If you’re jumping headfirst into Asia, Singapore is a great place to start. The country is a very unique blend of Asian and Western countries, and its population is notably diverse. The detailed planning of the workings of Singapore is practically a tourist attraction in itself. The food is incredible. And not only did I get to spend a week there, but I got to do so with my best friend.

Day 1

We started out the visit with lunch at a hawker centre – kind of like a food court, with individual vendors setting up stalls to sell a variety of mouthwatering dishes. Then we went to Avery’s favorite tea shop and got some time to just catch up.

Little pink king of his little orange kingdom

In the afternoon, we  made a visit to the Singapore City Gallery, the city-country’s urban development museum. Singapore has a fascinating, very dense history of development in the past century, and similarly interesting plans for the future. Tuscany enjoyed getting to see a city closer to his own size with the Singapore mini-replica.


Chinatown was still decorated for Chinese New Year.

We strolled through Chinatown, and I restrained myself from purchasing anything since I would soon be going to the real Chinatown (a.k.a. China). When we came across a Buddhist temple, we stepped inside to take a look around. The temple, ornately decorated, was very beautiful, although due to the number of tourists inside it felt more like an attraction than a place of worship. Temples like this one and various other places of worship can be found all around Singapore – the country’s very diverse population means that there are a lot of religions represented.

To round out our cultural experience for the day, we got dinner in Little India  – delicious dosai. All in all, a pretty good introduction to the place where I’d be spending the next 5 days.

Day 2

Setting off across the Helix Bridge to Marina Bay Sands
But the greatest piece of art is right here

The Chinese Gardens were my favorite






Tuscany and I spent our second day at Singapore’s famous Gardens by the Bay, a huge collection of gardens and architectural attractions infused with culture, history, and art. We started at the Heritage Gardens, which had gardens filled with plants native to China, India, and Malaysia (the origins of Singapore’s three main ethnic groups) that were also important to Singapore’s cultural history.

Tuscany found an elephriend!
And I found a camel who did not seem happy to be taking a picture with me











I finished off my (thunderstorm-y) evening with a show. Gardens by the Bay is perhaps most famous for its Supertrees, massive tree-shaped structures of metal and glass that act as oversized trellises. At night, they flash in time to music piped throughout the park. This, against a backdrop of thunder and lightning, made for quite a spectacle. And thus I ended my day with a bang.

Day 3

Following my big day of tourism, I had a quiet morning. After Avery finished class, we go to go out on the town and spend some time together. We went to a coffee shop and tried various desserts, then walked around and stepped into a used bookstore. Their back room featured a single long, narrow aisle that was only a foot wide, and this is where we ended up spending an hour of our afternoon – just like old times. 🙂 We then ventured to a second coffee shop for chai lattes. I only got one picture from today, as Avery and I were having too much fun for photography.

We may have gotten several desserts here at the second coffee shop too.

Day 4

Zoo day! To make up for the dearth of pictures yesterday, I took way too many today. I saw a lot of animals, but my favorite was definitely the orangutans. So strangely humanlike, I couldn’t help but imagine their conflicts, emotions, daily moments of tedium…

YOU are our only chance, my daughter. None but you can push back the impending darkness.
The colony is at a crossroads. Danger snaps at our heels.









Our fate is in your opposably-thumbed hands.
Hum-de-dum…. Today’s a lovely day for waiting for a friend.
Not an orangutan, but look at how chubby and evil this creature is!










I arrived at the elephant exhibit just in time for their pleasurable pachyderm performance (Tuscany came up with that one), which my traveling companion and I were both quite excited about. The show was gimmicky, but that’s half the fun when you’re at the zoo, right?

Just waving hi to an elefellowphant (that’s “fellow elephant” in non-pun speech)
Close enough to touch!
**when you get stuck behind a group of slow people on the sidewalk**

One unique element of the Singapore Zoo was a domed enclosure that visitors could enter. Inside, there were no fences or glass panes – just wild animals scurrying around my feet and swinging over my head. I followed some ducks around for a while and stopped under a pair of monkeys! The exhibit also showcased exquisite butterflies and rare plants.

At this point, it was getting close to closing, so we started heading back to the gate.

Fellow pinks!






I stopped at a hawker centre for dinner on the way home. Singaporean food is super tasty and super cheap, and while I didn’t know what  it was that I ordered, this meal lived up to both expectations.

Look at this magnificent blossom I found outside Avery’s dorm!





