I heard your suitcase say Goodbye

My heart is sold.

We have just shifted a few couches around to make ourselves ccomfortable for the rest of our night here at Calgary's airport. It's only 1130pm here so the night sure is still young. Oh but KK's already snoring away beside me. I think it's going to take me really long before I fall asleep because I find it really difficult to sleep outside. Insecure about my environment maybe? I should be tired by now because Kingston is 2 hours ahead but I'm wide awake. At least I've my book to keep me company. Currently hooked onto The Wind-up Bird Chronicle. Sometimes I find myself laughing out loud at the humour but mostly really appalled at how odd characters get in the book yet there're tinges of familiarity in them. Have you ever thought while all of us are distinctively different, each of us are still similar to others in one way or another? Pardon me, I've digressed. But anyway, Montreal was reallyyyyyy cold the past 3 days we were there, it even snowed on the second day. The wind was relentless I had to use the mittens for my poor hands. And because of that, we didnt take much pictures so that we can leave our hands warm. Nevertheless, Montreal is a quaint city with cathedrals every few streets away. Full of culture at Old Montreal and Mont Royal especially. Oh yes, Montreal's first language is French! So sometimes we have a hard time figuring out the menus or what people were trying to tell/ask us. I must say we were fascinated by how French never fails to sound so different from the way they spell their words. KK says the best part about Montreal is that we had awesome food for many meals. All I know is that I can't wait to go to Jasper tomorrow. I pray for good weather! No wind and all sun!

P.S. That was three nights ago.

ONEEEEEEEE
MOREEEEEEE
DAYYYYYYYY!

Staten's a quiet beauty in its own rights.
And I've cancelled thoughts about shifting to blogspot. I can't part with LJ's private entry function.

To road trips and more road trips!

Watched this video first thing I woke up and while it is a bad idea to start the day crying, I know I've to write down this extremely overwhelming emotion I'm feeling right now. I wished I was there. I could have been, but I guess I underestimated the power of the event. Maybe it's because I know I'm going home soon, therefore why do I need a Singapore day? I'll be home soon to all the food, the transport infrastructure (I know SMRT has been giving a lot of problems but wait till you see what everywhere else has), the cleanliness, etc. There's a taking-things-for-granted sentiment behind it all, which this video managed to melt it away. People tend to forget, don't we? It's so true what they say in the video. When you're overseas, you will realize there is no - zilch - boundaries between Singaporeans. You can speak all your lahs, lehs, mehs, pangsehs, and even my most hated bojio but you know the person is going to understand you. Sometimes in front of my Canadian friends, I find myself restructuring my sentence, not because it is bad, but because it is just different. When you speak of spicy food with so much zest, only your fellow Singaporean can share your true love for it. To be honest, having come for exchange I've given much much thoughts about moving from country to country. I told myself countless of times, "I'm going to die in Singapore's weather" and even more so, "I'm going to be bored to death." Sometimes I hate how the country's job landscape narrows the choices of degrees available (or actually desirable) in the universities. I often imagine myself being born in another country, where I'll be able to learn something I am truly passionate about, where the job landscape offers the likes.  Out there, there seem to be a larger chance at giving my dreams a shot. Besides, it will be easier for me to set foot in more places, traveling every now and then to neighboring cities or inter-country states. Nevertheless, the world is enormous, and I can only go as much as possible. The fact is that, there's only one home. I just blogged about dreading to be home, but now I'm reminded that's where I belong. Where I truly belong. My family and my friends. I can create new bonds here but the old ones will always stay gold. 

If this video aims to persuade Singaporeans to balik kampung, then I hereby declare I'm convinced.