china, china. what can i say.

china reeks of the re-evaluation and re-positioning of multiple issues i hold close to my heart. it wasn't just the culture (being the Culture-Vulture, everything Devour), or the physical terrain which overwhelmed the imagination, or the company i kept or rather that kept me, or the non-company which held me in all its comforting silence.

it was the chance to fully soar, to be free from social inhibitions back home, to read Rushdie by the mountain-top, to dance with the villagers under moonlight and a prettypretty sky, to wake up amonst gorges and wander off alone, conversations on politics, culture and relationships with intimate strangers, to trek and activate the trekking-wanderlust (Tibet/Nepal anyone?ha, maybe shall conquer m'sia first), to have my friend gecko by my side and stolen personal moments with her away from the group and our whimsical need for un-rootedness -- breaking and exploring new barriers in relation to ourselves, the larger world at hand, and God.

i took everything in.

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fresh starts. clean slates. now that im back.

trying makes me tired, its best to Let Go and Let Live/Life. He reassures me that His hand is in my life. Renewed blessings and (even more) renewed hope. My gifts from God i will treasure graciously. you know, i tried, can't you see, did'nt you see, even before i left?

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gecko girl, be good and take care now. wish i could fly with you, and have the freedom to soar. do meet more eccentric/weird/quirky/quaint people, remember, they comfort you when you're alone (ha, but not lonely cos i know you're basking in your sense of anonymity in China).

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