It's almost time
I haven't typed out my resignation letter.
No big rush I guess. Once I hand it in, I'm out of here in 4 days
(after I deduct my annual leave and such).
I've only been in this agency for a relatively short time.
Well, one year is rather short compared to the 5 years in my previous one.
When I left that place a year ago, I needed two big moving boxes and several bags. That's how lived-in my space was.
When I came here, I didn't quite allow myself to take root.
Maybe subconsciously I knew I wouldn't be staying long.
When I leave end of next week, a big paper bag would suffice to carry my minimum belongings.
While it's a relief to know I'll no longer be working in the city, I'll miss my buddies (Box and the gang), the daily pantry ritual and the new friends I've made.
Truth be told, I'm not overly excited about leaving.
Or starting work at the end of this month at a new place.
These days I don't get excited very much.
Now why is that?
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The week that was:
The past week was quite uneventful, except for D starting on his new job as an education counsellor at a college in our sub-urb.
Its Indian Cultural Society organised a culture night on Saturday.
And D surprised me by taking me there.
So we went, half wondering if we'd be the only Chinese.
But it was really so nice to discover that the committee members and performers were all multi-racial. Making the show even more colourful.
I guess that's the beauty about living in this country.
We embrace other cultures like our own, some more than others.
Like my best friend LY - she knows most Bollywood songs by heart, gets all excited over sari/lengha shopping and can do a mean butt shimmy. Everyone's bet is on her marrying an Indian man one day.
Anyhoo, the performances were really good.
And boy, can they dance.
From the fast-paced stick percusssion ensemble to skillful classical dances to sexy modern numbers, it was quite a treat.
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My mom's birthday was on the 3rd of October.
She's 54 this year.
We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant on Sunday with wine and cake.
I think I guzzled probably half a bottle on my own.
Ah...
No big rush I guess. Once I hand it in, I'm out of here in 4 days
(after I deduct my annual leave and such).
I've only been in this agency for a relatively short time.
Well, one year is rather short compared to the 5 years in my previous one.
When I left that place a year ago, I needed two big moving boxes and several bags. That's how lived-in my space was.
When I came here, I didn't quite allow myself to take root.
Maybe subconsciously I knew I wouldn't be staying long.
When I leave end of next week, a big paper bag would suffice to carry my minimum belongings.
While it's a relief to know I'll no longer be working in the city, I'll miss my buddies (Box and the gang), the daily pantry ritual and the new friends I've made.
Truth be told, I'm not overly excited about leaving.
Or starting work at the end of this month at a new place.
These days I don't get excited very much.
Now why is that?
----------
The week that was:
The past week was quite uneventful, except for D starting on his new job as an education counsellor at a college in our sub-urb.
Its Indian Cultural Society organised a culture night on Saturday.
And D surprised me by taking me there.
So we went, half wondering if we'd be the only Chinese.
But it was really so nice to discover that the committee members and performers were all multi-racial. Making the show even more colourful.
I guess that's the beauty about living in this country.
We embrace other cultures like our own, some more than others.
Like my best friend LY - she knows most Bollywood songs by heart, gets all excited over sari/lengha shopping and can do a mean butt shimmy. Everyone's bet is on her marrying an Indian man one day.
Anyhoo, the performances were really good.
And boy, can they dance.
From the fast-paced stick percusssion ensemble to skillful classical dances to sexy modern numbers, it was quite a treat.
------------
My mom's birthday was on the 3rd of October.
She's 54 this year.
We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant on Sunday with wine and cake.
I think I guzzled probably half a bottle on my own.
Ah...
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says Wandernut on Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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Wow - Im Indian and even i dont know most Bollywood songs by heart, and I hate saree shopping.
Its very a heart warming feeling whenever one hears a story of a person from a diff country embracing or appreciating your culture.
some time back i attended a show by the Temple of Fine Arts in Brickfields...it was a chinese story performed in a fusion of indian and chinese classical dance. Butterfly Lovers, it was called. i was enthralled. i like indian dance...so vibrant.
as for your resignation...i know how you feel. i left the last job with just a box.
it appears that a lot of us in a certain age group are stuck in ennui. at least you exercise! :)
am looking around for part-time creative writing classes. any ideas?
Rat: You have a beautiful culture that is easy to love and embrace ;) Like, I don't think Eskimo culture will ever catch on here... give me a tosai over fresh whale blubber any day. And one can't quite dance all bundled up in reindeer skin.
Spot: Stuck in ennui. I only found out what the 'ennui' meant sometime this year. It's going into my list of favourite words :)
Exercise - it's necessary pain, oh yeah, I like pain...*hits head with my keyboard*...
As for part-time creative writing courses, you really don't need one. Most (from what I heard) are disappointing rip-offs or they'll just tell you stuff you already know ;)
Hey, why don't YOU start a class :D
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