Finally finished packing… went online to sort through my modules for next year and then mucked around looking at other people’s blogs. Seems like most people just park online… so, nothing much scandalous to read.
Hmm… going to India tomorrow… After a whole semester of planning for it, scheduling around interviews/meetings etc. I’m at long last going.
Was actually quite excited but as the night grew longer, well… the usual correlation happens.
A large part of my semester was spent structured around QS as well and my relationship (using the word loosely) with QS was tied very much to “after India trip”. Be it the initial optimism or the later trying-to-be-amiable resolution.
So going to India is in a sense the last bit of closure for me. There’s always the “after India” bit later. Am kinda afraid that I’ll break down and cry in India. It happened last year in Vietnam as well… and that time was coz of love lost too. Parallels so uncanny often scare me… hope they don’t return to haunt me again…
But this time, in India, I have responsibilities at hand. A leader is not supposed to let her personal emotions get into the way of official duties. I must be professional! I will! I can!
*hrmph*
Yes.
Wish me luck, keep me in prayers…
And I’ll see you again after the 28th.
Drifting off to dreamland… and then to another land…
Hmm… going to India tomorrow… After a whole semester of planning for it, scheduling around interviews/meetings etc. I’m at long last going.
Was actually quite excited but as the night grew longer, well… the usual correlation happens.
A large part of my semester was spent structured around QS as well and my relationship (using the word loosely) with QS was tied very much to “after India trip”. Be it the initial optimism or the later trying-to-be-amiable resolution.
So going to India is in a sense the last bit of closure for me. There’s always the “after India” bit later. Am kinda afraid that I’ll break down and cry in India. It happened last year in Vietnam as well… and that time was coz of love lost too. Parallels so uncanny often scare me… hope they don’t return to haunt me again…
But this time, in India, I have responsibilities at hand. A leader is not supposed to let her personal emotions get into the way of official duties. I must be professional! I will! I can!
*hrmph*
Yes.
Wish me luck, keep me in prayers…
And I’ll see you again after the 28th.
Drifting off to dreamland… and then to another land…
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, December 08, 2004 |
1 comments
