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IT'S MONDAY BITCHEZ
It’s been a great weekend – Friday night was spent @ Corner House, a dessert place and I was as pleased as punch with my rum & raisin ice-cream cone. Over dessert we had insightful conversation, on growing up, traveling, bringing back insights after seeing the world, on the education system in the USA, the education system in Singapore, whether our scholar friends who come back will do what they have been tasked to, or if they will break their bonds and take flight, among other things.
We are very similar in terms of life perspectives, where we’ve gone, what we’ve been through, and it was nice sharing and listening to what someone else felt about a semester abroad in the States. Agreeing on the ‘passive aggressive’ nature of Americans, how they are genuinely nice people and how it takes two hands to clap but at the same time they really treasure their friendships from way back even since elementary school. Somehow our personalities are the same – we book things beforehand and then we spring surprises on our parents. In a way it is us trying to live out the independence we always wanted, yet at the same time, this independence is brimming with gratitude. Our parents have given us the free reign to fly, to travel alone, to see the world, and we have done just that, but it’s not without realising that our parents are being parents for the first time. They have never turned 61 before, and as they live out their lives, they don’t know what to expect either. As parents, they just want the best for their children.
Saturday was spent visiting the children at the orphanage and all three of us went this time. I think the others had a good time talking with the kids and these precocious little things have their way of getting us to play with them. It’s not easy growing up in such an environment and we saw the importance of parents’ love; yet sending a child to a home and living away from him/her is also a manifestation of love. It is in the hope that the child will have a better chance at life, that he/she will progress in life to get somewhere better than if they were to stay with their parents. Either way, a child should never have to feel unwanted.
After the visit we hit Frazer Town which is a Muslim area and there was a bazaar for Ramzaan. We walked from stall to stall, trying out all the food - the sharwama rolls, the beef kebabs, the chicken tandoori, chicken wraps and we found ourselves a spot conveniently near a stall that sold BBQ butter prawns that were soooo good. Needless to say, we are returning again next Saturday and we already have a mental list of what we want to try. (I will post pictures here later)
It was like we found an oasis in the middle of a desert.
Sunday was spent with a morning at church, followed by lunch at a rooftop cafe which had beautiful ambience. I personally really liked the fairy lights that dotted the roof and the sofas with the cushions gave the place a very homely feel. The carrot cake was also to die for and I might be visiting this quaint little place again soon :)
What I really enjoyed about this weekend was the conversations we had about almost everything and anything under the sun. I won’t forget this.
“some people feel like they don't deserve love. they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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