You've stolen my heart

I went on my first assignment as a photojournalist yesterday and it was surreal! I was using a Canon 1D! And I felt like an investigator trying to find clues and solve a crime. I reached the place where I was assigned to shoot photos but when I went there after class, all the school kids were gone! I was telling myself, so this is it huh? First assignment and I have nothing to hand in to the paper. So I asked for a contact number and I called but no one picked up. Then I walked out of the auditorium and saw a long yellow school bus parked by the curb. I walked past it, feeling a little confused what am I supposed to do and where am I supposed to find the kids, I know they're not gone yet. So I mustered a tiny bit of courage, walked to the bus and tapped at the glass door. A black man, opened the door and I asked if he knew where are the school kids. He had thick Jamaican accent. So you can imagine him speaking like "Yo mahn, wassup?". He was very helpful and directed me to Pershing Center.

To cut the long story short, the kids weren't in Pershing Center. I found them in the end and took pictures of them. But guess what happened next? My camera ran out of battery. I charged the battery yesterday at the newspaper's office. But I didn't charge up I guess. So I ran back to my room to get my comparatively puny camera and took some shot. And the battery died again! So I went back again to get my spare battery. So at the end of the ordeal, I'd been lugging two heavy cameras for an hour and a half and taken only a few pictures because I was so noob I didn't know what would make a good picture. And I didn't ask for names except for one fella. Sigh.

But the paper ran the picture on the front page this morning. I guess the Math Day was big news and they didn't have anything better from me. I'm so noob!

On the brighter side, I woke up on the right side of the bed today. The usual gloominess is non-existent. Hmmmm.

It's in the negative!

It's 7.34am and my class starts 20 minutes from now. I just woke up, brushed my little teeth and scrubbed my face and checked the weather. It's -2 now. It's still fall! What's this man. This is the first time I have to walk to class at such cold weather. Ahh, the weather, what an exciting thing to keep up with.

1st November.

Hmm, it's November. I was writing the date on my notes and I had to write 11 instead of 10. I still write 1/11/09 instead of the American 11/1/09. Don't like the American way with writing dates.

November. For a moment I stopped and realized how glad I am that this day I live in is still 2009. I was telling Han Sen a few days ago that we're coming to an end of a decade. What if at some point I'll have to write 2010. How much different a person would I be? A bit of rushing here and there, exams, quizzes, papers to write, then 2009 will come to an end. I can see January 2010 already. Can I stay in November and December longer? I love these two months.

Oh, and how was everyone's Halloween? I happened to be the only one who turned up for work. But yesterday was a good work day because everyone was too busy dressing up and roam the streets and parties in their costumes that only a handful was in the union, hence less rubbish.

I came home after band practice today and dug the fridge for food. I had eggs, frozen vegie and broke pieces of frozen rice with my hands. I told myself if my kids ever eat this way I'd feel heartache but at the same time I would expect them to eat what they have left instead of eating out; to learn what it's like to be frugal you know. But eating frozen food still sucks, I feel so pooor =(

Ujian sejarah esok. Aku belah pergi baca tentang orang Mongolia dulu lah.

My old t-shirt.

It's an old white turned yellowish shirt with a few holes around the collar line. I wore it to sleep last night. And I wore it to class this morning because I was running late.

See, the good thing about cold weather and thick padded jackets is that it doesn't matter what you wear underneath the sweater. I know I'm liking this. Pajamas to class!

But in life, it's the complete opposite. What you wear in your heart is more important that the facade you put on everyday. Substance that lie within matters more.

Good morning!

p.s. I burnt a muffin by heating it up in the microwave. How can such an awesome cook burn a muffin in a microwave oven!!! Burnt raisin smell fills the air in my room. Ahh.

David Grey.

Visited a local bookstore today and this was playing in the background.