I'm back from my holidays in taiwan with my frens and i really missed the place. it seemed so weird that i had kfc for lunch near taipei train station [trying out to see how it taste like] and walking in ximenting in the afternoon and now, i'm home typing about my experiences about the 10 days trip.
it sets me thinking about life and memories.
it seems so fragile and so precious.
all good things got to come to an end and so is the trip.
everyday is so precious that we got to live and enjoy every passing moment for once gone will only be memories, faded with time.
though i've travelled extensively. whenever i'm back home, i still feel weird that one moment i'm in this foreign place yet next i'm home. i guess i really like the place to feel this way. it's one of the more enjoyable country that i've visited. maybe it's the common language that we spoke, the fine weather, the lovely food stalls and the friendly and courteous people that i've met along the way.
i just fell in love with taiwan.
and i'm so glad to be there, backpacking for 10 days and i can't wait to go back there again.
