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You have changed a lot. And me too. But.















































Any thought? Thank you.

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I went to a Baroque concert, and then the Japanese restaurant (that I have been always going to) with a classmate. So we talked a little bit about things like... say, boring things like... college application =D Well, the story somehow led to Boston, and then Toronto, and then to the Canadians. Now you know what the story was mainly about =p



Uhm, it seems that everyone is curious about how couples around them got together (who liked who first, who proposed who first, and all that). As a consequence, I was left wondering myself : how did it actually happened? So after coming back to the school, I caught Bryan (who is always online), spent a little bit of time discussing about those 7 years. We again went through things like the first time we all hung out together to the Skydome for a baseball match (when Natchan had a bunny hat), when we were with Max and a donut box ("are you mine too?"), camps in Ontario Valley where Nick was so upset about not being able to do what he thought he should have done (and Jin holding my hands for the first time, which he doesn't even remember). Or, how wicked Jin was to make me publicly admit you-know-what (what I thought was very embarrassing back then), or Bryan always tell us to show "something interesting" ( and that's followed by the first time Jin asked me if it was OK to do that interesting thing. Ehm, inside joke =D )



But, how did it actually happened? I still don't know. Well, I remember our welcoming party where we joked about falling "in" and falling "out" of love, and then Jin said to me something in incomprehensible Japanese, after which Natsuki burst out laughing and no one else understood. Or before that, when Jade mysteriously smiled as if he had known something that we hadn't (uh oh). And there went the bus rides, in which I and Jin always took to go home ('cause we lived opposite each other) and I always fell asleep half way. Or the walks along the subway stations of Kipling and York, or Finch, where the music from the busker (singing Four strong winds or the likes) always made me slow down. Usually I would say " I love this music"; and he would just smile, and sometime say " You are the music." Only I know the double meanings of this statement.



Well, the four years before that is a long period of time. Things just naturally happened, and it just suddenly came to a point where we (meaning everyone) just knew it. For those people out there who thought that I wanted to go to MIT, or learned Japanese because of that, you are wrong. I don't really feel like explaining, but these things had very little to do with one another =/

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I was on stage... again!



List =)



- the Beatles' Eleanor Rigby : the high part ("ah... look at all the lonely people...") and staying around the organ with Quique, pretending to be John and George :) There went Ken and Edgardo with his violin.



- freestye blues : playing (super simple) drums with Ken and Quique



- The birthday song and Let it be : with The Beatles CAS. Staying around making rock and roll noise at the piano in the birthday song, and playing the electric guitar (with the solo =p) in Let it be. I'm glad Jin wasn't there to hear it... haha.



- I shot the sheriff and Oye como va (and La Bamba spontaneously) : Los Escarabajos' (new version : Ken, Quique, Ricardo, David (aka Sessy), Paula, Liza and me). Back to my beloved piano.



It was the best show ever since the beginning of last year (although not musically). Thanks the percussion group, Xiana, Tejesh, Paul and everyone for the inspiration. And my bandmates, including but not restricted to those mentioned above, for the experience.



(So I say thank you for the music, the song I'm singing. Thanks for all the joys I'm feeling. who can live without it? I asked in all honesty, what would life be, without a song to sing or dance what are we? So I say thank you for music... - Abba)



Do. Not. Ask. Me. About. S. A. T.



Well, anyway, there are something I can look forward to. I'm going with Edgardo to a Baroque concert tomorrow. Yay, classical! Time for listening to Bach!



Well, and on Saturday or Sunday... it's my first hiking with Emilia and the group =)

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My dear friend. It is a decision you had to make and a path you thought you had to go. I have sensed something strange about you, but I have been too inconsiderate. So friend, although I really want to know, I won't question.

I knew and witnessed all the efforts you had paid, and you yourself know about it better than anyone else. So if you say that this decision is the best for you, I believe you that it's really is.

So? So what? The chronic question - so what?

So what, friends? We have made our decision, we have achieved what we wanted. So what?

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I'm writing this down today, for myself, so that I won't forget.

This is the story about two Argentinian guys, Juan and Pablo, who were best friend of my current roommate, Zsuzsanna. Last year, they were expelled and sent back to Argentina, without any specific reason given to the community.

So last year went by, and this year, Zsuzsanna became my roommate. Well, I need to say, had it not been for this, I would have been holding prejudices against her types (the playing hard type, showy clothes, narcotics, marijuana, club dancing...). But I came to understand that everyone is a person that needs to be understood.

So this is the story that Zsuzsanna told me : last year, as we know, Juan was her boyfriend and Pablo was Mira's boyfriend. Many things happened, but briefly, one day Pablo raped Mira. She was sent to a hospital, with bruises all over her body, but she refused to name the raper. But the police and the staffs' persistence frustrated her, and she somehow split it out. So, the school decided to send Pablo back home. But Juan had to leave as well. Why? Nobody knew. Even Juan himself didn't.

Now these two guys are still keeping contact with Szuszanna by emails. They're in Argentina, homeless, living on the streets.

I don't deny that bad actions had to lead to some kinds of consequences. But we are a school, where people come to be educated, not a prison where people receive punishment. By expelling them, the administration gave them a death sentence. There could be many ways to help them understand the consequences of their actions and be better members of the society, but these people chose to neglect them and their humanities. Now thanks to them, Juan and Pablo will be likely to live like this for the rest of their lives.

So sad how some people tend to put reputation above everything.