But the fun didn’t end there! Tonight, Avery’s ballroom group was hosting a dance. So we got all dressed up and had ourselves quite a night. I got to meet a lot of Avery’s friends, and I even learned a bit of the Viennese waltz!

Photo credit to Averys friend Sasha

Day 5

You know how, as a kid, you always thought snow would taste really good and were always a little bit disappointed when it just tasted like water? Eating bingsu is your vision of eating snow come to life.

Avery and I started off the day with some bingsu – Korean shaved ice cream – because when you’re with your best friend in another country you can eat whatever you want for breakfast. We then parted ways so Avery could do some work and I could go to the National Museum of Singapore. The National Museum is a history museum, art museum, and bazaar combined into one. I really enjoyed the exhibit on the Japanese occupation of Singapore in World War II. I got to see a cool sword/dagger in the exhibit on the origins of Singapore.

My favorite part of the museum, though, was an interactive, animated gallery of Singapore’s wildlife. A spiraling walkway took me down several stories as I watched tapirs lumber by and orchids bloom on a first-floor-to-fourth-floor-ceiling screen to my left. Peaceful music played, occasionally drowned out by the sound of rain as seasons scrolled by. At the bottom, a room filled with beanbags awaited, and I lay on the floor for half an hour looking up at computerized flowers falling towards me on the domed screen. It was incredibly tranquil – a welcome rest from the bustle of tourism.

I spent the evening on Arab Street, a center of shopping for Middle Eastern and Singaporean knickknacks, clothing, and food. This day was yet another that allowed me to experience the extreme diversity of Singaporean culture and history.

Day 6

My last day on the island! Avery and I went to church together and got some boba tea on our way back. I spent the afternoon packing, and then we got pizza for dinner at Clark Quay, a middle-fancy food destination. We stopped to pick up ice cream, and spent the night watching a movie back at her apartment and talking. I left for the airport at 1 a.m. Although I was sad to leave, I’m still in awe that I got to spend a week with my best friend in Singapore, getting to see a bit of her life these days. Who gets to do that?! With Singapore under my belt, on to the next adventure!

The 12-Hour Tourist

I left the US early last Sunday morning, but not for China. My best friend Avery goes to college in Singapore, and being in the same hemisphere as her was too good an opportunity to pass up. So now, I’ve been in Singapore for nearly a week!

But Singapore didn’t end up being my first international destination on this trip, either. My flight out of Philadelphia was booked through Qatar Airways, with a 3-hour layover in Doha, Qatar. When my flight was delayed, however, reshuffling my connection landed me in Doha for 12 hours. So I decided to make my adventure a little more adventurous.

For breakfast: some old favorites, like potato wedges and oatmeal, and some new ones, like some kind of cheese and a Middle Eastern pastry.

Since my layover was so long, the Doha airport kindly provided me with a hotel room, and along with it, a free tourist visa. After checking into my room, I got some food at the buffet, and then went to the concierge to sign up for a tour of the city.

Mere steps away from billions of dollars of merchandise.

The tour, just 3 hours in total, was mostly a flyover of the most notable destinations in the city. We first stopped at the Pearl-Qatar, an uber-high class shopping and residential complex. With name-brands like Ferrari and Armani, it wasn’t quite a shopping stop for me.

The souq was made up of narrow alleyways such as this one.

After driving around the island a little more, we ended up at Souq Waqif, a large hawkers’ market. My favorite part of the souq was a street completely filled with birds in cages. I was wearing conservative clothing, but was still one of the few women in the souq without her head covered, and I felt somewhat exposed as a result.

Bird Street

Another observation: I felt rather ignorant at this realization, but I hadn’t known before landing in Doha that it is common for Qatari men to wear traditional Arab attire as their everyday clothing. My Western appearance definitely made me stick out as I meandered through the souq.

Tuscany and I found our next photo op on the way to the Museum of Islamic Art. We took a glass elevator up to the museum entrance, and stepped out onto a veranda lined with palm trees overlooking Doha Bay.

Doha Bay
What a model.
Elegant daggers with Arabic calligraphy incorporated into the design on the hilts

The museum was very cool – I didn’t have much time there, but I got to look at the calligraphic art exhibit, which I’ve always been interested in. There, I found these beautiful daggers, which even got the Avery Simmons stamp of approval.

After the museum, it was time to head back to the hotel and collect my things, then return to the airport for the flight to Singapore. Thus concluded my shortest vacation ever – for the $70 taxi tour, I got my own mini getaway in the lovely nation of Qatar.

