Saturday, December 10, 2005
just came back home from mustaffa after shopping with my brother-in-law n sister. wow tt place is happenin in this time man. its more crowded than clementi at weekdays. hmmmm, maybe shd go there often if i cant sleep. IF i manage to sneak outta e house.aniwei e stuff there's reallllll cheap. shall start shopping there more often, and e perfume's real cheap!!!!!
aniwei my brother-in-law n sister might drop by o-bar tmrw nite. ahaha happening family ah. LOL.
im sleepy but cant sleep. just lying here in bed n typing this. lalalalalaaaa
tode (1oth dec) is my daddy's bdae! bought a pair of jeans for him from mustaffa. lalala. hope he likes it. 53 yrs old. hehe
just realised, this time a year ago i had just started out on my journy in india. that was certainly a life changing journey. i will never regret a single second taking up tt task. learnt so much, made so many new frens, and enjoyed myself to e max. n realli knew, wad i shd be grateful for, n not to take things for granted, tat there's always a bright side to life. i seriously encourage everyone to go on at least one volunteer trip in their life. but pls, those who are doing tt just for e chance for a cheap holidae, buzz off. u can always go on a holidae, but e experiences u get n e self-fulfilment u get from such a trip can never be bought, not even wif mastercard. hehe
on a more serious note, i reali learnt to appreciate my life more after tt trip. i haf so much those kids i helped, did not. yet they were not e ones complainin or whinin tt they were born to prostitutes or tt they are so poor they cant afford sch shoes or tt they're so hungry they skip meals for days in a row. in fact, they were e ones who were studyin hard to do well to try to do their parents (or social workers) proud, they were e ones taking n learnin any skills they can in order to earn money to get their mums out of e trade, they are e ones bringing u proudly to their homes to show their new "friends" to their family, they are e ones who, when hungry, share their biscuits with u, cuz they want to n not cuz they haf to. they are e ones, tho we offered to buy things when shopping, bought little souveniers for us with their hard-saved money cuz they wanted us to rememebr them by. they are e ones who hold n swing our hands down e street, buying cool drinks n sharing with u. they are e ones who truly know e value of life.
i miss those kids, ajit the handsome one my dear fren who loved my hair, sunil the romeo in love wif baby, but refusing to give in to her, abhijeet the clever geeky but sooo niceee n cute guy, mani the naughty one. n so much more.
i miss the social workers there, souvik the loved one, sutopa his love, our "saree" looker, angahuman the shy one who turned out to be gaya's love! miss e times we hung out n talked crap, shopped n painted e house together.
miss my frens i mde there, esp gaya shireen raabiya paran uma priya n all. all e laughter we shared coookin maggii mee in e middle of e nite, going shopping like C-R-A-Z-Y, esp gaya n shireen my shopping partners!, checking out cute "sarees" esp e black saree at e cafe, watching movies, esp swades n sharukh khan!, painting e place when there's no light, using our handphones as light, decorating the library n going shopping for e books to put in e library, scrapin e walls till we all looked like dustmites, paintin e outside of e house till even strangers pitched in to help, doin up e mural, checking out e "cute guy" next door, celebrating e birthdaes, laughing wif e kids n bringin em out, e bumpy bus rides all cramped up,gettin on e public bus was a daily challenge, where i almost fell off, the morning showers in cold water, the "clubbin" session we had wif our "nalgene water bottles" n bouncers, laughing wif e kids despite e language barrier, teachin em simple english n havin our hearts swell wif happiness when they remember it, being able to make em laff n call us "didi" n "dada" in just a few hours, them clammering for our attention n just wantin to be held n talked to, the little kids climbin all over us n laughin n pulling our hair,the opening ceromony of e shelther, the dances songs n e phototaking, playin cricket wif e kids tho 3/4 of us din know how to, singing sharkuh khan's songs, them bringing us to e festival where we played e scariest roller coaster ever n they laffed at us for being scared, sharing our food, them puttin henna for us, the tears in their eyes when we left, the tears in our eyes when we hugged goodbyes, the emotional farewell wif e neverending hugs for e didi's n dada's n promises of letters n returns. the book signing session, the presents we gave n got, the cold at darjeeling n how we got over tt, the delcious food n crazy temperature n e thousands of layers of clothes we wore, the chats we had till late at nite, the emotional goodbye at e airport, suthopa crying , makin us cry, n e silent journey back home, where we felt like we were leavin home, the happiness on being back to s'pore, but sad for leavin india, leavin our new frens, our new family.
akirti, i miss u, i love u. happy 1st anniversary project akriti....
ok now i haf tears in my eyes thinkin back...sigh..time to sleep...nite peeps..
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