Tuesday, August 01, 2006
By week's end, I will have finished my attachment - something that seems to surprise nearly everyone at the lab. The common consensus is that it barely feels like I have been around that long. To which I usually smile and say something along the lines of, "Yes, it certainly seems that way, doesn't it?" I suppose the passing of time may have made a bit more of an impression on my lab-mates if I had.
Feels like you've only just arrived yesterday. Judging by the amount of progress I've made in the preceding 7 weeks - that sounds like a reasonable statement.
Well, well. It wouldn't do to spend my last few days wallowing in dysphoria when there's still much to learn, and make up for.
Saturday was spent in complete sloth of the worst, most aimless type. Sunday was a massive improvement - an afternoon ramble with JY, Enjun and my Nikon D70s through the Botanic Gardens that yielded fascinating finds like a Hidden Gate, a Red Brick Path, the extremely tacky but hilarious Evolution Garden, and Pretty Resurrected Lillies. I wore a long pink skirt and footwear that couldn't be called extremely practical. Unsurprisingly, I tended to forget the skirt whenever the photography urge came calling - doing as I would have done in sensible jeans, i.e. crouch on the muddy ground, angling for a satisfactory shot, heedless of the mud and dirt invading the hem of my skirt.
In the evening, I attended an outdoor performance by this local band called TIEN. Strangely enough, it was my uncle who initiated it - apparently one of the members of the band was my aunt's colleague. There was a break in the first half, during which a guy in the audience, publicly and emotionally proposed to his long-time sweetheart. Of course, the band followed that up with a suitably romantic number. I was actually moved, if you will believe it.
Photos are, as usual, up on Flickr.
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