An Introduction

I’m going to be studying abroad in Beijing this semester (February – June), and this travel blog will be my way of recording my adventures there, and on future study abroad trips. But first, I must introduce you to my travel companion:

This is Tuscany. My friend and suitemate Mary 3D-printed him for our suite our freshman year, and kindly gifted him to me at the end of the year. Now, he’s my traveling buddy! He’s already been to Virginia, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and road-tripped with me from Oklahoma to Colorado. And now he’s left the country with me for the first time! Look for him in future posts.  And beware: He’s a fan of puns.

China’s Housing Crisis

In my Chinese class this semester, I had to do a presentation on a current cultural topic. I chose the housing crisis in China. China used to have a public housing system – all housing was owned by the government, and rent was due to the state. But the financial burden of building and maintaining housing for all of China’s residents became too great, and so in the 90s the government implemented a plan to change to a public housing system. People still couldn’t own land, only rent it from the government for a 70-year period.

Now, however, China has a new problem: with the housing market boom has come an increase in financial prosperity for residents. Houses are getting more and more extravagant, and as a result more and more expensive. It’ s becoming difficult for medium-income people to afford housing. The government plans to, by 2020, encourage housing developments to create housing that has fewer square footage and costs less.

Overall, though, the change to private housing has a net gain. The average living space per person before the change was 3 square meters, and the conditions were horrible. Now, conditions have improved greatly, and the living space is 17 square meters per person.

I look forward to seeing how this information impacts my lens of housing and life in China while I’m there next semester.

Getting Ready for China: Part 1

I’m going to be studying abroad in China for the coming spring semester! I’ll be at Peking University (Beida, colloquially) in Beijing. Last week, I got the opportunity to meet with a friend who studied abroad at the same university over the summer. He gave me SO much helpful information – I took pages and pages of notes! I need to let the first layer sink it and revisit my notes later, but I thought I’d share some of the most interesting and useful things he told me that are currently at the front of my mind.

  1. An incoming traveler is allowed to bring up to three pieces of Christian literature into the country. More than that, and the customs officials will throw them away at will to get down to three. However, an NIV Bible in English can be purchased at the university bookstore in their “Superstitions” section.
  2. “Cars WILL hit you”, he said, regardless of where you walk. When this happens, don’t panic; simple bang on the hood of their car, curse at them in Chinese, and walk away.
  3. Go on a date to Pizza Hut. It’s what everyone does – Pizza Hut is fancy in China, with waiters and mood lighting and everything.
  4. For the second part of your date, go to the Pearl Market and pick out individual pearls to have strung into a necklace. A $300 value for just $20!
  5. Go to the American Embassy. When you step through the gates, they say, “Welcome home!” They also host celebrations on minor American holidays.

I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts to share as the time approaches, but this is all for now!

Chinese Club

This semester, I got the opportunity to be the Vice President of OU’s Chinese Club. We were able to do more activities this semester than in previous semesters. In addition to the Mid-Autumn Festival, which you can read about in one of my previous posts, we had a conversation hour weekly for about two months. I was only able to attend two of them, but both times were very helpful. We were able to gather a group that was about half-and-half Chinese language learners and native speakers, so that we were able to practice our language skills in an effective way. The Chinese Club also took an outing to get dim sum in OKC. I was unfortunately unable to go, but I heard that it was a great time. It seems that the people who participated actively in Chinese Club this semester enjoyed it very much, but we did have difficulty garnering interest for most of our events. I’ll be abroad next semester, but the following semester, I’ll hopefully be able to help the club develop new strategies to reach and attract more students on OU’s campus.

Mid-Autumn Festival

The OU Chinese Club hosted its Mid-Autumn Festival celebration on September 15. Both for Chinese exchange students away from home and tradition and for American students interested in Chinese culture, it was a great way to come together and commemorate this important Chinese holiday. There were several components to the evening: eating red bean and five-nut mooncakes (which I got the opportunity to help make!) decorated with traditional designs, hearing a presentation about the origins and celebration of the Mid-Autumn festival, listening to popular Chinese music, and playing popular Chinese board games like Guo and Mahjonng.

In additions to experiencing the aspects of Chinese culture facilitated by the club, I was able to talk to OU students who have studied abroad in China. They gave me advice about what to do and where to go when I’m in China next semester. Although the Chinese Club hasn’t done much this semester, this event was a perfect example of what the Chinese Club’s vision is: to bring together anyone who cares about Chinese language and culture and allow them to celebrate that together.

