This site is an online repository of the places I’ve been to, the faces I’ve met, the sights and sounds I have encountered through years of travelling on a very tight budget. The world is too large, and too magnificent to be left alone.
A wondrous experience awaits anyone who dared take the first step, and let go of the fears and uncertainty of being in a foreign land. This site is intended to be an online diary containing the wonderful, exciting, scary, adventurous and life-changing experiences brought by discovering new things.
It’s always easy to be afraid of new things, of things we can’t predict or that is not familiar to us. Let go of any uncertainties, the air is opener and wider that what you think!
The blog’s name is inspired by the book, “The Places You’ll Go”, the iconic book from Dr. Seuss who succinctly and effortlessly challenged each and everyone of us to embark in the journey of life, and face its many challenges.
NOTE: All the places and attractions featured in this blog are paid for by the blogger, unless otherwise stated.
About WANDERING GIRL
They say that I am a contradiction of my own self: a writer who usually has problems with grammar; a Japanophile whose deep-set, large brown eyes usually betrayed my true nationality; a fashion wannabe who do not possess the size zero body that is common among the fashionista set; a travel junkie without the necessary bank account for travel funds.
More than anything in this world, only traveling has the power to keep me sane–from the punishing corporate rat race, from the responsibilities of family life, from the various curve balls that life had a habit of throwing carelessly in my direction. I travel not because it will make me look glamorous lor rich. Or because the travel photos would look wicked on my Facebook wall.
I travel because I love it. The simple (yet utterly crazy things): the booking of the flight, the searching/canvassing of hotels that fit your meager budget, the haphazard packing where you pack 20 things you don’t need, the nerve-wracking wait at the Immigration line…the first time you smell a foreign country’s air just as you stepped out of the airport. Those things. The little things that may seem ordinary for some — it’s the exact things that I usually remember.
I remember the first time I stepped foot in a foreign country, July 2007 in Singapore — the minute I stepped out of the MRT from the airport and heard the cacophony of foreign languages, saw the high rise buildings and marveled on how come there was no trash in sight — I was utterly hooked. It is then that I realized that I want to keep doing this over and over again, for as long as it is possible.
“And when things start to happen, don’t worry.Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!”
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