cong a.k.a jordana site of me and updates (will change soon)

I felt like I have been here in Toronto for so long. Except for some minor cultural differences that still grip me, I am localizing like a local.

But I am only here for only slightly more than 2 weeks.

My camera has always been mounted on my tripod at a corner beside my messy table of workstation. A canon 7D only used for taking snap shots of dinner I have cooked. What joke!

Gotta admit I am lazy slugging that workhorse around me whenever I go. iPhone camera works as good as I expected, or rather as close to my current expectations are. I am still not in travelling mood. Am still not.

My railway documentary is almost completing. Silly of me to bring so much pressure upon myself to do the editing even when I am so far away. But this work of mine is only so little of what I promised myself during the long holidays I had months ago. It is definitely more than a small step to soothe my personal ego to finish a documentary, more importantly I do not wish to disappoint whoever giving me the support and encouragement all along.

My luggage was overweight on one of the pair I brought here to Toronto. I had to repack them 3 times to evenly distribute the weight between the two. No doubt I brought alot of stuffs here. Most of them were actually meant to be thrown away while I stuffed new things in to bring home.

I told my exchange mates the reason why this trip is more than just a 5 month sting, which could be so stressful, so busy etc, is because I will be going through something my peers would not be able to go through. What I am going to bring home is priceless. Thus the space I will be reserving in my luggage, my spiritual luggage.

My camera will soon see the light in Toronto. A wife is more than just being a housewife eh? Both of them deserved more than that surely.