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let's see how long my blog will lastSeptember 09 Neuroscience Retreat Sep 7-8you always have people tell you that happy days fly in a blink of eye. I thought it was a metaphor until the end of the fabulous trip to Harbortowne for our annual retreat. In a nutshell, I have never been this high for quite a long time. every minute there was an adventure for me. you just never knew what would happen to you in the very next moment. some total stranger might drag you into the dance pool against all your wills; someone might pull you off your kayake into the water and leave you taste like some bad seafood, despite the fact that everyone was fullly aware of the fact that people were expecting us to show up at least dry and seafood smell free in 15 minutes. The weird thing is I actually enjoyed the moment of humiliation so to speak. call me self destructive freak. but the truth is sometimes it is no longer about you, it is the fun that matters.
some photos from the gorgious recreational resort: enjoy
August 12 some photos from last ten days in USI accidentally deleted the note I had wrote to accompany these photos, dont want to rewrite them. so just photos, enjoy. feel free to speek out your comment.
PS. I am reachable by phone: home: 4105026250, cell: 4109484197, lab: 4109551599.
keep in touch guys.
September 24 a picture is worth a thousand wordstake a look at those photos, and you will see.
don't be too fastidious about them. i have tried my best, though.
enjoy hopefully.
if you like them, leave a message, otherwise, just pretend you have never been here.
January 31 new year's resolutioni feel it necessary to give you an explanation for being lazy in managing my space lately.
apparantly, i have been out everyday from dawn to dusk, so my body naturally resisted any further brainstorming events when i don't have to do anything.
i immediately felt guity about concealing the truth. the deal is that i have a high expectation of my next work, so i was intimidated by the thought that it would not look good enough. this kind of feeling has been harassing me so long that i can not remember when i was free of it. i knew it from the very beginning that it would not be a desirable psycological status, but i never even have the guts to moderate it, because that would be like saying that going back or staying stagnant is permissible, which in my world is the biggest tatoo.
when it comes to the deadline to update my blog, i will have the most hard time in veto every candidate topic by the reason that it is too superficial, it is not interesting enough, or my personal view is too naive etc, so in the end, all did not fend off the fate to be aborted. meanwhile, the invisible pressure got amassed.
that is why i foresaw the coming of the day when i close my blog by choosing such a space name.
i guess what put me in ever harder position is that i chose english as a medium to start with, which is proved to be a bad idea. because i will never sound like a native english speaker, for people who know me, they should know it is always my dream from childhood which is too good to be true.
maybe my new year's resolution should be to slack off more. January 23 journey-is that beautiful?
January 22 day of fun - highschool reunionalthough it did not start out all good, with my, function organisor's late emergence, and the stereotypical meeting location, cashbox party world, where people are supposed to sing, fortunately, what it has later become was a big blast.
2pm-5pm at cashboy party world:
i don't know if it was a good sign that neither of 12 of us were thrilled about Karaok showoff this time.(definitely a sign saying that my choice of party location sucked). instead of seizing the program editting remote control, we were totally invovled in our chat. sometimes, the accompanying music could be barely heard. what we were talking about? i would say loads of trival things, say, what kind of life each of us want to lead in the future,scy's answer was most perturbing, she is gonna be a gynecologist. from then on, the divergent topics were unified to be one, lectured by her(haha, guess you know already). dim and dizzy as the chamber was, i could still see brilliant glow from everyone's face, which can not be completely explained by the effectiveness of heating device.
5:30 pm at XXX restaurant.
xwj was something, he got us directly through throngs of waiting people to a unattached box. really felt bad for those who did not have a VIP friend along.
we ordered several dishes, nothing to say about them, just dont understand why the place is so hot. and continued unfavorable previous topics as well as the joy and laughter. taking this opportunity, i suggested that every person took photo of the one sitting at their left. this is how i got those photos on your right.
