traveling is…
a) a big, giant pause on life
b) a chance to reflect, despite all the new sights and smells and faces
c) a chance to rejuvenate
d) a realization that you don’t need anything but three pairs of clothes
e) a humble re-alignment; washing your own clothes by hand is actually very therapeutic, and it’s something I look forward to
– recycling is now a natural habit of mine; separating cans from plastic is very automatic
– self-pump toilets are not a problem; simply take a poo or pee, and fill that plastic container sitting next to the toilet bowl (or squatter) with water and dump the water into the hole
f) the realization that it’s actually necessary to learn the basics of the local language (out of respect)

I had just danced until 4.30 am with a friend from Japan; a twin I met in Kuala Lumpur. I loved the fact that she smiles when she dances – the energy pumps my pulse and I just want to dance more… Shiva Moon Party in Ko Phangan.
People greet us with palms together thinking that we’re Thai girls, two dark-skinned Asians.
We danced to thumping house and techno, or whatever genre it was, but it was in the middle of darkness in the jungle.

And now it’s 6 am and she’s fast asleep. I took a cold shower in our basic bungalow – where we found a cockroach crawl into the bathroom.

These past four months have given me much time to reflect on the past. I have to say that it’s a great – and possibly the only time – to really face one’s self. I’ve realized that I’ve met so many people who really made me discover a different side of me.

I can now say that I love what happened and what it led to. I realize how important it is to love my environment. I learned that it’s okay to love, to embrace when others embrace you for who you are. The ones whom I crossed paths with have been too invaluable to me; I wish every single one of them knew how worth it they are for existing. Thank you for existing.

I am learning more and more that people are openinly struggling, and we’re all supporting each other.

I love and I cannot wait to see what’s more to come…

xoxoxo from Thailand.

traveling so far…
Kuala Lumpur graced me with their people; I’ve met KL’ers who’ve really made me feel like a part of family. I met people who seemed like old friends, particularly one who rejuvenated that love for film. That love will never, ever die.

– Ko Jum, Thailand – Chang, the friendly local who was really genuinely gentle. His smile will not be forgotten.
– Traveling with M from Japan; she reminds me so much of myself. We’ve bunked in down to basics bungalows with no electricity but the few lightbulbs around town, to clean guesthouses with wi-fi
– Yo tat artist… hm.
– sleeping in a guesthouse less than a minute from the emerald blue ocean in Ko Samui
– KL, Malaysia – the people I met at Transit Point made me feel like I’ve met a family. I actually cried leaving them… I will never forget them.
– having a monk in Luang Prabang, Laos reveal his love … and me trying to explain that there’s much more in life he’ll discover.
– hanging out and being embraced by ex-pats in Laos. They’ve made my experience in the country absolutely wonderful.
– eating Malay food while a woman who left her job in CT, USA reveal her passion for the Middle East, and defending Islam.
– a wonderful soul who invited me to stay in his home in Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). He’s a beautiful soul I met in Seoul, South Korea, and I can only think that things will go up for him.

All of the minute discoveries have made me appreciate every single person I’ve met in Seoul, South Korea.

Well, M is fast asleep, asleep in her dancing clothes. We motorbiked straight from the party to 7-11 where we had instant ramen on the dirty footsteps in Ko Phangan. Two men – one of them, revealed his struggle to renew his mind, body, and soul to another. He revealed his struggle as a gay man who wanted to rid his body of toxins (smoking and drinking), to meditate, and draw into the monastic life. I wanted to walk up to him and tell him at 4.30 am that I am in full support of what he wanted to do. He can do it, whoever he is.
After eavesdropping and eating our instant Tom Yam Goom noodles at 7-11, M and I motorbiked our way home here, in this bungalow.

It’s already tomorrow, and I can’t wait…
last year, I woke up only to want to see the end of it. Now I awake anticipating what’s to come; always make the best of your situation.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s