I have followed a lot of instagramers from other countries (more than Singapore IGers, I think) because I really like how it looks outside Singapore. It is vast. It is eye catchy. The trees, benches, shophouses, houses, less flats, sea, beaches, flowers, wooden tables and chairs, cups, floors, walls, sunlight, golden hour, fashion, street, colours and even people, just EVERYTHING differ according to the respected countries.
Looking at their photos doesn't give me enough satisfaction except learn how they photograph and edit. They make me wonder so much whether their photos are true or it could be deceiving. Is it the real beauty out there? Because every photo comes out so nice! Well composed, well edited and all.
It makes me WANT to go all out there and experience it myself. Indeed, there are SO many things and places I want to visit. And to photograph them and people, and name them memories. I don't want to keep dreaming about it. I'm just so tired of dreaming and not experiencing it at all. I am tired of hearing from my papa that he promises to bring us overseas. Not Malaysia please. I'm still holding his word about flying to Germany since young!!!!
I get envious when my friends get to experience "flying". I get even more envious when they post gorgeous photos or showcase short video clips. The food looks amazing! I still remember myself enjoying so much in Shanghai. I swear it was an awesome experience and one of my favourites! The thrill of getting lost, the thrill of people not recognising me at all, the thrill of learning their cultures, the thrill of exploring food, even the thrill of riding the coach, the thrill of just walking around streets feeling as free as a bird. Simply put, the taste of freedom is found when travelling.
I remember crying a dozen of buckets at the airport when my mummy flew with her group of friends to Perth. It was the first trip with her friends. Indeed, their friendship was put to test. The unfamiliar feeling of having her away for a while after so so long. The jealous feeling of her enjoying new things. The feeling of worry when she told me she was planning a day of solo travelling in Perth. I almost fainted upon her announcement. But I admire her courage to do it, even in an unfamiliar country, even when my papa discouraged her to do so. Then 2nd trip, mummy agreed to go with them to BKK. Oh my heart crumpled into pieces. I told her I want to be the one travelling with her next time, not these ladies.
I just wanna be a real adventurer. Issy the Explorer with my camera instead of Dora the Explorer with the monkey.
