The Frenchies Have Departed

I actually managed to complete a 45-minute short film detailing some of the things that we get up to here in MICA. As it is 3 gig in size, I don't think I'll be able to upload it onto YouTube. For anyone even remotely interested in what we've been getting up to here in MICA, I guess unless I decide to export it as a smaller version you'll have to wait till I get back to Singapore to witness the horror that is HandyCam shooting.

Track Listing for this entry:
1. Goodbye by The Coral
2. Where'd You Go by Fort Minor

And I'm back in Ahmedabad, suffering from some kind of throat infection and heat-stroke or somewhat.

The 24-hour bus ride was survivable, only in the middle did I have an odd panic attack and ate my dwindling number of motion sickness pills. I'm down now to 3. We slept/tried to sleep most of the way, and in the end we managed to overcome the bitter cold of the air-conditioned bus at night, the frequent stops along the way to pick people up, the bastard coughing his infection behind us, the horrid horrid Hindi comedy that lasted 3 hours and wasn't in the least bit funny to the two of us (although in my dream-state I think I caught Nuria laughing once), but the rest of the bus was laughing with fervor. The entire thing was a mish-mash of copied scenes from Hollywood films, there was one from Johnny English, and the entire plot seems to be lifted from Rat Race.

But we survived, and got back here, to a dusty room, A/Cs with lizards camping within and hot showers. YES! Hot showers, but not so nice unless you're in Goa with no hot showers and cold weather.

Reminders to self:
1. Rs. 74 to the Dhoby Man
2. Rs. 25 from Nuria
3. Pay MICAfe

I returned to my room with a pleasant surprise under my door - a farewell letter from Romain. This was nice in itself, and an entirely tragic thing, because as the others have probably already mentioned, us Singaporeans and the Frenchies have managed to bond over several things here in MICA. There are so many things I'll miss doing with the Frenchies, and I hope, hope, hope that the movie "Go To Goa" captured enough of our lives here in MICA for the memories to be relived and savoured.

Bye bye Romain, je ne sais pas sure when we'll meet again, but thank you so very much for being just the way you are and being there for us here in MICA. We wouldn't have survived this far without you. And your cynical humour.

Bye bye Marine, I will miss your laughter most of all, and all the times we've managed to have "face-to-face" "group discussions". And also watching you and Leigh gossip on the Silveroak staircase.

Bye bye Bertrand, but of course you'll be headed to Singapore and probably the one I'll most likely meet again sometime this year. And also I'll be seeing you in about 2 days, so we'll save the goodbye for then.

Bye bye Melanie, you will be missed and although it was a shame we didn't get to speak more, I will miss your presence as you catch me walking half-naked to the washroom and subsequent wolf-whistles.

Thanks for all the times spent at MICAfe, Chhorta or the mess, thanks for all the conversations and the material for "Go To Goa", it was a pleasure working with you guys, it was an honour to have made your acquaintance, and to be able to call you guys friends.

Adieu, adieu.