Whenever I see mass-produced goods, it gives me the chills. I think mass-produced apparel are gross.

Like the new Samuel & Kevin Camou Bags collection. So ordinary, so boring, so mass-produced. I cannot stand boring things.

That's why I love my job so much. Let's feast our eyes on the photo again.