| Current mood: | crappy |
| Current music: | a string of DIDO hits |
SQ 76- SINGAPORE AIRLINES
now at my office desk
We are all beautiful in our own way. Amidst our diversity, we all share a common humanity.
It is almost two weeks now since I last laid my eyes on the nurani indah- the beautiful heart of Indonesia, yet the memories and spirit are still as vivid as the morning dew that kisses my cheek away as I walk through my everyday struggles. Two weeks since for almost twelve days I am one in heart with forty other young people from Indonesia, Malaysia, United Kingdom, the Philippines, and Vietnam. Twelve days of rather beautiful stay with probably the brightest minds this side of East Asia and the UK. It was not a homogenization of thoughts but a brewing of myriad of points of view concocted towards mutual understanding and bridging the divides between these territories. The world is not so big after all.
Indeed the Filipinos stood out once again- both in a dogmatic perspective of excellence, and in mischiefs! But then again, even these tomfooleries are transformed into brilliance, as the flips in us were able to pull it off-a true measure of Filipino ingenuity, astig! They were impressed, very. However, no one, not even Lydia de Vega can feel the same rush as we ran crazy with beers, chips, and pirated dvds in hand away from that unscrupulous taxi driver who stopped us in a rather dark Jakarta street after much shoving from us when we realized he had been doing a rather obvious merry-go-round of Kemang! It was such a relief to find refuge in a toddler shop! Whew their taxi drivers are as worst as the Philippines’, which is a total contrast in Singapore- where everything is clean and disciplined.
Walking our way form the Esplannade to the Merlion is like walking inside a blueprint or a scale model of the urban landscape of one’s city. Singapore is simply exhilarating! In this very ideal state, I wonder how happy the people can get with too much restrictions and limitations. Hmmmm, I still love the Philippinesv despite its crazy drivers, the obnoxious smog in EDSA, the hustles and bustles that is Divisoria or Quiapo, hypocrite devotees, the utopic Greenbelt, and the greedy politicians! Where in the world can you find the cheapest beer (hurrah), the even cheaper cigarettes, ukay-ukay finds, insanely delicious chocnut, isaw, fishball, balot, and the most optimistic people in the world?
Today, although still nostalgic of the two weeks that was, I am back to my truly insane world of everyday struggle in work, in school, in relationship, and the internal skirmish deep within.
It’s nice to be back home.
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