I'm still recuperating from the emotional wounds left behind by the first season of Game of Thrones as I write this. If you have seen it or have read A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, you can probably empathize.
I have scarcely pulled myself out from the shock brought about by the graphic image of Ned Stark's head severed from his body while his two sheltered daughters look on, when my favorite Khal, Drogo, died from an infected wound. No, scratch that. Technically, he perished from suffocation. Certainly not the best way for an infamous Khal to die.
You should try watching GoT if you haven't yet. It's HBO though, so expect every episode to be saturated with nudity and explicit scenes, most of them unnecessary. It's not for the faint-hearted, staunch Catholics, and people under the age of 18. But the witty conversations between Varys and Littlefinger coupled with the unexpected lovestory of Dany and Drogo and the oozing appeal of Robb Stark and Jon Snow more than make up for the unnecessary parts.
So anyway, because of the lack of posts last week, I pulled myself out of oblivion to try and take more photos today. We managed to take two sets of outfit photos. We tried taking a third set of photos but the place we went to was heavy with elitist air. I'm never going back there again.
I swear I have soaked up enough UV rays today to shorten the life span of my skin cells. I forgot to replenish my vanity kit. But I guess I could use a bit more sun to chase away my gray pallor. UVA rays or UVB rays, I won't discriminate.