Variables.

I put the “pro” in procrastination.

My photojournalism assignment is due this Friday and I have yet to settle on a theme. It’s has to be either poverty, lifestyle, crisis or public/private event. I think I’m screwed D:

I’ve recruited Ramin as my mentor/creative genius like person for the assignment. Made a date with him to go trigger happy on Wednesday. Don’t know what we’re gonna end up shooting but it’s got to fit into one of those themes up there. If shit hits the fan… we’ll head to Chow Kit or something and take photos of beggars and grime.

But to be honest, I hope it doesn’t happen. I’m actually quite chicken about bringing myself to Chow Kit. Last time when I was a kid and followed my parents around everywhere, we’d go to the wet market in Chow Kit almost weekly. I hated it. Being there made me feel like I was catching some contagious disease. I’d pass by all sorts of people (especially in the darker alleys further in) and they’d all give me this cock stare if I happened to cross eyes with them. It was this look that plainly said “Mind yourself.” Or at least that’s how I perceived it at the time.

So yeah, I really hope I don’t need to use Chow Kit as my background. It gives me the creeps D: