'We look to the dawn and it's an African dawn, and we feel like we feel 'cause we're African born, and we're proud, proud to call Africa home...'
excerpts from what i wrote in school today:
'Memory is the strangest thing. Life and memory. Just think, one day ago I was doing this, two days ago I was doing that, its all just so surreal. I can remember some things in all clarity, how the moments felt, but i just can't seem to relive the moments properly. There's just something missing. The actuality of it perhaps? Maybe because its all become faint threads of things that had happened but are not happening now. I seem to be still clinging to the last vestiges of a sub-reality i was living in for the past week or so. Perhaps at time when the sub-reality is stronger than reality, we never really return to normal again. Because reality has the potential to be what you choose it to be. Maybe its within control sometimes, maybe not. But the magic of the past week... I don't want to lose it, but I think I already have. Because I have to bitterly embrace my current reality. I don't know how I can go back to living my stupid mundane life, but I guess I can. Eventually.' written during math lecture
yes, i enjoyed South Africa. very much indeed, and was/am really sad to leave. but it seems like whoever asks me how it was, the answer always seems to be the same. 'its damn fun'. i don't know how to put across all that i've seen, felt, smelled and experienced in a few sentences. words fail me. school was rather weird today... the fact that just several hours ago i was still in south africa, made life in singapore and especially school, seem particularly mundane. and boring. i don't really know if its entirely the place that made it so great, but i'm quite sure the people i was with and the people there made a whole world of difference. the people there are friendly, spontaneous, funny, at least those we met. and the people i was with, so fun, all the time we spent together singing and slacking and stuff, and the performing at the schools, giving dance and drama workshops... its just so enjoyable. and the place is wonderful too, the fresh air, the comfortable weather, and the safari with the wide expanse of land, animals running free in the wild, and beautiful scenery. there's just so much we did, in so few days, which seemed to be so long yet so short, as a day seemed like many days as we were so comfortable there, but not long enough apparently, because its already over.
there's passion in the place.
'It's over and past. But funny, what do people live for? The past, the present or the future? Because the present will eventually become past anyway, everything does once it passes. And sometimes it seems that the memories of the past sustain the present... because memories of the past are what differentiates the individual or shared experiences of each person, his/her personality and how they live their life. If life was always a blank slate and all memories or experiences being constantly erased... wouldn't it be rather boring and meaningless? I would treasure my memories, good or bad. Recently rather damn good.' written during geog tutorial
i think we all bonded with each other to some extent on the trip. with much joking, laughing, singing and joy. i think we also enjoyed the interaction and exploring of another culture(s). don't know how life can ever be the same again. really quite glad i'm in ac, given me the chance to experience so much, especially in drama. anyway... this is definitely one of the best experiences in my life, and probably would be for a long time to come.
:9:54 PM: :sugah~plum
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