Life of a Cameragirl.

"Your job for today is to just follow him around. Record everywhere and everything he do. Okay?" The Director told me.

Today is my first day as a cameraman. Well, cameragirl actually. My name is Mijun, and it has been my dream to be a professional cameraman.

"Got it. I will do my best, sir." I look at the Director confidently. But words are easier said than done. Anything could happen. I don't even know who "he" is that the Director implying, but I guess I will find out soon.

...

I am polishing my camera lens while waiting for the main actor to get ready. Apparently this actor is the "he" whom I have to stick around with the entire day. Somehow, I'm not very excited to be his cameraman. I mean, he is an hour late and now, he wants the entire crew to wait even more while he did his make-up. He must be a real Diva. Sigh...

...

12.00 am

"Wow! You're home late. How was your first day at work?" My housemate, Lyn asks me as soon as I walk in.

"I don't wanna talk 'bout it." I replied while making my way to the kitchen. I grab whatever edibles in the fridge. Yesterday's lasagne, some bananas, leftover fried rice and remaining milk. Lyn looked at me weirdly as I sit next to her, in front of the TV.

"Can you finish them all?" She asked, because I usually can't even finish a plate of rice, but today is exceptional.

"Do you know how my day went?" I said as I shove the cold lasagne into my mouth.

"No. You didn't want to talk about it, remember?" She replied.

"Choi..." I said. Still chewing the lasagne in my mouth.
"Why are you swearing at me?" Between us two, we use 'Choi' as a swear.
"No, no." I replied. "That's not what I mean. What was the actor name? Choi something..."
"Wow! You work with an actor? Choi who? Choi Sungmin? Choi Sooyoung? Gina Choi?..." Lyn switched to fangirl mood.
"No... A guy. Choi..." I'm trying hard to recall my memory.
"OMG! Don't tell me Choi Seunghyun!" Lyn widened her eyes.
I shook my head.
"Umm...Choi Dong-Wook? Choi Siwon? Choi Minho?"
"Hah! Choi Minho!" I slammed the coffee table.
"Wow! You hang out with Minho. Lucky you." Lyn pushed my shoulder.
"Lucky? Yeah, right. Do you know that he was an hour late? Then, when we were about to start shooting, it was almost lunch time, but since we're already late on schedule, there were no break. That's not fair! I was really hungry. Plus, we walk up and down hills, walk for miles and worst thing yet, I have to film him eating. Oh My God! He was eating Lobster, you know. Can you imagine watching someone eat an amazing meal while you're starve to death? And he didn't even offer or left some for the crew. Such diva! Humph!" I clench my fists tight.
"Awww~~ You poor thing. How dare my handsome Minho oppa let my Mijunie starve." Lyn said as she pinches my left cheek.
I just let her do it. I am too hungry to care.
"Wow! It's the first time ever you let me play with your cheeks. You must have had it hard, huh. Don't worry too much, okay. The first days are always like that. Eventually, it will get better. Now, cheer up. Or else you won't get any of my homemade Mandu."
I look at Lyn with watery eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.
"I love you." I said to her with my dirty hands on my heart.

But, will it really be better soon? I don't know. So far, I hate that Minho guy, but it could be only my first impression of him. Hopefully, our relationship will not continue this way. LOL! "Relationship?" That came wrongly. I'm just a person behind/holding the camera while he is the "Star!" whom everyone falls in love with. Whatever. My relationship with this fried rice is more important than with him. Om nom nom~

To be continued.

Diary #6

How could this happen to me
But even worse, how could this happen to you
It began with a letter and was the beginning of pain
Imma tell it to you straight
Hey look


Every breathless day frantically passes
At some point, meeting you became a precious bond
All of the universe appeared beautiful
I came to like what you liked
Within our perfectly stable days
Sharing our inner most feelings
I've been ill, There's no reply
Sorry. I'm sorry, bye


Oh mom, What should I do mom
A selfishness hotter than a fire torments me, Oh my God
Oh mom, I promise mom, What can I do
Now, I now, Oh my God, Oh my God


A desolate day, I receive a letter
Your circumstances make me tear
If my voice brightens your world
Farther and farther, I'll shout
Nananana Nananana
Do you hear my heavy heart
Friend, wipe your tears, I think you're prettier when you smile
Sorry. I'm sorry, Oh my God


Baby don't cry, You stand vacantly alone
Don't worry, It may be lonely but you're not the only one
Look beside you, you're not alone


Life is funny, It's a delicate play with fire
Playful obstacles are life's restraints, Everything is for your heart's resolution so
Keep your head up


Oh mom, Oh mom




Now, when you read the above "article", did you think that it was a poem? Possibly a poem that I wrote myself? Well, unfortunately, no. This is a lyric of a song called "Oh mom". I think the lyric is very realistic and it touched my heart until, at some point, I cried when I'm thinking of my mother. Look at the lyric again and absorb the messages the songwriter tried to deliver to the listeners. If you wish to listen to it, look it up on youtube and search for the music video and translation as well. (The song is in Korean)
Assalamualaikum.

Diary #5

Few minutes after 12 last night, I logged in facebook and found out that today is one of my classmate's birthday. Then, I went straight to sleep with full confidence that my alarm was set at 05:00 (to wake up for sahur.)

04:50 - I was awoken by my roommate's alarm but I went back to sleep because it was too early, (whereas it was only 10 minutes early =.=.) and I knew that my alarm will wake me up. Even if it doesn't, her alarm is set on snooze, so it will ring again. (at least, that's what I thought.)

05:45 - I woke up and checked my phone. Check it again, again and again. I can't believe my eyes. What!? Why isn't my phone ringing? Oh... Now I remember. I turned it off yesterday. Astaghfirullah halazim, I only have a few minutes left, so I grabbed my water bottle (only half full) and drank it all the way down to the bottom. After finishing it, I heard azan for subuh.

Well, that's it. That's my story. This is the first time I miss sahur for this Ramadhan. I blame myself, and I hate myslef so much. Right now, I'm listening to Midnight by B2st. Yup. Pretty ironic. Midnight. I don't think I ever want to sleep late ever again. Astaghfirullah halazim.

Tadi satu kejadian yg buatkan aku terfikir bahawa Allah boleh menarik rezeki kita bila-bila masa.

Tadi semasa di UIA aku duduk ditempat pendaftaran. Dalam keadaan panas tu dah pasti la tekak aku kering dan memerlukan air. 

Jadi aku duk usha panjang cari kedai air. Agak jauh gak la. Selepas berkira aku pun pergi la berjalan ke kedai air tu.

So habis beli air tu, aku jalan dan duduk semula kat tempat pendaftaran tu.

Tengah nak bukak bungkusan tu. Pupp! jatuh pulak cawan tu. Terus pecah cawan tu dan berjujuran air keluar dari cawan.

Huhu! dalam keadaan panas dan jauh berjalan agak panas la hati kan gitu je berlalu air tu.

Tapi aku terkersima selepas ditegur kawan aku dia kata. "Kau tengok allah nak tarik rezeki ko bila-bila masa jer.."

Hmm, terus aku terfikir panjang. Air yg beberapa ringgit ni pun aku marah. Cuba kalau benda yg aku betul-betul sayang?

p/s: Sama-sama muhasabah diri kita. :)

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