I type this slowly, somewhat painfully, but nonetheless steadily on my sister’s iPod touch. I wisely borrowed it to enjoy this very privilege of staying connected whilst slunked down in a chair in our gloriously spacious hotel room at Centre Point Petchburi, Bangkok. Very grateful for the hotel’s generosity, in providing free wireless internet! The day went by smoothly, if a little awkwardly. The flight was shorter than I’m used to (2 hours?! What do you do with that?!) and both our travel agency rep and transport van driver spoke very little English, and greeted us with the customary “Sawadeekap”, which weirdly enough caught me off-guard, though I’ve known about it for at least half my life - knowing of something doesn’t automatically prepare you to respond to it. The foreign script and conversations, and people-packed streets intimidate me a little, but we still managed to find our way to Platinum Mall (recommended by Charlize) and get some shopping done! A light and enjoyable dinner at Black Canyon Coffee brought our 1st day to a close, and it remains to be seen if my Mum and I will work up the courage to toss hygiene concerns to the wind and try some of those street food items that look so delicious as we walk by the stalls, parked on the uneven pavements of the Land of Smiles.
Tonight was Kiwi’s 21st-birthday-send-off party, and it was such a wonderful time of catching up, laughter, and good food to boot (mm, that shepherd’s pie really hit the spot). Clare and Hazel had me in stitches for a good portion of the night, cracking up over the random-ess things - such as whether or not women should get engagement rings (“I don’t see the point in it! It just ends up buried in your drawer.”“It’s the one with the diamond! Diamonds are FOREVER!”) - and talking with Yuanhao about Oxford shifted my level of excitement about the coming school year back up into notch 8/10. It’s been a while since I’ve so enjoyed a (non-Choir!) large group gathering, and thanks really goes out to Kiwi and his family, for organising and hosting this heartfelt get-together.
Checking in with old friends, getting to see how much they’re growing, and getting to hear about all the great things they’ve done or are up to is such an inspiring, renewing thing, every time. Really spurs me forward.
and let me be 17 again because today was a very. emo. day.
In other news, I’ve scrubbed the surface of my personality so frustratingly squeaky-clean that I can’t find anything down and dirty/urban/street about me. It seems I’ve buried it all up, quick and deep.
Rain waters plants, makes them grow, makes them flower.
Braving the rain waters character, grows humility?
I make no secret of my love for the magnificent tropical thunderstorms we get here in Singapore, and today, it rained hard during our work shift. Naturally, we received more orders for deliveries than usual. And since they were typically large orders, we had to use both hands to carry the bags of lunch packs, leaving no hands for umbrella-holding. Just crossing the road had us soaked.
Making delivery orders in the past, I never considered the plight of the delivery person.
Now, the memory of myself as the delivery person - standing before magnetised glass doors, held open by the order-ee, look of pity in her eyes at my top-to-toe rain-drenched-and-dripping self, clutching her lunches in hand - sticks in my mind. I won’t soon forget to wonder.
My homepage is set to Tuftslife.com, and the once empty-for-the-summer calendar is now filling up with back-to-school activities. Missing Tufts, I’ve turned to watching videos of the Beelzebubs (we call them the Bubs for short), one of our all-male acapella groups on campus and the pride of Tufts. They’re incredible, musically and as performers; I miss those outrageous, energetic music-making dudes.