Gym class — I was fighting for my life (and grades) during the 4 hour straight badminton games. The sweat pouring on my face was as heavy and damp as the rain outside the covered court. It doesn’t take a genius to say that I was already worn out (even my messy hair says so). I needed some air, a break, or at least I needed to pee. So while waiting for my turn, I ran outside to the nearest comfort room. Suddenly, two people (one of them I’m familiar with) came into the view. They were packing up their photography equipment inside a car. Then out of the blue, one of them shouted “Hey, have you ever done and tried any modeling or at least posing for the camera?”, and without thinking twice with my haggard-walking-dead state, I said “Yes, I can try”.
Yes, during my puberty stage my dream was to become a model. But I guess my body ran out of growth spurt.
Yes, I’ve always loved working with the camera.
Yes, I never missed (or used to) an episode of Americas Next Top Model.
Yes, when I get high in coffee and my serotonin levels are skyrocketing, I turn the volume up, and do crazy (model-like) things in front of the mirror.
Yes, I finally had my first non-academic related photo-shoot yesterday.
And yes, it was not what I’ve expected myself to be in when I was young. But it’s a nice and overwhelming feeling when one of your suppressed dreams comes true — even in the uncanny time of gym class.