29 FEB 08

I did a personality test at facebook once- “what type of person you are”, and the result stated that I’m a world traveler. But in real life, I’m not a skillful traveler, in fact, I’ve always wonder what will happen if I managed to make it to the”world” level.

A natural traveler are those physically sturdy they could eat drink snake liquor ( read kennysia)without throwing up, pick up language in a short period, read map and navigate like ants through those ever sprawling road, and able to blend in like a chameleon-with the right height and complexion.

I don’t have all these qualities. My digestive systems failed me when I travel, (who else on earth got diarrhea eating canned food) , given the fact that I’m helpless food-lover, I cant resist to try EVERYTHING while I travel, and the drama begin in the toilet. I’m determined, sadly incompetent, in learning new language. Hence I hold on to “courtesy and smile are universal language” theory.

Besides , my shaky sense of direction means I can drive or walk for hour holding guide book and map with the vaguest idea where I am.

Despite all these, I’m devoted in traveling. I figure this out while I was in form 4 and I went to port Dickson with my money I saved for months. The scenery isn’t that pretty, furthermore , PD isn’t renowned by its clean ,idyllic coastline; but I remembered the feeling of walking endlessly and aimlessly, have spontaneous conversations with mak cik , and come across random surprises at every corner.

I feel about travel just like every mother feel about their impossible child, not matter what their child puts them through, they will adore their child, because its their child. I don’t care what I need to do to go on a voyage, in the very end, its mine.

My dear friend...i'm going to melaka tomo!