1/200s | f22 | 105mm | A couple walking in the distance along the west coast of Isle of Skye.

I have always prided myself for having a good sense of direction; take me to a place once and I can bet you my Nikon D70, my most prized possession that I could make my way back without having to ask for directions. You can memorize routes too, you say? That, my friend, is exactly what sets a JEDI master and a youngling apart.

And it's what makes me different from you. I have the uncanny ability to accurately determine the general direction of said place and by harnessing the Force, find another route, most possibly shorter than the one you have taken me on. That's how good I am. It may not come as a surprise that I've been called "a walking GPS" for in fact, that's what I am and what I call myself when I'm in the mood of speaking in the third-person.

That is why I think I'll totally win The Amazing Race. Having just finished the whole season of the Asia edition, I'm in the throes of wanderlust; I feel like traveling to far-off places with that special someone but I can't for I haven't found the right person who is at least as good as I am when it comes to direction. That and I have exams to look forward to in a couple of weeks.