Saturday, December 13, 2008  11:43 PM
Hearts of Gold
This year's sss camp made me feel like a kid again and I can't remember the last time I was this deliriously happy. It was a night of dispelled inhibitions, as something possessed me and I danced and sang spice girls to a bunch of teenagers, followed by a deluge of backstreet boys, oldies, chicken dances and christmas carols induced by the happy drug and an outpouring of being young again. Surprisingly, looking at these kids made me reflect on myself, and sitting in during their discussion groups brought me back to the simplicity of faith.
It's twelve days to christmas, and this year has been indescribable. I'm finally caught up in the spirit of christmas, after weeks of studying at starbucks and wishing the whole place would stop sounding so festively joyous.
The usual return to Hong Kong, this time with my mum, was one laden with many carefree moments. I took many walks alone down the crowded streets, and bought orange juice or waffle balls whenever I wanted, and I loved that independence. But, how things have changed. Everyone's working, dinner with my Hong Kong friends now consist ten work-clad individuals, and topics sway away from the usual all-about-nothing subjects. We went to joseph and kohei's apartment in Mongkok after dinner, sat around, and did nothing but talk about our near future dreams - and it still amazes me how people of six nationalities were brought together for that purpose.
If God wills it, I'll work there someday. Meanwhile, I'm all about toffee nut lattes, mistletoe, cranberries and remembrance.
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