Saturday, March 24, 2007
blogger has been pretty screwy recently, so really sorry for the lack of updates/missing posts etc. or maybe its just my comp. its 11.53 pm now and tmr i have to be at bedok mrt by 10am to grill satay for the elders (yes i know the accurate term is probably elderly but i'm so used to calling them the elders by now because everyone else does).
what can i say. i'm busy every single day. i hate work when i'm forced to wake up every single day early in the morning, even on saturdays (there's a reason why i don't like going out on sundays my friends. or even weekends. AHEMZZAHEM. haha that was so not obvious.)
but there's this sort of fulfilment too, that i don't think i'll get at any other job. its knowing that i'm actually doing something, something worth doing, something i actually enjoy doing sometimes, and getting bloody paid for it.
so what if the pay is peanuts haha. (the interns always unabashedly flaunt this information around, esp aik chuan during tea sessions. makes us seem more noble you see. lols. if not he'll tell his story about giving out sweets on the streets to the myanmar kids and how he and his kaki were backed onto a bridge over a longkang but nvm.)
i have no stories to tell. besides those which aren't mine. the anshuman/nidhi story is my most used because to me it truly is the most touching. if not i'll do a ruby and scare off all the volunteers by saying the usual "you can go for just ONE eldercare session per year and that's fine, as long as you commit yourself to turn up and not back out last-minute". stress on the "
do not back out last minute" again and you can almost see the volunteers squirming backwards uncomfortably in their seats. haha no la.
and we'll show the zimbabwe video, simply because its my fav. thanks u guys for always letting me show it even though i know you don't like it. like the other interns said, i can practically memorise the entire video now (and it is a pretty long vid). from whats said, to whats sung, even the little african boy's raucous rendition of some "
jamba eeyyyee jambaaaa".
so cute la i tell u. and of course who can forget the "
I want to thank you for the rest of my life" ditty. its bloody classic.
i havent told anyone this but when i first saw the zimbabwe video, i cried. it was that touching, it really was.
and i'll leave with so many, many memories. the 1000001 eldercare distributions, activities and tours we had.
fragrance factory tour where farah and i were snubbed by the cheena clerks, agrotech farm where the elderly stood and waited for the fucking bus driver for 45 minutes, toy museum where some woman on the road got out of her car and started screaming at us for blocking traffic, steamboat dinner where i never got to thank ngee ann's scc properly, goodwood lunch where siti and i stood on either side of the bleeding woman and held her hands, east coast picnic where farah and i went into turbo overdrive mode rushing out 36 thick tuna sandwiches and didnt have enough money to pay for the taxi fare, the expression of the girl at the macdonalds counter when we told her we wanted 60 sausage mcmuffins
("60?!" "yes 60". "you mean 16 or 60??". "6-0. six-ty. " and then aik chuan very cleverly inserts a "don't worry we can afford it", and me and him and farah just sat at the table in macs while watching them rush around like harried turkeys and the three of us laughing and laughing and laughing for 20 minutes. ohmyGOD.)
realising we didnt have enough rice sacks to distribute around at the SAC itself and waiting for aiks and farah to take a lift from emily's friend back to YC to get more rice and just standing there watching the elderly
think so freaking fast playing rummy using plastic cards and repeatedly turning down the old man who kept pushing me to sing and talking to jon about his POP, hay dairies the day after when i felt something prodding my jeans and realised a goat was nibbling it,
just yesterday when farah and aiks and i sat in the semi-darkness listening to the board interviewing our Executive-Directors to-be,
just today when farah and i watched madagascar and realised our newfound love for king julian together.
oh god so many things. and those were just the eldercare stuff summarised to the most basic.
i would bring up the volunteers as well, or other stuff like napping in the lounge (god the cushions there are softer than my own bed), but you know what. this is getting emo. haha. i still have a week left.
i don't know how or what. feelings are like ripples of water in the swimming pool, criss-crossing, overlapping each other again and again until everything takes on a cerulean wobbly disillusioned gleam but the sunlight shines golden-white on the moving surface, blinding me.
and then i hear songs like Te Busque by nelly furtado (i'm a newly converted fan) ft juanes, and things have this potential of making sense. Loose has so many beautiful songs.
I've been high I've been lowI've been fast I've been slowI've had nowhere to goMissed the bus missed the showI've been down on my luckI've felt like giving upMy life locked in a trunkWhen it hurt way too muchI needed a reason to liveSome love inside me to giveI couldn't rest I had to keep on searchingTe busque de bajo de las piedras y no te-encontreEn la manana fria y en la noche te-busqueHasta enloquecerPero tu llegaste a mi vida como una luzSanando las heridas de mi corazonHaciendo me-sentir vivo otra vezI've been too sad to speak and too tired to eatBeen too lonely to sing, the devil cut off my wingsI've been hurt by my past but I feel the futureIn my dreams and it lasts I wake up I'm not sureI wanted to find the light something just didn't feel rightI needed an answer to end all my searchingI look in the mirror the picture's getting clearerI wanna be myself but does the world really need herI ache for this earth, I stopped going to churchSee God in the trees makes me fall to my kneesMy depression keeps building like a cup overfillingMy heart so rigid I keep it in the fridgeIt hurts so bad that I can't dry my eyesCuz they keep on refilling with the tears that I cry...have i mentioned how i nearly died recently?
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