There are two things I really want to do. Travel and write.

There are so many things I can achieve which just those two. Correction, make it 3 cause I have my DISE cert to add on to.

I feel as if I do not belong here. Everything is just moving too fast, I cannot seem to catch up with the race. I like life to be slow. Peaceful and laid back life surrounded with nature, animals and happy village children. Yes, they may not have all the luxuries our money can buy but they have one thing that our money cannot buy and that is happiness. Despite the hardship they face, they still manage to smile as if they have a thousand gold bars in their pockets and us? We have a roof above our heads, 3 hearty meals a day, clean drinking water and yet we strive for more. A car, a condominum, 10 course meals and what not. Even hawker food is not luxurious enough ( ok, am guilty of that cause I doubt their hygiene..Bluek! )





People say that a rolling stone gathers no moss but have they ever thought for one moment, that if the stone is just going to keep rolling on and on and on...it is just going to end up rolling into a flowing stream and just sinking down down and down where it will finally be stagnant and guess what! It will eventually gather moss! So why not take it slow cause either way, the end result is the same!

Lets slow down shall we? To stop and smell the roses. To play in the rain. To make paper boats and run behind the ice cream man as we chase butterflies.

The ambitions and money making can wait for a while.

Before you think that I am being ungrateful, let me clarify that I am not. I am thankful that I am safe from flesh eating diseases, floods and typhoons and all but with the stress we face and the diseases we get in return, it does not make much of a difference when you look at it.

Don't even get me started on the latest "panty" shorts and skimpy dressing culutre we have here. Uniquely unique indeed. Yuck!

When I do get my chance to travel with my Nikon and note pad in hand, I will capture all the innocence and beauty we are missing and show it to our people and I will tell all the children in their torn shorts and tattered t-shirts that they are truly the luckiest children and they should keep smiling like they are now. Poverty or no poverty because luxury is not everything.

Hmm..maybe I should capture some picture of those yucky women in their under wear and show the children that at least they have that much on their body and the aunty in the picture, though living in a rich country cannot even afford to cover up as much as them.

I like! =).