"There was the graduate student who said Scott became his friend over debates about Arab-Israeli relations. The broadcasting student who traveled with him to Argentina and witnessed Scott solving complex math problems for fun. The frat groupie who said he passed on bids because the pre-med student wanted to focus on studying neuroscience. The woman who gushed that Scott had the balls to eat a frog in Thailand last week. The love interest who fell for him in the time it took to share a bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon over a bag of Twizzlers. The rabbi who said Scott’s spirit embodied l’chaim, which means “to life” in Hebrew. The pal who said he was overwhelmed by how many languages Scott knew. And then there was the girl who he surprised at the airport during a long layover. He kept her company until the wee hours of the morning, just to talk with her."

This is beautiful.

for the rest of one friend's personal reflection on this guy who died while on exchange at nus, go to: http://www.themiamihurricane.com/2009/03/04/a-personal-reflection-on-scott-monat/

heartache after reading the whole thing, especially the ending.

and it makes you wonder, if someone were to give your eulogy, what would they say?

i wish i cared more. =(

on a completely different note, rock band is the absolute bestest.. if only because it lets me score damn high on the singing component (which er, really isnt very hard considering if you just make a lot of noise into the mike, it adds to your points)

i dont care that a huge thunderstorm broke out just as i hit the starting notes of ozzy's 'crazy train' (havent you people heard of coincidence?!)

this weekend equals =)