As the giant yolk sets into the horizon, I hear the chattering of the aunties from Malaysia and Singapore on the bus discussing about their steal of the day. “CHEAP Coffeeeeee!” I am the youngest of the lot. I turn and look at them together with the American tourists. Why do we come from another part of this world yet we naturally split into 2 cliques? =X
The thing I wanna share is that I don’t want to travel with a bunch of old women when im 40 
Tho’ I can never quench my thirst for traveling,I don’t wanna be traveling around with sun hats, long sleeves and talking about cheap coffee or silk.
I want to travel with my boyfriend or husband. And the image of those aunties scares me. YO NO QUIERO POR FAVOR! And I start to fear the unknown future. Could she be me 20 years later? *shakes my head repeatedly* NOOOO!
I remember this nice Singaporean lady came up to me and said, “Hey girl, are you still studying? You look so young! You have to put on more sunblock, do you know? Not to get pigmentation. When that happens, its irreversible.” And I froze.
Age will catch up with everyone but maybe I just don’t wanna face the music yet.
But still……………..
I DONT WANNA END UP TRAVELING WITH A BUNCH OF SINGLE WOMEN WHEN IM 40! =((((((((((((((((((
Im sorry sisters – I’m still in denial…
Your post just reminded me to do my face mask….. hahahah!
hahaha. felt the same way when i traveled Europe this time. i guess, traveling alone can be liberating and pretty defining too. but after some time, it gets boring and… (i hate admitting this) lonely…
ok not that sad, but u know, sometimes u just want someone with u. so SOMEONE, where are u??? come on stop hiding now.