it seemed so long ago, and yet i can never forget them. it seemed almost like a dream. one month ago exactly.. i was at yuka's house. we were up on the mountain. even looking at the pictures, wondering about so many things, made everything else insignificant. ever since i came back, i never stopped thinking about her, about how she was at this point in time. one month ago today, i would be in yuka's car, driving to karaoke with hikaru and haruka. really seems like a dream how fast time flew. seems inevitable that i have to go back, whether alone or not.

hard to imagine that the first day i met yuka... i was so speechless for words. i had met her before in singapore, but i didnt say much then. i knew what i wanted to say, what i learnt in singapore, but the moment i met her, all the words escaped from my mouth. my japanese just didnt seem good enough suddenly. it was a thrill and an unforgettable experience to be with yuka, around her and her family. i'll never forget 19th MILE. even through all the problems and the chaos, and all the people i've stabbed in the back. all the people i hated when i was there.. who i'd consider nothing but acquaintences... who i'd never understand why they were there.. i knew that it was meant to be. the point of going over was not to make friends with singaporeans. yes, i feel i did make friends while i was there... i got to know people like aloysius and ruth and joseph better... i got the opportunity to meet weilong and weiting.. both of whom i consider good friends, and best of all.. i got the blessed opportunity to meet yuka.

i write this now, knowing fully well i'll never forget this experience, knowing even if i never get to see her again, she'll always be there. those 14 days seemed to have flown by like an arrow, and here i am back in singapore, though my mind and my heart wishes i was back in japan. i wish i could have kept on living those 14 days over and over again... there with my friends and my family, where i didnt have a worry.

suddenly everything else in life seemed insignificant... as i remembered the times back in kanazawa. i had left with happy memories, i hadn't cried, i refused to tear. ok i teared 1 or 2 tears. kanazawa will now forever be a part of me. i hope i left enough behind for them to remember me by... at least until i go back again.

yuka... until then, until we meet again...

it hurts, being so far away from them, away from the family i called home for 10 days. each day i dream, i miss them more than ever.