I’m back from Port Dickson!!
To be frank, the place isn’t so great and fun. The sea is seriously polluted, you won’t feel like swimming in it, or even set your foot on the sand. It is rather pathetic to see this. I still remember ‘Port Dickson’ is our favorite ‘destination’ for our primary kiddy essay.
One day, my father brings me and my whole family to Port Dickson for a picnic. My sister and I were so happy bla bla bla bla.
Back then I have no idea where the heck PD is..haha..seriously. And yet, it is stated in my essay. Okay, maybe I should say I had no idea what essay is. To me, essay was whatever the teacher asked me to write, and the more words and bombastic vocab you put in, the highest your mark would be, and the happier my Mummy will be.
Back to my trip.
Despite the sucky destination, but I have had a lot of fun throughout the whole trip. I went there with my uncle and his two naughty little monkeys. Let’s called them Monkey B and Monkey Z. Monkey Z is rather close to (that’s because he is also a little blood sucker – always nag me to buy things for me, which I usually do). I spent most of my time playing with him.
People always said it is the journey that matters not the destination. And through this trip, I have truly experienced the meaning. The destination is suck, but I am happy. If only I can apply this simple theory in my daily life – enjoy the present and do not think of the result. However, I found it rather hard, or perhaps I am
just a stubborn person who is afraid of changes. I care about the end result, I care about my mistake, I care about being bad, I care about being a clumsy person…I care about not being a perfect person.
To be frank, the place isn’t so great and fun. The sea is seriously polluted, you won’t feel like swimming in it, or even set your foot on the sand. It is rather pathetic to see this. I still remember ‘Port Dickson’ is our favorite ‘destination’ for our primary kiddy essay.
One day, my father brings me and my whole family to Port Dickson for a picnic. My sister and I were so happy bla bla bla bla.
Back then I have no idea where the heck PD is..haha..seriously. And yet, it is stated in my essay. Okay, maybe I should say I had no idea what essay is. To me, essay was whatever the teacher asked me to write, and the more words and bombastic vocab you put in, the highest your mark would be, and the happier my Mummy will be.
Back to my trip.
Despite the sucky destination, but I have had a lot of fun throughout the whole trip. I went there with my uncle and his two naughty little monkeys. Let’s called them Monkey B and Monkey Z. Monkey Z is rather close to (that’s because he is also a little blood sucker – always nag me to buy things for me, which I usually do). I spent most of my time playing with him.
People always said it is the journey that matters not the destination. And through this trip, I have truly experienced the meaning. The destination is suck, but I am happy. If only I can apply this simple theory in my daily life – enjoy the present and do not think of the result. However, I found it rather hard, or perhaps I am
just a stubborn person who is afraid of changes. I care about the end result, I care about my mistake, I care about being bad, I care about being a clumsy person…I care about not being a perfect person.
I understand the simple theory, and why can’t apply it to my own life?
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