I grew up on the tropical island of Borneo.
Correction, 2 percent of the tropical island of Borneo–right next to Lok-Kawi Beach and where I can see the magnificent Mt Kinabalu even when it’s cloudy.
I guess that’s where my nonchalance for nature comes from. Too much of a good thing makes it boring. I’ve always thought of myself as a city girl. Someone who prefers concrete jungles to rainforests, night lights to the stars (actually stars are really nice).
Since moving to Singapore for my studies and work, I began missing all the nature stuff that I thought I didn’t like. Whenever I go home for vacation, I would stare at the blue South China Sea while my parents drive. Continue reading “It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!”