Showing posts with label Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diary. Show all posts
History repeats, with short interval this time. When I
open the door and my arms to her, she takes it for granted. One day she
evaporated from my life without any word. I waited and asked three times. The
first text message is “hello”; the second one is “long time no see. How are you
doing?” and the last one is “Could you tell why?” No answer still.
Today I
saw a photo taken on main campus posted on NC State’s facebook page. The scene
in that photo was leaves in green, red and yellow colors, so dynamic. I felt
guilty for having not paid a visit on the university’s website for more than
one month. While I was browsing what new souvenir is available in the
bookstore, I received a message from the Suzhou girl asking when I can visit
Suzhou.
“Maybe
mid-January, but I am not in a good mood.” I wanted to avoid making any
promise.
“Do you
still care about the one who does not care about you? Christmas?” she asked.
“You are
right. Maybe January 1st.” I still wanted to skip any promise.
“Christmas
is more romantic.” I thought I understand what she means. I should have told the
Suzhou girl that Christmas is not a romantic day. I am in trouble because I
could not resist her request and I want to date another girl recently.
This
afternoon, I just sent an email to a student we just met yesterday to ask where
I can have a good time in this shitty city. At the end of the meeting she said
I can invite her to watch the movie. I had good impression on her in our first
chat in my office so I would like to take advantage of this opportunity for forgetting
my advisee. But I found I still had feeling on her.
On Monday,
after class I met her in the coffee shop, the only real one in this city. She
explained why she didn’t come to see me for over one month. Although she had
lost my trust, my heart melted when looking at her. We told a lot regarding
with her papers, my job, the plan for my future career and something I couldn’t
remember.
“Are you
still going to the conference in New York?” she asked.
“Yes, I
will.” I said.
“Then my
visa…”
“I will
let the assistant to ask that for you.” I thought I was fooled again by her
face and voice.
They said she
is taking advantage of me, but I am not a righteous man either.
I had been
returning to my works for a week. Today is the date of the first seminar. I was
about 5 minutes late, but it took a while to catch up the topic. The slides
projected on the screen were yellow, and the slides were not careful made,
especially the tables with some words in strange shapes. Later we were informed
this was a job market talk. Because this topic is not my field, I didn’t bother
to any comment unless I was in the recruiting committee.
After the
seminar, just like it used to be, with the guest we went to the on-campus hotel
for a dinner. Although there were so many deluxe dishes, the tastes were never
amazing. Each dish was either salty or spicy. I found most of my energy had run
out while eating and listening to what they were talking. The dinner lasted two
hours; however, I felt it was like lasting three hours or longer.
It was
8:30 pm when I came back to the office on old campus. I continued to find a way
to extract a variable from a data file. I had spent a few hours today trying
Stata and R. No solution found. Finally I came back to MatLab, the one I
haven’t used for one year. Because of wasting so much time on the awful
internet, it was 10:00 pm when I figured out the way and installed software
necessary for running MatLab. Due to the lack of both intellectual and physical
proficiency, this was the first time I thought I am getting old.
This was
just the first week. It can be expected that there are more difficulties on the
way. What else can I do other than praying?
The stay
in Raleigh was memorable. In the morning I woke up, then prepared a simple
breakfast, and drove to school. The routes were familiar. No miss in anywhere I
should make a turn, stop, and change the lane. The work a day started in the
study room, the library or the office. Occasionally, the time was flying away
when I had a chat with friends. Sometimes we exchange ideas, sometimes just for
fun. In a month I live like a student.
Talley Student Union, was called Talley Student Center
The trip
to Chicago was quite disappointed. Everything is good in Chicago city except
the never-ending cold wind and the traffic control due to the gun fight and car
chasing. The problems were from me and my colleagues. I had no opinion about
the schedule, and one of the colleagues had too many opinions. It was supposed
to have an easy trip when someone else made the schedules. However, it was not
easy if the schedules totally centered on the maker. For example, in an outlet
I would get phone calls to ask me back as I was in a different store. I didn’t
know visiting what stores were written in the schedules. This trip reconfirmed
my viewpoint, to know a person travelling with him/her is a shortcut. This is
also a good way to filter a potential partner. Now they know I am like a lonely
wolf in the wild, and I know I won’t share a trip with someone in this group
again. Before the trip ended, I had been imagining the trip to Raleigh this
summer. No matter I am alone or accompanying with someone, the latter one must
be much interesting.
