Same same, but different

I have descended once again into this humid lushious land that I would call home for the next five month. I am once again see all the familiar sights and hearing the familiar sounds. From the screams and laugher of sleepless shearites at night to the rythmic syllables of singlish to the smell of home. There's a certain je ne sais quoi particular about this smell that hangs in the air, it smells of summer and holds the promise of rain. You can feel the precarious balance of sunshime and an incoming storm.

All these sights and sounds seem hollow with the memories shared with my friends in the not so distant past that haunt them. I met some fabulous people last semester, it makes me wonder whether I'll will be able to again have as much fun as last sem.

Well see. The year has just begun and still hold so much promise.

I met mathieu, a new exchange student from france today, showed him around. It's a start.