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[13 Apr 2007|02:15pm] |
because mark twain puts it infinitely more dazzlingly than something lame that i could have written (overlook the exoticism, this was written in an age when travel itself was a fantasy, and asia was like an elusive, intangible wet dream to the west):
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i'm planning the trip i've wanted to take in ages: from calcutta to bangladesh, darjeeling (west bengal), kathmandu, bhutan, and finally tibet up north perhaps. armed with a stack of maps, i'm going to figure out the transport and accommodation options. to be honest, i actually have quite a fair bit of savings-- i've never earned a cent in my life but i have parents who are too generous for my own good, who regularly replenish my bank account whenever it gets depleted. i have to tell them to stop, and recently i deleted my bank account number from my dad's ibanking facility as a desperate measure, to show them that i don't intend to be a leech any longer than i have to.
my parents don't trust me entirely in the sense that they think i'm not independent, mature and careful enough-- and to be honest, i'm a reckless person, as everyone who knows me well can attest to. i cross roads haphazardly without even glancing in the direction of traffic, i talk to strangers, i am vulnerable in many ways, and i don't have to emotional maturity to hold back, step aside and say no in certain situations. when it comes to money though, my parents trust me completely to be rational with my expenditure. i'm hoping to demonstrate to them over the next few months that i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself and staying safe (so help me God). now all i have to do when i enter university is to go on an aggressive travel-buddy-acquiring-crusade and find similar-minded people to go with. i'll also try and get some part time job because i want to do an insane amount of traveling during university, and every cent will help.
today's group interview was rather disastrous. i probably came across as arrogant and aggressive-- i unintentionally talked too much, and was quite fierce. to make things worse, i talked out of turn, turning the discussion into a debate, almost. the discussion was good though, in the sense that everyone had something to say, and we skimmed over a wide cross-section of topics. i saw lots of rjc and rgs acquaintances, as well ex-rgps classmates who instantly recognized me-- pamela, michelle and fang jing to name a few. pamela (my ex-classmate for three years) filled me in on how outspoken, wild and brave i was back in primary school, and it make me sad to think how much deeper i have crawled into my invisible shell. i am no longer the lively, unstoppable six year old girl who remains in peoples' memories twelve years after. catching up on my rgps days was overwhelming and overdue, but good. i'd seriously love to see an rgps reunion a few years down the road.
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