One more month to go then I will be off the beaten track. Feeling like I am running out of time. This time I have to apply for a visa. It's going to be a bit complicated but I have to do what I have to do. Actually, I have been feeling really nervous.
This is going to be the biggest trip I am going to do in recent years. It's going to be the most adventurous trip ever so far. I have been sleepless for the past weeks, thinking and thinking, worrying and worrying cos I have a pretty tight budget. It's like a mission impossible. My heart can't be tamed.It's has been pestering me until I said YES. YES, heart. I am going to do this. I am going to take you to the place you have been dreaming to go no matter what it takes. Satisfied?!!
I remember back in year 2000, I had this same feeling after I saw Angkor Wat on National Geographic channel. My heart couldn't be tamed. So, I went to Cambodia and it really changed my life. The trip inspired me to write my first travel story which was published in a local newspaper. I have been feeling this way again lately since I saw that place. Yes, the place has to remain a mystery until I get my visa arranged.
You know what, I have been watching the opening of LV'S first Island Maison in Singapore live on Facebook and listening to Skylar Grey's Invisible (Dirty South Remix) while writing this. It's Saturday night. I am having my own little party all by myself at home cos I have to sort out some photos for my stories and to send out a few emails. Where will life take me? Definitely not to a LV Maison cos I can't afford anything in there. Having said that, I really like the LV'S core value video.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Being invisible
Being invisible like the unreported deaths of those who died in police custody, who were killed for their political choices , religious choices and sexual orientations. Being invisible like the native tribes whose homes (the forests) were cut down and their drinking water was polluted by pesticide. Being invisible like those political activists who were taken away in the middle of the night and never be found again. Being invisible like the women who were raped and killed by the soldiers. Being invisible like the children who were maimed by landmines. Being invisible because nobody cares.
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