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Name: Mr.Luo
Gender: Male
Interests: 6, Accord, blue, Calculus textbook, China, Jimmy's, library corner, the Lunds, Ping-pong, Pipetman, Progressive (metal, tax, democrats), TI-89, Yippee.
Expertise: Spinning pencil.
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MSN: leoheart
Member Since:
3/30/2004
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| It is about time to review my past month.
The trip to China has given me a lot to think of. Only three years ago, I was part of that isolated society resolving my own conflicts with its norms. Yet when I arrived at hometown airport, things started becoming skewed and misaligned in front of my naked eyes.
Only three years ago, I was still a native boy.
Though my friends from high school and middle school commented on my unaltered personality, I consider myself already an outsider, or a man living in history. Here is what I complied with all the photos I took. I will later upload more.
The flight
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| Well into the summer, I begin preparing to loosen my mind.
Last Friday was my official last day working in Robinson Research Building 506. Oh how much has happened between that magic place and me. Many times I have said our relationship is over, but not once could I resist coming back to you. Maybe because you are my patron and I am your client. But I believe we can go much deeper than that if we want to.
My research instructor, who has been promoted to Assistant Professor during my stay, decided to take the lab to Cuisine of India. It was quite deviant from what I thought, but we had a good time, I had a sad moment.
Three exciting things coming up:
1. 3-day countdown to my trip to China, starting tomorrow!
2. Wondering in Cool Springs galleria for small take-home gifts. (I guess there is that girly side inside me whispering, "Who said guys can't shop in Claire's?")
3. My mysterious trip inside China is coming together, with the assistance of two former "homies" I had in high school.
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The heat in June is the reminder of upcoming encounters.
There is indeed the smell of summer when I wake up to the chirping of birds. And I still cannot convince myself what has been my daily routine, primary concern, and main subject of complaint, is all left behind with the track of time. All the sudden, chunks of time became available, which makes my night strangely uncomfortable. (Although I did rot my brain in front of Comedy Central for hours.)
I'm bad at this "having nothing to do" thing.
Though unbelievable it seems, I have many reasons to be content. The vestige of the disappearing predomination is a stable and fun job that I can rely financially on, a surreal vacation(escape) that I greatly look forward to, and at last an ambitious challenge that I fearlessly anticipate. Hence, getting my hopes up is the cure against every lengthened minute.
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| It is the graduation eve, yet I can feel the insecurity creeping back.
For the past few days, I have accepted ridiculous number of
invitations to graduates' dinners, as my feeble attempt to extend
what is bound to be taken away from me.
Saying goodbye has never been a pleasant experience to me, no matter how many times it presents me the perplexing dénouement. I have always wanted to avoid looking at the small picture that on Monday, May 29, we have already loosened our ties around each other, untied the bonds formed over the last few years.
Senior year ended in such hasty manner that makes me often wonder if I'm travelling in the speed of light. How much will I miss the beautiful court yard with crowds of people and the yellow ball, serene hallways without a pass in my hand, and you. In you I found the courage to be myself. Tomorrow will be the day that reminds me of the three years we spent together, and all the fond memories of ours.
I understand we are all old enough to overcome this kind of sentimentality, but please forgive me for loving the past. And I can almost promise you that I will move on one day toward the expectation of everyone including myself. And for right now, good night, and good luck.
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| The night of the year,
it wasn't bad, not at all.
Everyone looked fa-bu-lous.
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