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Been meeting and getting to know a lot of people recently -- so many of them that I can't even keep track of. Transfer students, Singaporean students, Chinese students, seniors, etc. Too many people have been asking me out for lunch/dinner/a walk that I'm starting to feel tired. But well, it's the last week before school starts. だからまだ余裕があるかな。 I met Joseph; he was very different from what I thought he'd be. He's not like Lawrence at all, though apparently they (we?) all fall under the same category of people. Talking to Joseph strangely feels like getting back into some comfort-zone; not sure whether it's because he reminded me of Lawrence or because it really is so. It's increasingly hard to stop thinking about Lawrence. Sigh. No matter how many people I've met -- IMO/IPhO/IBO golds, research stars, amazing people at MIT/Google, etc. -- I still cannot like anyone else as much as I like Lawrence. This is... honestly painful. Only if I could forg...

Hi, So it's been a week since I left Tokyo. It felt short. It still feels slightly unreal. As I cycled back from school to dorm, the sight of Charles River and Boston's city light on the opposite side somehow reminded me of Singapore. It felt like the night when I drove past Downtown, when I was distracted by the sight of Marina Bay and almost crushed into another car. It was one of those quiet nights like those in Edward Hopper's painting. It still is. On my way back I thought of Japan; I tend to think of such things when it's quiet at night and I'm alone. Boston is getting cold and it reminds me of the winter in Tokyo, especially the last winter, especially the times when I walked past the long, chilly sky walk at Ebisu to Andy's place. I remember the red carpet and the chandelier and the hot chocolate at Starbucks; it was the Christmas season. It was so nice.