Rinaldo
had gone, in the Valentine’s Day. I was shocked. He texted me that his stomach
hurt and felt depressed via Skype on Thursday afternoon. On Saturday we were informed
that he passed away on Friday morning. There are too many that I’d like to
know. However it is impossible to find the answers. What I can do now are to
help his family close the loose ends here and think of those moments we share.
The
so-called coffee shop between two banks outside the south gate was the first
place he had dinner in this country.
Later it became the place where both of us have our late dinner. Its
food sucks. We went there because it was the only restaurant open after 8:00 pm
around old campus. I noticed he ate slowly and always skipped soup when having
a fried rice combo. Most of the time, I had already had my dinner. I
accompanied him because I understood how difficult was for a foreigner to live
here. It might make him more comfortable for being together with another one
like him.
I never
thought I could go to a KTV for the first time in my life because of him. He
himself wanted to see how the KTV looked like in this country, but he told
Joyce that I wanted to see it. So she found one and I could not refuse the
invitation. Actually I was a little
angry at him. To revenge, I called American students out for dinner in his name
later. That night, together with Rhi and Emily, we had a wonderful moment. He
sang very well; and I was like a dumb. That was really a joyful night.
His office
was empty. Maybe it was because he was always absent and had not decorated it
with small appliances and books. When he was present, he stayed long in it for
a day. At night, his office was quite faint. There was only a desk light
turning on. The heartbreaking letter I received said he was covered by
loneliness and the fear a couple of days before he was taken. I can imagine his
mental condition fell into a dark and void space that his office was not
comparable.
The very
last moment we shared is in the tailor’s shop. He had been looking for a tailor
for a custom-made suit. Since a student found a tailor’s shop for him, we had
visited it several times. I was the translator who interpreted his tons of
requests to the tailor. He was very demanding. He bought a few yards of fair
fabric from Kyrgyzstan, but wanted it to become a designer suit by less than
$50 dollars of labor cost. He checked each detail to make sure it was as close
as the one in the referenced photo. Until the last time I saw him, the suit had
not been completed.
I reminded
him don’t forget to claim his suit the night prior to my short trip to
Hangzhou. By the West Lake, I wished him had a nice winter vacation and
Christmas in his home country on the phone. This was the last time we talked.
I was
envious that he was always popular with girls because of his handsome face and
gentlemanly behavior. How could I foresee he pass away in front of his
girlfriend on Feb 14th? Now I have one more reason to dislike the Valentine’s
Day.
I wrote
this article to conclude my performance in 2013. If everything is smooth, I
would be too happy to remember writing this article. The existence of this
article shows that 2013 is not a satisfactory year. The first half 2013 was a
good period of time so no need to emphasize it or I would fall into my
daydreaming. The second half was a mess. It looks like a warning from the
heaven that my life during the first half period was too fantastic.
Last time
when I came here, the weather was a rainy day. It was not raining when I
arrived. At the beginning, it was cloudy, similar to my feeling. My paper was
just been rejected by a journal. This showed I have a long way to go. This
strike would ruin this trip if I dealt with it wrong. Luckily, it is not hard
to hide my sorrow because my unique personality makes me look sentimental.
I met her again. She is as cute as she was. The most fantastic change is that she seems more mature and prettier. She also shared some costs for meal, transportation, and entrance fee. Not easy for a pretty girl. It was my honor to have her accompany in this short trip. This was the first time I knew she likes to sleep away on the weekend. In the Buddhist temple, I knew she is a devout Buddhist. The next day, I guess I made a mistake by choosing a cold tourist spot. She hasn’t recovered from the cold caught a few days ago. No many tourists visiting there in such a cold rainy day. We left soon and went to have a dinner in downtown. Happy days always pass by soon.
West Lake
One of the largest Buddhist Temple I have ever seen.
Xixi Wetland
Silent Hill in China
I left without reporting the absence, but people in this research group all
knew where I came. They asked why I went to meet this girl and don’t try to
pursue her. Indeed, I went to Hangzhou not just for its scenery. There are only
three cities, i.e. Boston, Kyoto and New York where I’d like to visit for the
second time. If it was not for this special girl, it is very likely I don’t
bother to move any finger.
“The distance is a big problem” I said, “Prof. Dong said Hangzhou is a shitty city, but the city which we are working at is hell.” I am like a leave gone with the wind. Today I am in hell, and I don’t know where I will be tomorrow. This fate had been determined right after I decided to get a PhD in the US. Sad but irreversible?
