Back for a couple of days.

So I wonder who still comes to my blog since I've been back a couple of days. But for the sake of closure, I shall key in this entry.

I am back in the sunny island of Singapore. Stuffy air, crowded streets, reserved people. But I guess it's home. And home's always a nice place to be.

I've taken a little of Kingston home with me and it will always have a special place in my heart. But I shall continue to make the most of what I have, my experiences in life.

Thank You dearest Lord for the wonderful opportunity. Thank You for the lessons I've learnt, for the sweetest people I've met. Thank You for showing me Your love from different angles. Hallelujah. I praise You!

I miss them already.

I've been settling down in the cosyness and warmth of my aunt and uncle's (and my cousin's of course). They are once again, hopsitable to the max, feeding me with the best food and making sure I'm warm and well-entertained.

I was walking around Downtown Toronto myself today, and just recapping all of my traveling memories, how much I miss each of my traveling buddies. They know who they are. Like when I went to the Royal Ontario Museum and saw a really cool mummy display. I was immediately reminded of the person who was oh-so-excited about mummies and wished I could share the experience with the person. And there was a massive display of arms and armour, which brought me to think of someone else. And when the flurries came down and the beautiful snowflakes fell onto my mitt, I could not help but wish they were there to share my joy with me. And of course, how could I not help but smile when I saw the ice-skaters on the rink at City Hall? I was so tempted to relive the moment from Chicago, but decided against it for two reasons - one, that it was not going to be the same without my travel buds and two, erm, well, there were no railings! Haha!

Whatever it is, it's strange. I miss them already. Life goes on I guess, unfortunately. But there is hope yet. As I was buying tickets to the ROM (that is the Royal Ontario Museum for you, not Singapore's Registry of Marriages!!), upon finding out I was from Singapore, the lady said she had met a friend from Singapore in her first year of university whom she still keeps in touch with.

Nice.

I resolve to do that, no matter how busy I am. And I shall keep each one in prayer, just as how dear Farell touched my heart when he said he'll keep me in prayer, because that is the best way to remember someone by.

Coming back to Singapore soon...Christmas time!!

Saying goodbye.

Yesterday the Japanese girls threw a party for us to send us off. They'll stay another semester at Queens while we will be taking off, leaving on a jet plane, not knowing when we'll be back together again. They prepared the most awesome Japanese meal and they had the sweetest sweetest sweetest (no number of repetitions can fully describe the extent...) surprise presentation in a room FULL of balloons. All 939 of them (which Chikako had bought in Chicago while shopping with us).

But oh, why does it always take so long to sink in. I never cry at such occasions. Sweet emotional girls like Eve do. Hehe. But all that happens is my heart pounds harder, more painful pumps with every breath I take. My legs tremble at the thought of saying goodbye. My lips tremble. The tears threaten to come. But they never do. Call me emotionless. Or emotionally awkward. But when I sit alone in my room and recall it all over again, I just might cry.

Goodbye Chikako. Spending 4 months with you and growing so close, I wonder what it'll be like to not see that smile that brightens my day. I wonder what it'll be like to not hear your endearing Japanese-English accent. I wonder what it'll be like to not feel the warmth of your hug.

They say all good things have to come to an end. They also say not to be sad about these things coming to an end, but to rejoice that they have happened. Indeed, I thank God that Kingston has happened (despite all my initial protests). But yet, an air of melancholy lingers.

Chicago

Long road trip. Comfy car. Good mess. Three girls and a guy. Cool motel. Glenview. Complimentary breakfast. Chicago. Shopping. Architecture. Skyscrappers. Snow. Snow angels. Snowflakes.Waterless fountain. Museums. Ferris Wheel. Wind. Taxi. Chills. Metra. Tuna sandwiches. Dunkin Donuts. Better still - Krispy Kreme. Ice-skating. Falling down. Getting up. Awesome views. Night skyline. Fajitas. Tacos. Chicago Cheesecake. White Castle. Driving. Getting lost. And found. Conversations. Stars. Once-off fireworks. Shooting stars!. Parking lot. Home not-so-sweet home. Exams.

Yikes. I didn't mean to end with the reality of it all. But Chicago was an awesome trip. I had a great time with the people who went and seriously, I choose to refrain from going on and on with a bland narration of what happened. So for memory sake, the points are there. Just as photos don't always capture the beauty of the reality, neither do words.