So Cha was asking why I don’t smile in pictures. I think it was a little too evident–or at least more so earlier–when after posting a series of images on the net for sharing (Facebook) and I got to reviewing them that I realized,  I was serious in most of them. If not, I was simply not smiling.

See, the problem with that is, personally, or even through email or sms, I’m generally a bungisngis person. Giggle around, mock around, kulit around and virtually your all around grin whore. Save for the past weeks that I was on 110 v (low batt, ika nga), I’m usually into the whole smiling thing.

But see, I’m vain. I’m very vain. I take so freakin many images and choose only which ones to post, and sadly, I feel I’m cuter when I look serious. Cute, being the operative word, of course. Till I start doing Miss Universe poses, I’m staying with that term. Vanity hasn’t permitted me to smile yet. Manager ko siya, eh, and a very demanding manager at that.

And then, I remember how Ger told me before about taking pictures of me–I was too multi-faceted, that, if a picture would be taken, it wouldn’t really encompass the whole JC idea. It’s a side, yes, but sadly, not a side she prefers. She likes me jolly. I like me serious. Curiously, life wise, we prefer the opposites. I wonder if these choices then simply mirror what we lack–if not forget– in our lives? (Wait, I lack seriousness? Oh. Come. Fucking. On!) But see, that’s the funny thing: this is how I project myself. If I know myself to be not this serious on the actuality, why would I feel the need for another facet like this?

Ikaw, baka kilala mo ako. What do you think?