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the dance of life
The past
week has yet again flown by in the blink of an eye. This Monday marks the start
of week 6 of the ten week internship and I’m just wondering where all the time
has gone. The past weekend has been yet another flurry of activity involving
all sorts of drama.
Last
Tuesday I forgot to mention we watched Madagascar 3, a really feel good movie
in an air-conditioned movie theatre that could easily rival the Tiong Bahru
cinema. Enjoyed the cheap movie and popcorn :D
Saturday
was spent shifting house (yet again) for the last and final time before heading
to Ooty, a place in Tamil Nadu which is a good 8 hour journey away. We (6
Singaporeans) were traveling with one of our friend’s colleagues and her two
cousins so the 9 of us stopped over at Mysore to spend the night first before
continuing our journey to Ooty. The weather in Ooty is beautiful, the wind, the
smell of tea permeating the air, the sights of rows of terraces neatly cut into
the mountain; definitely worth the 8 hour drive. To get to Ooty we have to go
through the Bandipur Nature Reserve and we saw a sun bear, elephants,
deer and MONKEYS.
Some of the
Singaporeans didn’t come along and I guess I’ll miss them when they leave as
well because traveling without them just feels different. :S
The trip
was most fruitful – it’s like somehow divine intervention of sorts, speaking
with another girl who has been through what I’m going through, who has chosen
to be different. She’s a really nice girl and she’s given me a confidence booster
to go all out and do what I enjoy. No point harping about the past and what
could have been if only I had done this or that. The trip also taught me a lot
about viewpoints. Sorry if this post sounds like I’m documenting the entire
trip – I want to remember everything I’ve learnt. I’ve learnt to realize that staying
with other people is not easy at all and I have to continually remind myself
that people may find me difficult to live with as well. It’s not easy to live
with two girls who are opinionated, driven, self-declared independent. Not easy
at all. I hope the guys forgive us >.<
Woke up at
4am this morning to attend yet another wedding, this time round it involved
watching the couple perform rituals. The similarities to a Chinese wedding are
uncanny – the teasing (though a muted version), the blessings from elders and
receiving blessings from the parents of course with an Indian flavour to it. I
want to capture every single moment in my memory, capture the expression of the
bride, of the bride’s sister as she sees her younger sister getting married to
the man of her dreams, the psychedelic colours of the sarees worn by the
relatives.
Note to self: be somebody you would like to live with.