I love travelling, it’s the best thing ever. Experiencing a culture outside a little red dot called Singapore, it’s just… unexplainable.

I’m pretty blessed because my dad’s occupation enables us to get free airline tickets. Travelling to the other side of the world, the complete opposite of this humid gloom, it’s eternal bliss.

Travelling was always with my family members- my father, my mother, and, my brother. The amount of dangers and threats were always in our face, if it’s someone mysteriously following us or going in a long, long, long, bus journey with people who might be dangerous. 

But the amount of experience we gained, it’s so uncountable, and never have I regretted each of them(except for leaving New York early, but that’s another story). 

The cold wind hitting your face, making you shiver, it’s one of the best feelings ever. Hiking to see glaciers, riding a 67 mph roller coaster, going on a road trip, watching your dad bungee jump, visiting where the Statue of Liberty is located, visiting the most crooked road in the world, visiting Alcatraz, cycling to the golden gate bridge, getting lost alone in Australia, puking in every little flight, writing in journals about your feelings while thinking about a playlist for your destination, listening to the Speak Now album waiting for the flight to end, it’s just……..

Thank you to my parents for always being there for me. You guys hurt me sometimes, but you guys fix me back more than I can ever fix myself. Thank you, I knew you didn’t have the life I have, so just thank you. Thank you for putting up with my crap when I whine and cry too much. To my family, I love you.