Reading Nic’s blog made me think back on my experience in Dhaka….
I still remember how the city smelt: the cigarette smoke (most people there smoke a lot), the dust in the air, the exhaust fumes… that’s the bad smells, there were the nice smells too… of Peter’s cooking, of my room…
I still remember the people I met there: Some I like remembering… Others - not so much… None of whom I will mention in this blog… (In case the annoying spammers find their way here too…)
I still remember how I felt there: Excited… Curious… Lonely…
I still remember all my experiences there: Plenty of good - The trips out of Dhaka, the food, the concerts… Plenty of bad - Some of which I will never mention again…
It’s a strange thing being overseas alone… You’ll never know what that’s like till you actually go… And then it’s different for different people… My experience will always and only be mine…
Then again, looking back, there’s a lot of comfort in knowing God was there with me, showing me things I’d never known all my life, teaching me a lesson that I will never ever forget. I now know that I will never be right without Him in my life. I could never go away from Him.
Took me 6 months over there, and another 6 months back here, to learn that…
The saddest friend you’ll ever have is one whom you expect to never keep a promise.
Life in transition
I finally told everyone in my section the news… It was an open secret… Everyone knew… But they were polite enough not to mention it before I did…
News gets around in a small office.
Someone asked me if I would miss what I was doing… I wasn’t sure what to say… I mean, I love working with my actors… I love working with my co-workers… But there’s something about the place that always gets me down. Maybe it’s just not where I’m meant to stay long in… I dunno… It’s just a nagging feeling…
- I will miss my colleagues… I will miss the cavalier chatter around the office… I will miss not needing to sound smart or mature or both… I will miss nagging the director… I will miss dragging my team leader for lunch… I will miss buying chocolate muffins with RC… I will miss the Georges… I will miss hearing PY shouting “paltrow!” across the office… I will miss my temp and his transformers obsession… I will miss lunches with Name Sweat & bunch…
- I will miss my actors… I will miss discussing my love-life with CSP… I will miss suaning EC about his manly voice… I will miss suaning MCS about being rich and famous… I will miss AS and his long emo hair… I will miss CT and hearing all the cool trips she goes for… I will miss MB and her funny stories… I will miss YR even with all the trouble he’s given me… *sigh*
- I will miss the titles I’m working on… I love them both and I wanna see it when they are all done… I will miss listening to the theme songs, very catchy and uplifting…
- I will miss walking around barefoot in office… I will miss stressing about producers’ last minute bombshells… I will miss sneaking my lunch when the big big boss isn’t around… I will miss the toilet key hunts… I will miss wearing jeans to work…
I’m not regretting or anything… I’m really excited about where I’m going… But well, I didn’t realize till now that there was so much to look back on…