And I feel great.

Haha...

I forgot how great it is to be understood. To be loved, for who you are... to be listened to by someone who truly wants to get to know you, because they respects you as an individual and knows they have something to learn from you.

And to feel exactly the same for that person... and truly, deeply respect them.

I forget that there are soooo many ppl out there that deserve my utmost respect... for what they do... for who they have become... for how they continually aspire to be better, to give more and to make more and more of a change.

I forget that there are ppl out there who not only are great, but are making a change in the world... one step at a time.

I forget to dream - I forget that I’m allowed to.

To go for it.

To naively feel that I can do something... without constantly berating myself of my lack of experience and my lack of connection... without fearing that I'll fail.

I'm glad I'm not dreaming alone.

And its ABSOLUTELY AMAZING to see Cristina, Toni, Dima, my prima, Anne and even Marc... because they understand... they understand that deep urge, that idealistic existence within us terribly spoilt young adults.

Spoilt by the chance of discovering ourselves and one another as individuals... not merely a product of our countries and cultures... but as people with 99% of the same DNA and all the same desires and need.

The need to be needed.

We all want to be needed... and so ... we serve...

And I deny it not... we serve because it makes us feel good to give... to love another person who needs it more than us... it makes you feel a useful... it makes you feel needed...

(seriously I’m rambling on... but my mind is bubbling over with the things I feel... and its no longer my mind that speaks... but my heart... yea I almost fell off my chair just shaking my head... haha... my fingers are powderful - they type tho the rest of my body has shut down)

Oh man... I’m so so glad I signed up for the UWC International Council... haha... I mean its really bloody flabbergastingly tiring - and taking 5 cabs today (hah withdraw money) running from NUS to UWCSEA again and again - so much so that the security guards know me by face and I don’t need to produce my security pass... no breathing time at all… ran from workshops to class and back… forget food and drink man… n washroom break… noooo…hehe… strong bladder ;)

I donch care... haha

Just one more time being in the presence of hugging/kissing spanish-speakers... or being hauled into the arms of an italian (albeit a very gorgeously aged female italian teacher) and being soundly kissed and hugged and clung onto... or the chance of being surrounded by soooo many different national costumes and watching 30 different national dances .... or eating food from those countries...

Its like coming home.

haha ironical isn't it?

But I find it so so comforting to be in a class of 50 people where after going half around the class giving our names and countries, i find we still haven’t repeated a single nationality yet... and after going a full round... we only have 4 Singaporeans...

:)

Singaporeans are cool. But when there are many of us... we're like... sheep. yes we are.

Man I’m really going to collapse soon…

K… so so blessed, so amazingly blessed :) Can’t wait for tomorrow :)

Miss UWC sooo much.

Al Castelo, Duino, 2004

Left to Right: Ada (Nigeria), me (Singapore), Cecilia (Uruguay), Telma (Portugal), Marion (France), Yuriko (Japan)

Love you guys so much...