Archive for August, 2003

one era is ending. a

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

one era is ending. a short, happy one at a flat. but i managed to stuff a couch in my room. haha.

i feel strangely distant. last year it was more exciting to see the mit campus become bustling again. this year . . . i might have become jaded. plus seeing my family is happy while it happens, but depressing when it ends. i have to keep telling myself to remember that i will be seeing them all again soon. for the time being, even though i am surrounded by people, i feel lonely.

i can swim. yeah.

ha i get to be

Thursday, August 21st, 2003

ha i get to be on the internet twice in one day. (my cousin and i fixed the computer.) as usual (for me) there will be no sleeping tonight, as i pack like a madman for shanghai–and then for home.

it’s hard to say goodbye to one side of my family for now. but they promise to watch me graduate if possible, except that i will have no chance of procuring so many commencement tickets. but that is a problem for two years from now. for better or worse those two years are coming quite quickly. (another road trip then too!)

between one entry and another i bought another textbook. i never got around to buying clothes, though. i have trouble shopping with my parents, they make me feel guilty for spending money. my dad was with me the whole time. still, a few chances left. one more day in hong kong remains, as well as my whole shanghai trip.

i am beginning to remember how to get places in hong kong, though. this is nice. i like having that feeling in boston too. i haven’t been here long enough.

asians in asia are totally

Thursday, August 21st, 2003

asians in asia are totally different. i’m very slow compared to them. it seems like they’re rushing because they feel like they’ll miss out on something. it doesn’t matter if you’re elderly like my grandmother, they’ll just shove you aside. supposedly it is worse on the mainland, i’ll find out in a day or two when i go to shanghai.

asians here also seem to be way more paranoid of little things. people only talk to each other after some kind of grace period, as if there’s a trust threshold that has to be reached. but i guess this is true everywhere.

i think i am over-generalising. i suck.

when i think about the things my family says about how this place used to be, i think about how different life would have been had my parents not emigrated.

soon i’ll be going home–crap! but i saved money on books. and just about everything else. except clothes. going shopping again right now, so i will fix that. aa batteries are about half the price.