Just conversations of me taking photos wtf
So for the longest time, the hubs has been my #Instahusband and WE WERE SO GOOD TOGETHER. He knows my angles, gets it when I'm retaining too much water ("Eh your face damn fat I tell you. Turn sideways lah!") and how to make me werk it for the camera.
Yup, that's how.
Then life happened and to serve our country (cues PROTECTINGGGGGGG SINGAPORE!), he was sent on a few overseas detachments.
No problem, life goes on. But because I had a few great projects coming my way (we have more videos coming up!) and my primary photographer and awesome biz partner Zach was well, being awesome at the biz... I was left to find a backup photographer (using this term loosely cause seriously, all he does is to click away) and I resorted to teaming up with my that crazy stalker of a fanboy Smith Leong.
(Hello, let me remind you he was #WhenIGrowUpIWantToBeFlora-ing on Insta even before we became friends wtf. I rest my case.)
He actually does a lot more than just click away.
dutifully happily accompanies me around Katong in search of pink houses to take OOTD and puts up with me calling in sick with perfectly legit reasons such as "Hi boss. I'm too fat to come into work today"
See what I have to put up with?!
But I got buy him dinner ok! Cause one bowl of laksa $5 only mah lol...
So anyway, how does the original Instahusband feel about his replacement?
Okay can, feedback well noted.