I've been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking about revamping this site or changing the way I post. But I guess that idea is for another post (that should be figured out soon) as I have also been keeping busy with a recent visit paid by my friends to my hometown! Just like so many experiences, I found myself thinking about a lot of things that I felt so necessary to pen down before they get lost in my rusty memory bank. I couldn't really think of a way of toning down on the wordiness yet achieving the desired expression of thoughts so I decided to do it old school--journal style. This is day one.
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Stayed up pretty late the night before doing a massive clean-up of my room that I have not been truly using for 3 years (thanks to college and the US). Sifting through old and new junk was very nostalgic in a way, coming across the old crayon highlighters I used for SPM to the barn-shaped prom invitation card from my US high school made my brain bring up old files and remember those feelings at the tip of my senses. Good therapy, I would say. It also dawned on me that even in the pressure I take upon myself in making sure everything was perfect for my friends, I was happy they came. I was happy that if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have checked off one of the things on my list to do before leaving: give my room much needed refurbishing. It also dawned on me that the way things were arranged and the contents of my shelves reflected how I defined myself at the time--from some jewellery and Kamus Dewans, I finally got down to redecorating it with a thousand mementos from the US & high school (being a sucker for sentimental value) and basically flooded my shelf and drawer with the whole she-bang of art supplies, art work and a set of John Green books I hoped to open in a couple weeks.
Waiting outside the arrival hall for my friends made me realise how my pulse raced every single time I go to an airport. Flashes of my first nervous encounter with my US host family and the thought of waiting for people you love or meeting them again regardless if it was the first or hundredth time always play in head. Sometimes, I think I am too emotionally attached to places and objects. Gah.
Showed them around my house and their 3 am wake up time prior to the flight proved lethal as my friends crashed one-by-one. So, Bev, Amber and I headed downstairs and killed time looking at my old photo albums which I thought I should do more often.
Finally got out of the house, albeit a little late, and brought them to try Sang Nyuk Mee which they liked. We split up to get some grub for this evening's barbecue/picnic party by the beach, excitedly planning things to get in our heads.
The crazy wind and pouring rain was the first arguable letdown of the trip especially it being their first day but looking back, I liked how the day turned out. We decided to camp out in my backyard and I relished our attempts to cook the frozen nuggets and sausages over Desmond's barbeque pit even if my stove was a door away. If it weren't for my friends, I would never in a million years picture this image of hosting people in my backyard: coffee table and chairs from my dining room and old towels on the cement floor all spread out beside recycled newspapers and half of the bunk bed taken down from my room four years ago. Honestly, having an open house was also on my bucket list before leaving and who knew the Big Guy made it so fitting that I'd check it off too. From laughing at the endless croaking toads that annoyed my KL friends to dramatically singing One Day More from Les Miz with my besties, the day couldn't have gotten any better, really. It was an epic jamming and cooking session, not to mention my first lesson in baking nuggets (thanks Amber!).
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