i'm back...

i miss taking the metro and praying we don't miss our stop and ending up at the other end of ny...

i miss walking through time square and getting annoyed at tourist blocking my way...

i miss getting lost in soho because we'll always end up at the same shop, urban outfitters....

i miss spending a whole day at a museum walking through thousands of exhibits...

i miss egg and cheese bagel for breakfast, wondering we'll have lunch and general tsao chicken for dinner...

i miss meeting new people in hostels and wondering whether they'll rob/rape/kill us...

i miss laying on the grass in the middle of central park knowing it'll be to damn hot and disgusting to do in singapore...

i miss getting lost and asking directions from strangers in the middle of manhattan...

i miss kenneth and how staying with him was one of the highs of our trips...

i miss how we walking 20 blocks just to find a marc jacobs in greenwich village...

i miss stoping and pointing out places from scenes of movies and shows...

i miss getting dinner at cheesy chinatown and strolling to dangerous little italy for desserts...

i miss the over commercialization and bastardization of the politically incorrectness in the us...

i miss walking down the street in the night and wondering whether we'll be shot at...

i miss how everyone says "hi how are you", even if they don't really care...








i'm back...
but one day we'll meet again...
and when we do...
i don't think i'll be able to leave you...