The word means "Go home", one that is overused over in Lo-ong. When the kids got annoying, Jason would scream "GO HOME, GO HOME", and all of us would follow suit for the fun of it.
Now that I'm home, I'm starting to miss the village life I've experienced for that 2 weeks. I woke up this morning feeling empty, and the bread that I ate made me miss the ones in Concepcion. The entire journey has been memorable and even though I struggle to remember certain bits of it, there will be things I will never forget.
I can still hear Angelo's laughter ringing in my head after so long. Though shy when we were nice to him, the mischief of a 12 year old boy is inherently present in Angelo. He would often shout and point "ahahahaah, Lou-ai (Loser), ahahahahaha" at us and continue to giggle while walking away. I remember the first time I met Angelo, we were carrying shattered glass together from point A to B. He was so small yet so enthusiastic in helping his village clear up the mess of the typhoon. It was from then I took notice of him. Furthermore, he was very, very cute while playing with his friends. He would exclaim "Oh maaaaaaan" in the cutest possible way, and shout "This is a three-point" with unclear pronunciation, which makes it even more adorable. I would also remember his shyness and unwillingness to accept my help to rub his injured back with medicated oil. He was in so much pain but just refused to receive any help. Thankfully, he gave in and after a few rubs, he was back to being the mischievous Angelo again.
I can still remember the feeling of gazing into a sky full of stars at night. I was very amazed at its beauty and surprised at my amazement. I never thought I would enjoy star gazing so much. Some of the guys started to identify constellations which intrigued me and I wished I knew some of them. When a shooting star appeared, all of us would scream in unison for a few seconds, making those who missed it jealous. So, some of us faked a scream when in fact, there was no shooting star. Haha. There was once when a blackout happened, and dancing practice couldn't continue without electricity. Someone said "Quick guys don't waste time, go look at the stars!" Wow, efficient allocation of time. We did and it's as amazing as always. One of the most memorable star gazing experience was at the top of a mountain. It was supposed to be an overnight stay but I guess many people cared more about comfort. But well, the view was spectacular. We lay the groundsheet and all of us would lie on our backs, with some snoring away. I'm glad I chose to sleep over at the mountains, and it was one of the best sleep I had over in Concepcion. It was breezy and I managed to catch the sunrise. Too beautiful. Thank you Lord.
I can still remember the kids calling my name whenever I walked past them. They would go "Priscillaaaaaa", wave wave, smile smile, and then look at me as I walked pass them. Honestly, I don't even recognise some of them, and it doesn't help that I'm bad with names. There were many kids whom I've asked for their names, but the retention rate would be 20%? I only remember those that I like a little more, or the more popular ones. I won't deny that I practice favouritism, haha. My favourite girl is called Clear Marie, which I thought was Clare Marie for that whole 2 weeks.. I guess it's their english pronunciation that caused the mistake. I'm not sure why I would hang out with her most though. Perhaps one of the reason at first is that she spoke better english than the rest of the bunch, and it was easy to understand her. One day, while walking at the beach, she turned to me and said "You will not remember me". I was taken aback and replied "No I wouldn't. I would take many pictures of you and look at them over in Singapore." It's true, I did, but I can't help feeling sad about what she said.. It may be true that after a few months, she wouldn't be on my mind as much, while I'll be on her mind more than I think. She went on to tell me that her mother is blind, which shocked me even further, making me want to love her even more. From that day on, I would hold her hand everytime I come back from construction, and just silently sit beside her while we watch other kids running around. I guess it was enough for her, like how it was enough for me.
I remember the conversation that changed my perspective. I asked for the name of a boy, who would later be one of my favourite older kid. His name is Carl. Instinctively, I replied "oh, Carl like Carl's Jr?", forgetting that they don't have the chain over here. They looked at me awkwardly and I tried to salvage the situation by explaining that Carl's Jr is fast food, like McDonald's. To my horror, they have never heard of macs. I was stunned but felt really sad immediately. I mean, macs is such an international brand and the representation of world culture, yet these kids do not get to enjoy the "luxury" of McSpicy and McNuggets. It made me think of the opportunities the children have. They would either become fishermen or construction workers, with the smarter ones obtaining jobs at the government unit or becoming teachers.
The trip contained many ups and downs for me, but on a whole, I say that I enjoyed it. It may be back-breaking or jaw-dropping, I had fun experiencing the sweet and the bitterness of whatever we did. I'm not a good writer, so I can't articulate all the feelings I have inside of me right now, but I'm happy to be able to carry with me this unique experience that not many will have. It might not be life-changing, but it's still changed how I think about my life and what I want to do with it (:
Picture time!
Kids of GK Village. Despite being the poorer ones, they contain a village spirit that can no longer be found in Singapore. Angelo is the one wearing blue, "Magic 12"
Clear Marie, my favourite girl. She's 11. This picture was taken right after she won a clip file as a prize. I was happy for her and I demonstrated how she could use to store her papers under the clip when she turned and said "I don't have paper at home to clip". My heart cried a little and I went to find a stack of paper from our logs and gave it to her. She was happy.
We brought the children to the beach behind their houses. It certainly wasn't their first time there but it was the first with us. Clear and Stephanie (another favourite girl) was holding my hand all along and offered their slippers to me (because mine broke) so that my feet won't be scratched by the sea rocks. The visit to the beach was after a very, very SHAG day digging waist-level trenches at GK Village.
A group shot during the first weekend of our trip. Island hopping is one of the most awesome experience because the water and the sky was so clear that you wouldn't think it's real. It was when I was judged for picking up 2 kg of seashells.
Forming a relay to transport buckets of cement. Seizing the moment to practice for our modelling career.
Leaving the best for the last - the sky that I see every night. It's too beautiful and I often wished for my best friend to be there.