I had this batch mate at college, who was, badly a photographer!!
First, she half killed here dad, emotionally, to buy her a D-SLR camera. Then, she started uploading every single snap of hers, on Facebook, which were gibberish, even in the most abstract sense of art, and captioned them with english words, I never came across, in a dictionary!!!
She tortured every single, helpless insect, to the maximum, to flaunt her photographic skills. And, when she would, rarely though, fall short of subjects, she would go back to her signature topic.
Meaningless, scary selfies!!!
I mean, one of her selfies, was strong enough to have scared, even Al-Qaida terrorists!!!
She was one of those photographers, who, when offered a drink, would first click pictures of the filled glass, a not-so-filled glass, a half empty, and an almost empty glass, from so many angles and dimensions, that, by the time she would be done, I would probably have got over...my hangover!!!
First, she half killed here dad, emotionally, to buy her a D-SLR camera. Then, she started uploading every single snap of hers, on Facebook, which were gibberish, even in the most abstract sense of art, and captioned them with english words, I never came across, in a dictionary!!!
She tortured every single, helpless insect, to the maximum, to flaunt her photographic skills. And, when she would, rarely though, fall short of subjects, she would go back to her signature topic.
Meaningless, scary selfies!!!
I mean, one of her selfies, was strong enough to have scared, even Al-Qaida terrorists!!!
She was one of those photographers, who, when offered a drink, would first click pictures of the filled glass, a not-so-filled glass, a half empty, and an almost empty glass, from so many angles and dimensions, that, by the time she would be done, I would probably have got over...my hangover!!!
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