InterVarsity: World Student Day

For the past year and a half, I have been a part of OU’s chapter of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF, or just IV). IV has chapters on campuses all across the United States, but it extends farther than that; its mother organization, the International Fellowship of Evangelical Students (IFES), has chapters on campuses in 168 countries around the world. IFES’s vision, as stated on its website, is to see “students build into communities of disciples, transformed by the gospel and impacting the university, the church and society for the glory of Christ.”

As a means of furthering this vision and upholding the ideal of fellowship among Christians around the world, each autumn IFES holds an international event called “World Student Day”. World Student Day has two components: learning about our family in Christ across the world, and praying for them. At OU, WSD kicked off with the World Student Day celebration on October 20. IV members were divided into groups, each assigned to research regions of the world and the IFES presence there. My group learned about the Middle East and North Africa. As could be expected, the IFES presence there is sparse and cautious; there are many places in MENA where it is very dangerous to be a Christian and attempt to share one’s beliefs with others. But IFES has several staff workers who are faithfully and courageously serving there. If you have two minutes, read this short post on the IFES blog. It is a simultaneously heart-wrenching and encouraging account of what an IFES member faces in solidarity with his friends in MENA.

During the WSD celebration, each group gave a presentation to share what they had learned with the others. There was a potluck dinner, and we sang praise songs in different languages. The goal of the evening was both to educate OUIV members about the rest of the world, and to praise God for His provision around the world. The following day, October 21, was World Student Day of Prayer. We set up a prayer room in Zarrow Hall with a table for each region including artifacts, pictures, and prayer requests for that region.

God has blessed me with friends spread out across the world: my best friend attends school in Singapore, I have close friends in Uganda and South Sudan, there is a young woman like a sister to me who lives in a borough of London. I’m looking forward to making friends in China and other countries when I study abroad. WSD was such a great reminder of God’s presence across the world, not in my tiny bubble of school and friendships here at OU. I believe in an international, caring, peace-loving, cross-cultural God, and it is truly a joy to know that when we pray for people we love on any continent, on any country, He listens and cares.

Racial Reconciliation

In February, InterVarsity Christian Fellowship took a student poll on the state of racial reconciliation on OU’s campus. For two days, we had tables set up in the Union and the Bizzell library to catch students for a few minutes and hear their input.

We got rather varied responses. A lot of people felt frustrated with the current situation, or felt that things are getting better. But there were also plenty of students who believed that racial reconciliation is about as good as it gets, and those who have a lot of anger towards the whole situation.

As part of the survey, we asked students to choose from a list of events which they felt has been a high point in our nation’s history of race relations and which has been a low point. The most popular high point was either the Emancipation Proclamation or the Civil Rights Movement. The most popular low point was slavery. Those were predictable. What I didn’t expect, though, was the also very high number of people who chose the Native American Massacres as the lowest low point of race relations. I know that I hardly learned about those in school; when I was doing research for this event, I was shocked to learn how many different massacres there were. But many people here seemed very familiar with them. I wonder if that’s a geographical difference. Virginia has a very low Native American population, but Oklahoma has one of the highest in the States. I think it’s awesome that people here are so educated on that topic; it indicates at least some level of connection of education to the surrounding community.

Overall, the event was a great way to start conversations about race on campus. I talked to several people who had really interesting thoughts on the matter. Racial reconciliation is a very sensitive and difficult topic to discuss, and so this type of forum was a necessity, as it provided students with a more comfortable environment for discussing an extremely important issue. InterVarsity hopes to continue facilitating crucial conversations in this way.

“Humanize Me

On April 20, there was an event called “Humanize Me: Syrian Refugee Crisis Awareness” on the South Oval. I went to check it out, and ended up learning more than I had anticipated. The event was very well put-together to inform the average uneducated participant (to be honest, I was not especially informed about the Syrian refugee crisis going into the event). After learning about the general situation a little bit, I was invited to walk through a path set up in the grass.  The path, with signs to guide me along the way, represented a typical journey to safety for a Syrian refugee. It had so many more steps than I thought it would, and passed through 7 or 8 countries. I had no idea that the journey of one refugee was so international.

The pathway was outlined by little plastic flags. Not merely for decoration, these flags helped to provide a visible representation of the scope of the crisis. As the information sheet I was given details, each flag represents 11,500 people that have fled Syria, 1,600 people that are internally displaced, 790 people that have been killed, and 3,700 that have been wounded. And I walked through those flags much in the same way that a lot of the world has been walking through this crisis unaware of how devastatingly impactful it is. It’s so easy to see the crisis as a list of numbers. But walking in the footsteps of one refugee and his family helped me to understand the trauma it really is.