“Can I take a photo with you?”
Her bright, young eyes, full of enthusiasm and wonder, looked into my jaded ones. I remember having eyes filled with sunshine like hers. Now they’re just tired and disenchanted; tired of travelling and disenchanted at the phlegm-spitting, queue-cutting, rude, and conflicting country that I am finally leaving.
“The wind blows from North to South!”
“The wind blows from North to South.”
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.”
This was never meant to be a journey of self-discovery.
One of the sweetest parts about travelling is meeting the locals, having a chat with them, and learning about their lives.
Never forget the opportunities travelling can give you. Just look at all the opportunities that have led you to an epic adventure. You’ve…
“STOP THE CAR!” I scream with all the air in my lungs. “STOP! LET ME OUT NOW!”
“Mei, are you okay? You look sad.”
“Mei, why are you angry?”
“Mei, my intern is scared of you. She says you look fierce.”
I buried a dead bird today.
She must have fallen from the sky.
“You were born in China, right?” “No. My passport says China, but I was born in Panipahan, Indonesia,” Chu replied nonchalantly. The revelation was dumbfounding.