The Travel Monologues

I think this is the best Cantonese/Chinese song ever. I never really listened to this version since I was busy screaming my lungs out, trying to hit the high notes during karaoke, but damn, this is one hella version.

And now you know what I’m doing on a Friday night in Ithaca.

I miss late night suppers/great company/dota sessions/chillaxing/badminton and all that jazz that makes singapore such an awesome place to be in. Funny. I can’t really remember all that has happened this last month, but I do remember having such a great time that I found myself wishing I didn’t have to come back Ithaca.

Thought of the day: Isn’t it so like us to start missing someone only when they are truly gone?

P.S. I didn’t take this photo. Still an awesome shot though.