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| okay.. this is probably my last entry for a long time to come. i
don't think i'm a blogger-type person. so ta ta xanga people...
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| Hasta luego Texas, Hola Pittsburgh
It's been 2 months. Texas has been extremely kind to us. We almost
never saw the burning 100 degree heat more than a week, and they said
it was going to be blistering hot. Well... that can wait till we leave.
Most of my work hours have been spent staring at the computer screen,
figuring out why in the world the 'S' in SQL (Standard Query Language)
doesn't stand for 'Standard' at all. It has kept me on the edge of my
seat for the past few days as I'm rushing to get this program finally
'done'. Beta version perhaps? >_<
I'm excited to get back to Pitts, as wierd as it may sound. I'll be
having lots to look forward to; i.e. packing, moving, picking up
freshmen from the airport, volunteering for international orientation,
new student outreach for freshmen orientation, MFF4, and finally
classes...
The summer has been restful, enlightening, enriching and maybe 'fun' can be included in that list somewhere. =P
It'll be 19 hour days again before I know it. and hopefully the rest of the 5 hours can be used for sleeping purposes.
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| N'awlins for the weekend.
Crawfish, booze, gumbo, booze, beignets, booze.... and more booze. Easy way to describe New Orleans eh? 
No no.. don't panic.. I was clean of booze.. YUCK.. hate those
things, but enjoyed the gumbo, beignets and of course the super hot
sunshine.
Left Longview at like 1pm on Friday, and drove about 6 hours through
the swamps, lakes and greens of Louisiana to reach N'Orleans at 7.05pm.
Checked into this dinghy hostel, India House, on S. Lopez St. The
hostel owner led us to this dimly lit dorm room with 5 double bunk beds
and 'creatively' drawn on walls. There was a guy sleeping on the bed
opposite me who, according to him when he said hi, was a bit stoned
from last night. 0_o
well.. we chucked our stuff as fast as we could and scooted off
on foot to find chow. After what seemed like forever, we finally
reached the city center of N'Orleans. It's wierd how Canal St.(which
runs through the city) can be so absolutely deserted on one end, and
bustling with hyperactivity on another.
Had a dinner of seafood gumbo at a restaurant called Desire Oyster Bar.
yummm.... quite good! After that was another long, quiet walk
back to the hostel and then shower and crash.....
Did I mention that N'Orleans was HOT? it wasn't only HOT, but it was
HUMID as well. boy... the humidity was sooo thick, i could barely
breathe at times. phewww.. and whatever liquid you consume would
automatically be dispensed as sweat. I didn't have to go to the
bathroom for the entire day because what i drank i lost as
sweat... 0_0
And I thought Longview was bad...
I'll continue later... have to get back to work
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This took a while to finish.. I know.
Anyway, we walked a whole lot in Nawlins. French quarter, Garden
District...etc. The city was pretty much infested with people,
especially on Canal Street and Bourbon Street.
But it was good. Those Creole pralines were sooooo gooood... yum.
But I'd think twice before stepping foot into Nawlins in July, if I were you.
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| to start off, those bugs have been REALLY bugging me. The bites that I
got like 2 weeks ago are still itching .. ughh.. >_<
and now i have red 5 cents and 10 cents spots all over my legs...
eeeeekkkksss.... those were the days when i used to battle those
darn mosquitoes. My dad would come into our rooms every night and spray
that yucky stuff here, there and everywhere. And then light that
stinkin' mosquito coil at the door of our rooms. But seriously.. who
are we kidding huh? Those darn things will still come after your blood
despite all that spraying and coiling. Absolutely ridiculous..
No, I'm not writing an entire post on those stooopid bugs.
Just making a point, that's all. So there.. point made. End of subject.
A few of us will be driving down to New Orleans this weekend. We're
actually about 6 to 8 hours away from there. Pretty near huh? well..
after you've driven 17 hours from Pitts to Minneapolis, 8 hours is
nothing... heh.
But it'll be good.. a jazz and music city.. just what i need. :)
Time here has been passing by quite fast, after getting all settled
down and grooved into the routine of waking up at ungodly hours and
sleeping at ungodly hours. i.e. non-CMU hours, which is way, way early.
hehe..
Speaking of ungodly hours.. it's exactly what it is now..
So off I go to bed...
goodnite world (and bugs =P )
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| i was browsing through some xanga sites and i found something that that particular xanga site owner had found from somewhere.
It's called: "Why do people leave?"
That's the question. And I have no answer. I have been really, really
struggling with that. If I get attached to someone, it's like a
nightmare if that person has to leave, go on somewhere else, get on
with life, etc. And being in a foreign country doesn't make it all
better either. You meet people, you get to know people, you share lives
with people, you get attached to people, and then...suddenly, it's time
to go. And you'll be like.. "You just got here!! and now you're
leaving????" I feel as though a part of my life is now going to
be taken away. And you know, it's kinda hard to function without one
hand or leg, or just half a lung. But I guess it's just the way it is.
You can't have everyone with you forever, but when they are with you,
you love them and cherish them, and when they do leave, you pray that
they would be under God's protecting hand, and maybe....
maybe... they will still remember you and think of you sometimes,
like the way you think of them and remember them always. I am still
learning this lesson. And it's a hard lesson to learn.... there's a
kind of wierd feeling that lingers after they're gone. For me,
that feeling lingers for a really, really long time. I try my very best
to get rid of it, but it will take me a while to be able to. To survive
this period of time, I usually have to go to drastic measures like
telling myself that I don't care whether they remember me or not, it's
not that important, they probably don't care too, and the heck with it.
I don't know how else to deal with it... pray of course...
but sigh...
Anyway, here it is. Maybe we'll find the answer to that question in here:
**** Why do people leave? ****
He gazed at me for a moment, a soft smile turning the corners of His
mouth as He shook His head and fought not to chuckle. I knew that the
question I had was one He could challenge. I knew I was missing
something, as I was always missing some piece of information everyone
else was privy to but of which I was oblivious.
"My child, they don't leave. They grow, and as they grow their paths
change. Sometimes, that means their paths will branch away from us as
they continue to grow. Just because they are no longer in our lives,
does not mean that they have left us. Many times they mourn the
separation paths, just as we do. Except for you," it was here that He
smiled again, His eyes twinkling with mirth.
He reached out and touched my cheek momentarily, His smile softening.
"Little one, listen to me. Your fears are unfounded. No one would
leave you by their own choice, but sometimes our lives are not in our
control. We all follow paths that entwine with others, that lead us in
many directions and through many obstacles."
I nodded absently, my mind still repeating the thoughts I had had
before. Grasping my chin in His hand, He forced me to look at Him.
"Little one, have you ever thought that maybe it is not them who leave. That maybe it is you?"
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I don't know what to think anymore. I'm just confused. You know, the
bad thing about humans is that we need so much affirmation and
confirmation that yes, people still do love us.. and yes, you are
not forgotten... and yes, though some things might change, some other
things don't.
So to all my friends out there... here's my affirmation to you:
I love you and I will be there for you, be it in person, or in spirit
and prayer, always. Although I am human and might be unreliable at
times, but trust that my friendship is forever, till the One that forms
our paths paints a dead end on it.
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