It was a beautiful Friday morning in Colorado, USA. We just lived through a numbingly cold winter and now we’ve eased into spring. The air was crisp and fresh, the April 2009 sky was a clear blue and rays of sunlight decorated the ground. It hasn’t snowed in a while too – a perfect day to be jumping out of an airplane.
It’s flattering to be a woman travelling in Jordan. Everywhere I went – whether walking along the streets or having dinner at a restaurant on my own – friendly local men would come up to me and welcome me to their country.
“You went diving in Brunei?” was the most common reaction people gifted me after finding out what I did over the long weekend.
Everyone tells me Brunei is boring. Really? I wanted to find out for myself. It was a 4-days-3-nights spontaneous decision to heed the call of #DiscoverBrunei and enter what Brunei Tourism calls the “Kingdom of Unexpected Treasures”.
Throw your insecurities out the window. It is not weird to go to a gig, or a concert, or a music festival alone.
Can you believe that after seven months since my return to you, people are still asking me why I came back? Just last week at breakfast an auntie asked me “Why don’t you continue working there? Malaysia economy and politic is so bad now, stay in New Zealand better.”
“Dunner Stunner” Dunedin is the quintessential university town in good ol’ New Zealand and it does not pretend to be anything else. The first thing you’ll notice on the streets is the amount of young, privileged, international students that the public school kid in you (or maybe just me) is secretly jealous of.
Perhaps the most popular description of Mauritius is this quote from Mark Twain: “You gather the idea that Mauritius was created first, and then heaven, and that heaven was copied after Mauritius”.
When I first heard about David Wu’s 4,000km cycling expedition from Kedah to China, I thought it would be a story of a man discovering his home. ‘This would be an article of a lost man finding where he truly belonged’, I thought as I get ready to meet him.
When I first started scribbling daydream and stories on this little site, it was for myself. I didn’t realise little curious ears at BFM89.9, the business radio station, were tuning in as well.