Here are some of the random things that happened over the past few days.
I had gotten my re-sized ring back a couple of weeks ago. It fits to a T now and produces the most sparkly reflections under the light..
Over the weekend, had also went to get my toenails done since we're flying off to Bali on Saturday.. I love this colour, it just represents the sun, sand and sea :) Had also tried out high heels since I would need to wear them for the photoshoot. Here's me in my sis' pair of heely sandals. My knees hurt after that. Really painful to wear. I can't imagine all that the woman is willing to go through just to look gorgeous!
On Monday, it was the start of my 3-day attachment programme at a CDC (Community Development Coucil), the place where are policies are administered on the ground. It was a truly eye-opening experience and I learnt quite a lot from the first day. As policy makers, we tend to be cooped up in our offices analysing issues from a top-down perspective. I felt the attachment was a really good opportunity to know the real issues faced on the ground. My first sit-in with an officer where the assessment process takes place, was with a mentally ill client. He has schizo and was clearly incoherent and his eyes were darting around. He kept looking at me as I was sitted at one corner and smiled. For a moment I was wondering if he thought I was a fiction of his imagination. I seriously cannot fathom what is or was going through his mind because at one point, he pointed to me and said that I went to his house and took his bank book. Then the officer turned around and asked me calmly if I did to which I replied no. So I just played along. The whole situation thought me that patience was a very important virtue when dealing with people. You really meet all sorts of people, those who would lie, tell you part of the story, thankful, ungrateful, ill clients, all of which you have to treat with a degree of respect. Afterall, humans are made up of many sorts.
Anyway, after that session with the schizo guy, the female officer told me that the guy was looking at me so often she was afraid he might just pounce on me. This is not the first time I heard accompanying persons say that. Remember earlier this year when I did a home visit with an intern to a mentally ill client's home, the intern told me the exact same thing. Somehow I've been metophorised into a prey with all these weirdos waiting to pounce onto me. Perhaps that's why I've always grew up with that fear, weary of those old or middle-aged men downstairs who will stare at any female creature crossing their path. It's kinda scary, I don't really feel it in any other country but here. Sometimes I hope I'm just reading too much into things and give men here the benefit of the doubt that they are just "people watching" one of the favourite past times here. haha..okay, will see how today goes!
