Have you ever felt the rush of adrenaline as you get pumped to go explore the world around you. That you get to bring your handy dandy little camera and take as many photos because you know someday you would want to relive the exact moment you had, journeying through the valley of some exotic rainforest, or the backstreets of a large city.
I've traveled basically half the world with my family. I am eternally blessed for that, and I know it is hard for a family to travel every year, but my family seems to always keep to it, and keep to it we do. I seem to have inherited my mums interest in traveling and I'm glad I did. Because travel is not all for the luxury or pleasure. It opens ones eyes to more than what they can see within their home boundaries. I've been to cambodia and to the poorest side in China. Little villages in Japan to where using a toilet is a horribly set concrete dip where you can honestly see everything. and I mean EVERYTHING. The toilet door is only like a metre high and honestly? It was SO hard to go toilet without feeling utterly self conscious because the guys toilets were right next door. And the barrier was also 1 meter high as well...
I should have taken a photo, but the smell was such a put off because they never clean it. All this shit and what not go down the concrete slab into a grassy patch. And there it lays decomposing...
Gross I know.
I can't say I was grateful at that moment. Because I did complain. I complained a heck of a lot and kept asking my parents why on earth would we travel half way across the world to a place like this? It definitely was a culture shock but you eventually learn to understand their living habitats. I know now that going to those types of places certainly make you more aware of what you have now, and what things become a luxury to them compared to luxuries back home.
I can definitely say having experiences like that truly make me the person I am today.
I already know what my future is going to behold. I just need to make enough money and have a job that can do that for me. A job that enables me to travel travel travel :D
My favourite places I'm dreaming of going?
The list will certainly grow as I get older but meh, more things for me to do.
First stop?
New york (:
Oh man, city lights, shopping, yellow cabs, high rised buildings, those brick buildings you see like in Stewart Little! I just love those. ( I really don't know the name of it.. I'm sorry..)
Everything just seems so much more BIGGER in New York. Plus I do have a few friends there, so it would be such an awesome experience to go experience New York culture. Man. :( and eat a true American hotdog. Haha, and their donuts. Aparently they're amazing!... I want to watch Broadway shows, and emerge myself in the crowds at timesquare and absorb all the unhealthy lights at night time. Haha. Anyone keen on joining me once we graduate from university? (; ... I'm keen on group adventures! Haha.
Okay well I'm not going to keep naming all the places i want to go, because that could seriously take up TONS of pages.. but eh..:\ New York is definitely my first stop!
Back to reality, I've been feeling rather shitty lately. I don't know why, I just do. I miss Roskill, I miss how everything use to be. How you knew everyone that walks pass you. You knew the teachers and you could ask them about anything and joke around. I still don't see how university is the place where you have the best time of your life. Even though there was alot more drama in highschool, I think at this very moment, I would trade it for that any day. I just don't want to grow up :( .. (I know.. I sound like damn Peter Pan) But its true. :(
Everything seemed so easy and straightforward back then. Its like, all you had to focus on, was getting good grades and thats it. Everything else was laid right in front of you. Maybe it's because I've been semi-spoon fed for some of my life haha. I mean, timetables were done for you, classes were arranged, assignments were told and reminded to you and you would KNOW when you had an assignment due because the teacher told you.
I guess people have to grow up sometime or rather. I can't be thinking that now though! I'm turning freaking 18 in like 4 days. But I just still see myself as that vulnerable little year 9 asian chick who wouldn't shut her trap and would get kicked out of classes for talking too much.
Oh how times changed.
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