Because I was bored at the Shanghai airport awaiting the flight back to Singapore by my lonesome self, I decided to succumb to the current craze and bought myself a copy of eat, pray, love.

When something is overly hyped up, I find myself lowering my expectations, hence the book was surprisingly a delightful read, while thought provoking.

I'm pretty sure my sentiments will echo many readers of this book out there. Will we ever have the courage to travel for a good one year, in search of ourselves?
Especially when most of us are caught up in this rat race, can we really afford a year off not bringing in any moolahs?

Not that I'm feeling lost in particular, but I do experience moments of aimlessness pretty much often, a symptom of extended quarter life crisis perhaps. I'm not dying to visit Italy, India or Bali but I do wanna visit Bhutan someday to immerse myself in their happiness culture.

But who knows when I come back to Singapore I might feel even more depressed lol.

Back to work and reality. Zzz.






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