fishys.

Week 10.

On Thursday evening, my friend Aom invited me to go feed the fish with her, then accompany her to the night market on campus.  I had never fed the fish before (I did not even know there was a pond on campus), I do love night market, and Aom is a lot of fun to hang out with, so I happily agreed.  Around finals time, a lot of students feed the fish as a way to "earn merit" based on the idea of karma.  If they do something nice for the fish, they will do better on their exam.  Or at least, that is they idea anyway.  For Aom, I think she was feeding the fish more out of tradition.

It turned out to be so much fun!  Aom and I sat on the edge of the bridge and threw pieces of bread out onto the water.  At first, there were little fish, then the big fish caught on, then soon there was mass of huge fish bubbling over each other to snag the bread.  I love wildlife, so it was great fun for me.  Normally, the water is much lower than the bridge, but there is some insane flooding in Thailand right now, so it was high enough for our toes to skim the top of the water.  Behind us, the sun was setting gloriously, casting very clean looking orange light over the whole park.

people.

29 bus.

Week 9.

This is the 29 bus.  I can catch it across the street from my apartment building (which is called Hor Sit).  It will take me to Future Park, Mo Chit BTS station, Victory Monument, or anywhere else in between, as long as I press the little buzzer indicating I am ready to get off.  This is one of the many forms of transportation that I take on a daily basis.  This bus is not very crowded, but I am still surrounded by people.  People coming, people going, people with their own lives and opinions and problems and families.  So. Many. People.  And we are all just trying to see.... because that's what we were created to do.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about the deeper meaning of my actions (my most recent blog post talks about this).  That my life is so short and fleeting..... how do I make any of it count?  How do any of us make any of it count?

Well, for one thing, I think people count for something.  All of these people.  And it matters how I treat them, how I think of them, what my posture is towards them... even on a short bus ride like this.  We are all in this together.  And each of us matters just as equally as the next.