8:00pm at Barossa Bar adjacent to westlake. (great place for party)
apparently, i was too grown up to frighten some of my friends with the suggestion instead of going to tea house or coffee house, we got to do something 20s would do, going to bar. insecured and skeptical at first, it turned out to be my most sensible decision.
the place is characterized by utterly arabian style. a few keywords about it are dim light, mysterious color tone, long soft couches with cushions piled on them, and most impressive, belly dance by exotic beauty. different ambience, but same cheerful talk. i guess some of us talked more than we did in
highschool with three years combined.
someone said it would be a bless from heaven to have one good friend, but in my case, i have got you all, my dear highschool fellows.
thank you for giving me such an unforgetable night.
and at last happy new year, and good luck in the future!
for people who are concerned, let me inform you how he or she is like now.
linnan is better looking than he used to be.
whz has gained the exact amount of pounds he need.
scy is talkative as usual, but with long hair tied up, looks charming.
wyz is elegant as usual, and catwalking expert.
lhy is growing his mustache, way to go man.
hl is always handsome, and apart from getting manly, no change is observable.
zy !!! i could barely recognize her, better see for yourself, anyway she is prettier and much more sexy.
for jj and xq, honestly, there is no perceivable alteration, for good or for bad, really don't know.
cc is still naive looking but deep in thoughts, full of surperising ideas.
thanks to xwj, we were able to enjoy VIP treatment. January 19 one versus a myriadJust so you know, I am all right, even though my blog has been left untended for several days. I am not going to use the lame excuse that I was up to something urgent or important, because god knows how boring and insipid the life can get on a long holiday. as a matter of fact, I was simply running out of worth-writing feelings not to mention, interesting discoveries, if you do not consider indulging oneself in front of TV a once in a life experience. It would have been literally killing me alive with my routines bearing much resemblance to pigs, if it were not for my neighbor's unlucky incidence today.
you had to be in my position to get how amused it was to see my desperate neighbor and an expert door opener trying every conceivable gear to open the door with a broken lock, just read what I wrote, I did sound evil in that last sentence, but believe me, there was absolutely no part of me taking any pleasure of the irksome trouble. Ok it was pretty clear what was going on when I heard what sounded like hammer hammering and driller drilling. Once again, she was somehow unable to get inside her own house. But this time, it seemed more intractable, because I heard vaguely that they were already on the discussion whether to break in by force. I was then standing in the doorway to safeguard our house from the potential invasion of the man with all kinds of goody, versatile keys, kinked steel stick, barber-pin. In fact, our door could not be closed until they finished using the socket in our house.
Half an hour passed, the lock still did not let go, withstanding all the poking drilling and smashing. I could not help but laugh at my thought that the owner must have never wanted a thief this badly before. Apparently, a thief is much better trained to open others' door provided his brilliant record of sneaking inside one's house with most modest tools you can think. I felt really bad for the door opener who even got a noisy driller a luxury a thief would never think of using.
Sarcastic as it was, I felt puzzled, why people who are poorly equipped and are baleful have a better chance to get their way than good better-equipped people? Is there an uncovered evil force manipulating all those dark things and overriding the power of fairness and just.
My second finding was not as discouraging as the first one. It was my way of explaining the occurrence of such an incidence in the first place. Why on earth did the lock malfunction? And why was it so difficult to unlock a broken lock? The reason is pretty simple but universal. As intended by the inventor of the lock, lock can be unleashed in only one way, normally that means turning the correct key for a correct angle. In contrast, it can go wrong in almost countless ways. So the odds favor the unfavorable outcome. Actually, this lock thing shares some similarity with the protein folding problem, (forgive me for giving you technical talk here),that is, inappropriate folding is more likely to happen than the native folding.
Hopefully, this kind of thinking can pacify resultant upset mood a little bit when one does not get full marks or one finds out he or she is not the one, because statistically speaking, they were not unusual events.
One versus a myriad, do the math, don’t get mad. |
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