Food is much tasty than food in hell.
Cheese Rice Cake
Rice Soup
2007 Fall – 2008 Spring
In the first semester, I didn’t know what I
can eat. There was a Food Lion within the walking distance from the apartment.
I always buy frozen food and lettuce for dinner, and bread and milk for
breakfast. In the university I grasped a cheese burger and fries in the Atrium
food court. When I stayed in the library at night, I liked to join some Korean
students to have dinner in Fountain Dining Hall, Waba or Charles’ Grilled Sub. Then
I learnt there is a convenient dining option called meal plan. Across the
Hillsborogh Street, there was a Chinese fast food restaurant. I didn’t
understand why it was always packed with Chinese students in the lunch hour
until I work in China. I lost several pounds in the first year.
Continental breakfast warmed my heart
Wednesday, Sept. 25th, 2013
This was a frustrating afternoon. An idea
which I had been thinking about for months back to the days when living in
Mission Apartment didn’t work! I tried several DSGE setups and there were
always problems. Then I found the main reason is either there is no clearing
for a market or the issue I want to ask becomes trivial if I assign a new
exogenous condition. I wrote an email to tell older Joe, my colleague and
coworker in Japan, that I got stuck in the bottleneck.
Hello, Philip,
I believe you are about to packing your stuff. Unlike me, a child spoiled
by my parents to enjoy life in the US, you might be happy to go home with your
family and resume your job soon. I’d like to update my unique experience so far.
Pace
is quite slow in this town. Pedestrians seem have no business to do; students
seem have no care of their studies. I have known some new colleagues and new
friends. Some of them got degrees in the US, and the others are US
undergraduates who teach English in the school of foreign languages. Perhaps I
won’t forget English shortly.
In the first week of class, I didn’t do
much. I wrote and improved a small piece of a working paper. Then I manually
transfer a chapter of the dissertation into a LaTex format for submission. It
hasn’t been done. The main reason is my Italian colleague. He wants to enjoy
nightlife and I sometimes have to go out with him. This guy is so Italian. We went
to downtown and eat in restaurants at 4 nights consecutively. Because of him, I
went to a KTV for the very first time in my life. He likes to hang out with girls,
American and Chinese or anyone causes his interest. Even eating in a coffee
shop, the young waitress wanted to exchange emails and phone numbers with him. Oh,
my gosh.
Noodle soup in a famous restaurant. It tastes ok.
Fish hot pot, the most delicious food I ate in this town.
And also because of him, I knew a colleague called Joyce. She is like
us, new to this university and the town, but much younger than we are. Aside from
her charming, we are also impressed by her English speaking and listening given
she haven’t studied in the US. When it comes to the US...
I miss my simple and healthy life in the US
so much. Soon you will, too.
Ted
I came to work too early. I should have
taken up the invitation and headed to Beijing first, or I should have stayed at
hometown swallowing hamburgers until I would get sick of it. This place is
beyond my imagination. I can read the characters, but I hardly understand what
street people speak. Maybe they are talking in dialects or Mandarin with very
different accents. It is very often I reply them based on the key words I hear.
The streets are exotic. You can see brand cars, bizarre scooters and bicycles
on the same road. There are lots of shops along the street in front of the
university. What interesting is none of them is familiar to me. International
food chains haven't expended their businesses to the inland town. Outside the
university most people in the town look like countrymen or countrywomen.
It had been one month since I came home. Next
Monday the journey will begin. I understand it is depressed to leave a comfort
zone. Previously it was in Raleigh, now it is in my hometown. One the other hand, I
totally acknowledge without taking risk, how does one get the premium? Hometown,
I don’t really know what it is; I’m just familiar with my home and its
neighborhoods where includes a coffee shop, a bookstore, a bakery, a grocery
stores, and a McDonald’s in which I visit every week. On this weekend, I’d like
to stretch the neighborhoods farther. I'd like to go to Costco, to see an English
movie and have lunch in a Japanese Restaurant. Maybe I can regain a part of my
memories left in Raleigh.
Preface
Yesterday
I went to a university to meet a professor I have known for many years. I heard
him talking about how creative his ideas are and promising his research is. At
the same time, he showed his disproval of the most important chapter of my
dissertation. He said it cannot be published because my advisor doesn’t give
his name on the working paper for endorsement although he didn’t read it. Of
course, I showed my respect and said nothing because there was Asia.
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