Man, oh man. These two months went by so freaking fast.
Want to see all the stuff I did in July and August? Click on.
Okay, quick recap of my last two weeks: My feet touched Dutch soil on Friday. Saturday and Sunday were for laundry, yoga and stuffing my face with my favorite non-Thai foods.
And then I walked back into my office on Monday and that was that.
Despite what some people on the Internet will have you believe about our terrible life choice of working 9 to 5 jobs, us minions-for-The-Man actually care about what we do and we actually do something.
So when I have the energy to blog? I have to work. And when I have the time to blog? I am tired.
Therefore, this blog post has been made possible by a variety of little time slots over the past weeks (10 minutes uploading pictures, 5 minutes writing the intro, 15 minutes trying to remember what the fuck I even did in Bangkok) and a blissful Sunday afternoon.
We spent 5 days in Bangkok in total. My vacation started and ended here. This is what happened, where we were, and what we did.
As you know and love me: BULLET POINTS BITCHES.
(I don’t think my eyes have ever been this small in a picture. In my defence, it was 6 in the morning at the airport in Bangkok.)
It’s summer and that means a lot of you are enjoying some well-deserved time off from school or work. And many of you might go on vacation. Whether it’s camping in your own country, inter railing through Europe or chilling on a beach somewhere: You’re on vacation. It should be good for you.
Just the relaxing and doing fun or adventurous things is going to be plenty good for you, but if you want to make your holiday a little easier, enjoy your time more and come home even more refreshed: There’s plenty of easy, healthy and fun self help-y things to do!
Click below if you want to read about how to self help during your vacation!
As you might have deduced from the fact I only mentioned I was going to Thailand 3 times in almost a year – once on Twitter, once on Instagram when I got my vaccinations and once on my blog bitching about advice I did not ask for- I’m not that big on the travelz.
I mean, I like it fine but I don’t get all starry-eyed and moony about
traveling a vacation, and I think “finding yourself” while traveling is bullshit. You can “find yourself” on the fucking couch as long as you take the time and make some effort. I’m a big believer in the saying “wherever you go, there you are.”
Well, guess what?
Along with all the Pad Thai and sticky rice, I would be eating my words. All of them.
All the way in Thailand (oh yes by the way I’m on vacation sorry I never tell you anything), my boyfriend and I were following the news on the MH17 crash quite intently. A plane disaster with so many victims is one of those terrible things that lodges itself right into your brain and affects you.
It had been a main topic of conversation for us from the moment we first heard about it. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are, whether or not you know someone who was on that plane, you are stricken by this tragedy.
All the way in Chiang Rai, Will and I talked about it. We discussed our opinions on Russia and Putin, the implications of this terrible event, the consequences we did or did not expect to occur. We talked about the horrors that were already taking place in Ukraine before the plane crash — as well as all the other places in the world where horrible things are happening: once you are on that topic of conversation you can go on forever.
And then we came back to the guest house after dinner and before bed, I received an email from work. I was informed my coworker and office roommate had been on that plane.
He was a very intelligent, hardworking and sweet PhD student from Malaysia.
We had shared an office for six months now. I didn’t see him every day and we weren’t close, but I saw him often and we were friendly. He was polite and super smart. I made him laugh with the occasional YouTube video. We chatted about his research and my job and our countries. The last conversation we ever had was about our upcoming vacations.
He was going to be with his family for a few weeks and I would visit Thailand. I told him I’d never been to Asia, he told me he was happy to see his family again. What I remember most distinctly is that we said we’d tell each other all about our vacations when we get back.
But we’re not going to do that. Because he died in a plane crash. He is not going to come back to work, to his research. He never even got to see his family again.
I cried a lot for him, while I didn’t feel I have the right to. Although we were friendly, he was “just” a coworker. I cannot even imagine the pain of the family and friends of the victims, especially with this horrifying aftermath.
But it was in my thoughts, even as we tried to get our minds off it. At night our bed turned into a newsroom with international papers spread on the sheets and Twitter feeds of journalists on the scene on our phone. I even checked the passenger list once I found it, with some sort of bizarre hope we had all been wrong.
We were consumed by it. Selfishly, we are now trying to slightly move away from it, because I feel sick every time I see something from the crash site and Will gets enraged by every bit of news of Russia being outrageously offensive.
It’s been a long time since I used my blog as a venting machine, as a place to process of just be vulnerable. I’m doing it now, because I can’t seem to let it go. I keep thinking about it.
This tragedy made me hyper-aware of two things: One, the world is full of suffering and pain. Which I always know, but never truly allow myself to feel, you know? It’s too much. And I don’t know what to do about it.
And second, you always think you’re going to see someone again, until you don’t. We take our safety and health for granted, especially in our country where there is no war, poverty or power struggle.
Although constantly being aware of the hurt in the world is not a constructive way to live, and always being afraid for the lives of your loved ones isn’t either, I can see the lessons here. I am still trying to figure out how to put both these things to good use; because at this point that is pretty much all you can do.
Today, I will think of everyone on that plane, everyone who lost someone and everyone else who is affected. I will write a card for my coworker’s family to let them know their son was appreciated and will be missed.
I will hold my boyfriend’s hand and together we hope for respect for the victims and justice to be served in their honor. For better times ahead for Ukraine after this, but also for Gaza and any other place in the world where people suffer. And because thinking only does so much, I will think of ways to contribute to a better world.
And also, I love you. I appreciate your presence. I hope you’re safe and happy. Take care.
Namaste (my light honors your light) babies.
Illustration by the magnificent Mary Josie.
Even though I am trying out some new forms of exercise and have consciously taken a break from my intense (desire to) practice, Bikram Yoga is still home. I think to some extent it always will be, I will always come back to it. There’s nothing like it to me. Here’s why Bikram Yoga works for me, and why after all this time it’s still my number one.
Only one week ago, Yoga Festival Haarlem 2014 edition took place. On Sunday morning I drove to a beautiful estate in Haarlem to check it out. As mentioned, I took a reader with me!
Soooooo, I run. A little.
Well, I say ‘run’, but let’s not overstate things. It’s more like a jog. A sad jog.
That I only do it a little is true, though. I only lap a leisurely 3,5K every once a few weeks, I have no idea about how much time one k takes me, the Nike+ app mostly just pisses me off (SHE WON’T SHUT UP) and I am consistently last in ANYTHING that happens with challenges.
And then there’s Lin. Double marathon runner junkie. Runs all the miles, does all the races, and has trained very consistently for over three years now. I’m very proud of her.
And when we run together (every once in a million years) she is a great coach. She brings that same love for running and fitness into her Run&Juice Club. That’s why I personally signed up for DailyLin’s Run & Juice club, and I found she does even better in groups.
I’ve been twice now (first time for real, second time to make some pictures so people won’t think she’s making it up) and I can tell you it’s perfect for everyone: The runner junkes as well as the recreational or occasional users.