100414 because I'm Bored

So now that we're back from Bandung, it's time to face reality again. It's back to work and school, back to sleeping late and getting up early (wait, that's no different from Bandung then).

As it always is for any school-based trip, assignments are due to be submitted - we've got an 800-word essay, 30 pictures and 2 videos to submit as a group, though the essay is of course an individual piece of work.That'll be easy enough, and with any luck I'll be able to finish and submit it by today. I wasn't expecting it to be a magazine article though, but then again I'm just glad we don't have to design it too - Microsoft Word treats me a lot better than InDesign ever did.

Quite a few of the kids from SOS Lembang have been adding us on Facebook too, and what I personally like is how not all of them are from our designated houses. Somehow, it feels like we're slowly building a village to connect as many SOS kids with CMM facilitators too, though it still feels extremely bittersweet to see that they've made Mummy Boards for us (when we were there, we made boards for their foster mums as an expression of how much they loved them, and we called them Mummy Boards for easier understanding) to show us how much they miss us.

Maria (one of my girls) holding up a CMM Board she made with her friend.

I really miss them, and I think it's not so much that I wish I could talk to them again but more of I wish I could hug them again and take more pictures with them. I know I've been busy since I got back (more like busy being sick) but I'll add the photos I took of and with them up here as soon as I can.

Sigh. On to others! Seeing as there's absolutely nothing for me to do here (the only big thing is this event that everyone has to be in for tomorrow), I somewhat regret not taking an MC because I'm still sick and sitting here at my desk feeling like I have cotton wool stuffed in my head. Kat has literally nothing to do either, and I'm just hacking away at this post and pretending to look busy. 

Right, I could get started on that essay. But I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick. *rolls around*

11:11 just rolled around. It somewhat feels like I'm spending more wishes than I should, but then again it only happens twice every day so hey why not right? A little wishing never hurt after all.

Maybe she's mad at me (but what did I do?).

Maybe he's dead or just grown bored.

Maybe maybe maybe. 

Maybe I should just calm down and stop thinking so much.

The voices in my head are having way too much fun with me.

Someone outside the office is whistling the tune for The Mud Doll, which is an old Chinese song that I used to sing as a child. It's actually pretty sad when you think about it.

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,)

泥娃娃

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,)

泥娃娃

Yī gè ní wáwa, (A mud doll,)

一个泥娃娃

Yě yǒu nà méi máo, (Has the eyebrows too,) 

也有那眉毛

Yě yǒu nà yǎn jīng, (Has the eyes too,)

也有那眼睛

Yǎn jīng bú huì zhǎ. (Eyes will not blink.)

眼睛不会眨

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,)

泥娃娃

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,)

泥娃娃

Yīgè ní wáwa, (A mud doll,)

一个泥娃娃

Yě yǒu nà bízi, (Has the nose too,) 

也有那鼻子

Yě yǒu nà zuǐ bā, (Has the mouth too,) 

也有那嘴巴

Zuǐ bā bù shuō huà. (Mouth does not speak.)

嘴巴不说话

Tā shì ge jiǎ wáwa, (She is a fake doll,)

她是个假娃娃

Bú shì ge zhēn wáwa, (Not a real baby,)

不是个真娃娃

Tā méi yǒu qīn ài de māma, (She does not have a dear mother,)

她没有亲爱的妈妈

Yě méi yǒu bàba. (Also has no father.)

也没有爸爸

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,)

泥娃娃

Ní wáwa, (Mud doll,) 

泥娃娃

Yīgè ní wáwa, (A mud doll,)

一个泥娃娃

Wǒ zuò tā māma, (I'll be her mother,)

我做她妈妈

Wǒ zuò tā bàba, (I'll be her father,)

也做她爸爸

Yǒng yuǎn ài zhe tā. (Always love her.)

永远爱着她

I've also been enjoying this trance mix more than I really should:

As awesome as DnB is, I still love trance and house the best.

Kat's about as bored as I am. Nice. And I've decided to do the essay when I'm home - it's a decision I'm going to regret for sure, but eh.