Sunday, September 18, 2005
In sickness and peace...plus rain
Went for an eye check up for new pair of specs yesterday and found out to my great dismay that my eyesight once again deteriorated!!!!! :( Sob sob. Not many ppl know this, but I am actually severely short sighted. Sigh. Must be my ISM! Hahaha just kidding lar. Maybe it's time to change my desk lighting.
Oso having diarrhoea for the 3rd time since I came back??? Wah lau...this is beginning to sound like some sickness blog like that. I dun usually react to the food and water in Indo anymore what. Being healthy is indeed a blessing.
Being alone with your thoughts is not a very good thing. But I am beginning to find solace in God. Asking Him to help me delight in His presence, to realize that He is enough for me. It is beautiful.
I just saw Boi Boi's photos of the BBQ organized by the China module ppl last year. So fun then! So much has happened since then and we have all since moved on. Truly, time flies. Will be having drink session with some of the History peeps when I return next week. Think it will be so cool to catch up with them again!
We realized a difference in Southeast Asia and Europe when it rains. In Europe, it seems that rain is no obstacle to normal activities. My aunt's German fren gave us a rather surprised look when we exclaimed,"How? It's raining! We need an umbrella or something!" before going out in Berlin. But in SEA like Jakarta, activities virtually come to a standstill because of rain. Businesses temporarily becomes quiet because ppl din wanna walk all the way in the becek (roughly translated as "wet") roads. Ok, maybe this is more of a Jakartan phenomenon, not SEAn.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains." As far as I remember, it seldom rains in Jakarta. But I like the sensation of rain here. One can usually smell the rain before you feel the drops falling. A rusty sort of smell. And one of my childhood memories here is one of hearing the rain pitter-pattering on our old house zinc rooftops. It gave a sort of a reassuring sound, one that used to lull me as a child to sleep. Even the sound of thunder back then was somewhat comfortable as I lay listening to it, coccooned in my bed. I neva used to have the happiness of walking in the becek roads because of my poor health as a kid...the rain here is actually very dirty. One day in S'pore, as I walked up the slope to my house, I decided to throw all my tai-tai-ness to the winds and walk in the rain, savoring the sensation of the rainwater flowing furiously down the slope like a waterfall on my feet and the raindrops on my face and hair. Simply magical.
Oso having diarrhoea for the 3rd time since I came back??? Wah lau...this is beginning to sound like some sickness blog like that. I dun usually react to the food and water in Indo anymore what. Being healthy is indeed a blessing.
Being alone with your thoughts is not a very good thing. But I am beginning to find solace in God. Asking Him to help me delight in His presence, to realize that He is enough for me. It is beautiful.
I just saw Boi Boi's photos of the BBQ organized by the China module ppl last year. So fun then! So much has happened since then and we have all since moved on. Truly, time flies. Will be having drink session with some of the History peeps when I return next week. Think it will be so cool to catch up with them again!
We realized a difference in Southeast Asia and Europe when it rains. In Europe, it seems that rain is no obstacle to normal activities. My aunt's German fren gave us a rather surprised look when we exclaimed,"How? It's raining! We need an umbrella or something!" before going out in Berlin. But in SEA like Jakarta, activities virtually come to a standstill because of rain. Businesses temporarily becomes quiet because ppl din wanna walk all the way in the becek (roughly translated as "wet") roads. Ok, maybe this is more of a Jakartan phenomenon, not SEAn.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains." As far as I remember, it seldom rains in Jakarta. But I like the sensation of rain here. One can usually smell the rain before you feel the drops falling. A rusty sort of smell. And one of my childhood memories here is one of hearing the rain pitter-pattering on our old house zinc rooftops. It gave a sort of a reassuring sound, one that used to lull me as a child to sleep. Even the sound of thunder back then was somewhat comfortable as I lay listening to it, coccooned in my bed. I neva used to have the happiness of walking in the becek roads because of my poor health as a kid...the rain here is actually very dirty. One day in S'pore, as I walked up the slope to my house, I decided to throw all my tai-tai-ness to the winds and walk in the rain, savoring the sensation of the rainwater flowing furiously down the slope like a waterfall on my feet and the raindrops on my face and hair. Simply magical.
// posted by Jenn @ 6:48 AM 
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