You know what makes me sad?

When people say they miss me. I know that's supposed to make me feel happy - that I'm missed, meaning my presence meant alot.

Before leaving, and even now, when I hear such stuff it makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Touched would be a more apt description.

"So here's to Jamie: my dear neighbour, ally, fellow tshirt-shorts-slippers-crumpler friend, chauffeur, and pirate who likes to steal my songs and movies. I'm gonna miss the times when I can just call you up for a meal at Upper East Coast Rd/Parkway (those superb makan times haha), or just to watch a movie; laughing at the most inappropriate times during movies; when we take turns to drive out while the other person navigates; when we'd take the same bus home/out during outings; when you'd come over randomly to watch shows at my house; when we'd make fun of the rest; when we'd be cheapo shits together, going after all the bargains; and of course when you'd listen to all my complaints and nonsense. Wow I didn't realize we did so many things together haha. Actually we don't really meet so often, but at least last time I knew there was someone there I could just call and arrange to meet. Now, she's like 1000 miles away." - I really had no idea I made such an impact. Or maybe I did, but it's different when it's worded out. Leaves a really warm feeling. =)


Long train rides leave me time to think. The perfect lifestyle would be that of a globe-trotter's, or one which would allow you to live a few years in a country, amongst the masses, then move on to a different country. How diverse and enriching. Stepping out of your comfort zone is a giant step which is to me, an important part of growing up and experiencing life. I swear I would have shouted 服务员 if not for my stuffy nose and warped voice. Lol.