When I was in Taiwan, I fell in love with the bubbly self, always smiling and chatting. That oneself that is so game to do anything.
When I was in Turkey, I fell in love with the serene self, quiet and thinking while the whole just go by. Engulfed by the sheer beauty of the ruins, often oneself will shed the tear realising how much more there is to life.
When I was in HongKong, I fell in love with the reckless self. I have only started to gain back what I lost for the past 3 years, and in hongkong I let loose knowing that I deserve it. Because I know that I need to escape and give myself a pat on the back.
To the next adventure please!