Saturday, March 27, 2010

Project Week - First impressions

Basically, in the school I go to,(United World College of South East Asia, or UWCSEA) has a program called the Project week for Grade 11s. We have to make our own groups of 3-5 students and plan a trip for a school week to a country of our choice to do something creative, active or social service. It all has to be under the budget of 800 dollars per person, which is the challange.

The teachers do not tell us what the Project Week is about. They only tell us it's compulsory and we have to do it. That being said, I think it's good that they don't tell us what we are supposed to get out of Project Week. The amount of experience you get out of project week is, to say the least, abundant.

Our group of four people decided to go to Xiamen, a small city in the southern parts of China. It is in fact across the sea from Taiwan. A small, typically Chinese city, full of small(by city standards) concrete buildings with tight metal bars for security on each window. some so ridiculously extended out like a giant birdcage. The whole city covers a small hill which is also dotted with numerous brick and concrete buildings of various age and there would be a couple new condominiums(the dream buildings, or their 'new thing') equivalent to our HDBs.

I have to confess, the impression I had of China before I actually went to Xiamen was, well, the least to say, unpleasant. I expected the air to be tainted with heavy smoke from abundant number of still-burning cigarettes and butts, car exhaust fumes from poorly engineered cars and god-knows-what from the factories nearby. However, contrary to this unpleasant image, the Xiamen I saw was quite the contrary. It was foggy, and it scared me for a moment, me thinking that "Oh shit, that's smog, and that's not gonna be good. We'll be coughing our way through the project week.". I don't know how bad the pollution is near the industrial areas or the airport in Xiamen. One thing I do know is that although the cars may lack the catalytic converters(which magically turns exhaust fumes into less toxic gas, such as carbon dioxide, and water) and there are millions of cigarettes out in the street, the air is surprisingly clean. It feels so clean in the hillside, that I thought the air was cleaner than Singapore.

Then we took a cab to our hostel, which was situated in a obscure corner of a road which disconnects itself and continues on the other side of the hill, and various other random places( there are about 3-4 strips of 'nan hua lu', and our hostel is at 42 nan hua lu). Although the cab ride was about 30 minutes long, they charged less than 50 yuan, which is less than 10 Singapore dollars.

A franchise of "International Youth Hostel", our Hostel is a comfortable, if frugal, place complete with a decent lounge, a TV, gorgeous garden and tables for reading and a pretty comprehensive bar. Completely contrary to our expectations, the beds were clean, and the windows had a nice view. When we heard our scout(Lovely's aunt) report that the place looks kinda 'dark' I was expecting a pretty shady place with a bit of dark deals going on in the sides and an unfriendly looking thug at the counter. Instead, we had a very cozy place, and we had a couple of nice ladies at the counter, and plenty of space for relaxation.

My brain fails me here. Will post more tonight, or sometime later.

Questions

It's been about 5 months since the last break up. It's been 3 months since I had a big fight with my parents. No wait. It's been about 2 months. It's been about 1 month since I had a good time with my friends. It's been about 24 hours since I came back down to this place(Singapore) to enter reality and life again from the most memorable time I had with my friends. It's been about 20 hours since I had my last cigarette. It's been about 5 hours since I last kissed my girlfriend. And my heart's been aching for the last 2 hours. I don't know why. A pent up, dull pain holding my heart with a dull grip. is it because I just read a tragedy? Is it because I feel jealous that I can't be what the other could be? Is it because, I can't define what love is yet I still tell myself I fell in it?

What is it? where do we come from and go to? When do we come and go and change? what do we become in the end? I'm afraid. It scares me that in the end, it will all come to nothing but a midsummer night's dream. What do i do now?

I guess, I am to answer these questions so that I am to grow up yes?

That's what they all said.

I wish I could be Holden from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger and just leave the society for a while.