2015 Family Adventure: From South to North!

‘cause they’re the backbone of my existence; my strong support group. They are the constant reason that makes me nostalgic and melancholic while working my ass heart out and simultaneously daydreaming about traveling and seeing the rest of the world. While I have the means and opportunity to somehow feed my wanderlust, they don’t. And therefore, I made a silent promise to myself that as long as I can afford to, I want them to experience a part of my life—a life that I embraced while I was away from them. I wanted them to see and experience the places which I believe are beautiful and which I believe they would love to see and experience for themselves!

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14 for 2014: A Year-end Review

…supposed to be. And as I usually do.

But this year has been a bit different, I guess. I haven’t done a mid-year review on my bucketlist; I was too lazy to do it, plus I felt that (which is true) there was not much accomplishment, so I let it pass. Things changed, and plans were messed up at some point. So I kept silent (lalala!) But now, I am feeling obliged to do a yearend assessment as to my 2014 bucketlist. So here it goes!

1. Chase Aurora Borealis in Iceland or in any Nordic country
Done! Yey! This was a birthday gift to myself—celebrating my being 30! How cool is that! Haha! After 5 hours of waiting in the freezing cold during the night before my birthday, the heavens finally made a show, just in time for my birthday! Happy.

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HOLI Cow, such a beautiful mess!

I first heard about Holi Festival of Colors from my blog-hopping sesh a few years back and thought of including this in my bucketlist—go visit India, where this festival is originally from, and participate in the festival! But then, India’s a bit far from where I am currently in, which is in the UK, so I opted for a similar fest just around London—same event, just in a closer and more convenient location!

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Scotland at Last! …minus the tent and the campsite

“Wait for me, let’s go together to Scotland…let’s pitch a tent, let’s camp…” I’m sure he might have already forgotten about what he said. But yeah, I waited—okay, part of the waiting was really because I didn’t want to go to Scotland alone last year—I think it’s too pretty to be admiring it by myself and it’s a bit of a loser of me to be camping alone!

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