of Cambodia

I think I'm a third-world-country kinda girl at heart.
I love the image of strolling down Madison Avenue, NYC in my patent leather boots with a gorgeous trench coat.
but ultimately, it's the other side that's greener for me.
i didn't think that it would be this way. but I just happen to slowly realise these insights about myself during the CNY trip.

and as predicted, Cambodia was a blast.
I totally fell hook, line and sinker for that country.
if I had my way, I probably would've stayed there and never come back.
and I can assure you that I will not be staying out of completely altruistic reasons (for the street kids and whatnot), but for once, I will be staying for selfish reasons, for my sake and not others.
sure, I would definitely go the social welfare cum charity route if I stayed there.
but I would also be genuinely happy there.

it had such a peaceful existence.
it was ravaged by a horrifying past.
but it was nonetheless, awe-inspiring and beautiful, amidst its ruins.

and when I was there, I felt boundless energy.

*kudos to dad and mum for teaching me the art of seeing something beautiful among its sham and drudgery. thank you for letting us explore our way through.*