USA: Asian Party

that night and many nights after.

Asian party 2018 | A Beautiful Distraction by Ruo Ling Lu

the thing is, other than catching the bus in the morning and on our days off, I don’t think we actually see much of the village in the sunlight.

not trying to be racist or anything, but really, all of us who were there that night were Asians - fact. always stick to the fact, kids. that one night when most of us didn’t need to work the next day - thanks to the Washington trip - the Thais, the twenty-one of them organized a cookout and we were unexpectedly invited over. now, I don’t remember much from that night, except a lot of awfully mixed alcoholic drinks and comparing which one was better, trying to learn each other’s languages - only the good words, not the profanity… I swear (haha #punintended) and childhood games that all of us know, despite the fact that we grew up in different countries.

after that, there were many nights spent at the corridors outside of either #136 or #118, shitting about our work and talking about whatever happened in the park that day - like a supervisor walking to Target buying burger buns because the park ran out of them (really? the way park is run… =.=). funnily, what exactly they’re mostly about, I can’t tell now.

and then there was a night in the kitchen teaching Polish and Czech Republic friends how to use the chopsticks. there was another night where we cooked for Khai’s birthday, and by the time “dinner” was ready, her birthday had already passed. and there was this night that finally it’s the Malaysians turn to cook for the Thais. so we ate bak kut teh at the basketball court. there’s also this one night, we carried a six-pack and walked all the way back from 7-Eleven, joking that it was nothing after pushing carts and carrying turkey legs for months.

and then there was the night shortly before Nok left. the idea was to hangout and listen to our favourite music, but she came to me with Kris’s leftover bed sheet that wasn’t returned and we lay on the wet grass (no, nope, the sheets ain’t helping) talking about life instead of living and talking about catching Arctic Monkey’s concert together in the future. we bought each other drinks and we laughed because… we bought the same thing for each other. XD we listened to Alexandra Savior’s song and watched the night sky and made our wishes when we caught a “falling star” flashing by. it was so chilly that at one point, I went back to my room to change into my sweatpants. when we could no longer keep our eyes open, even though we barely finished our drinks, we said goodnight and went back to our rooms to sleep. I could never stand the cold and I hated that I had grass and dew on my pants but after all it was well worth it.

even then, I always find it somehow amusing, that on this dot somewhere on the map, I once did all these.