of bangkok, excess baggage, and missed flights

Today was a good day.

The rainy whether made it nice for a good sleep, and I passed the day slow because I wasn't rushing to complete work or anything of that sort.

Then I when to meet the girls in the evening. I realised how much we've grown. Once we gosspied about who were the ones dating or who had maddened Mr Bernard the most over mee siam and curry noodles. Now we converse about who's heading to what university, and who to NS. 4 years ago, it would have been hard to imagine us like that. But here's where we are 4 years on, a little more mature, a little wiser, but still behaving like secondary school days.

After an hour or two of Bel's raving about how good and cheap Bangkok is, we were quite convinced that we should go on a trip to Bangkok next summer. I'm going to save like $1K for that (better to over budget huh). That translates into working a little more, and shopping, online shopping a little less over the next several months. Not a difficult thing to do although it's met by my reluctance. But if Bangkok materializes, which I really hope it does, it'll make for a pretty good holiday.

And the States too, hopefully we'll get to go there after graduation. I really miss LA, and Bel's raving about LA too, made me all the more tempted to visit the States again.

Pam, I haven't forgotten about you. Next summer, I go Bangkok first, check it out, so when I go Bangkok the second time (with you), I'll know how to guide us through the streets okay? =)

Less than a week to the start of Year 2 and I'm not excited about it, because that means the summer break will come to an end, and I had such an enjoyable summer and I don't want it to end.

It's ironic, that the most fulfilling part of my first year in SMU wasn't during the academic terms (with the exception of Patron's Day, Funkamania and Bailamos En La Calle).

I have so many beautiful moments of LA, Dance Garage and Oikos, joyous, trying and bittersweet ones. Here I stand, clenching them, but they slip through my fingers into the unreachable sepia-toned timelessness of the past.

There's nothing I can do about it besides occasionally recalling them through online photo albums and lively banter with those who shared these moments. Hopefully, we have more and even better times to look forward to.

For now, I let out a sigh of slight melancholy, and brace myself for the next several weeks to come.

Life goes on.