To my beloved New York
Came to New York, I become as crazy as I used to be. For example, i went to the Madison Square Garden just waiting for this song.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BFU2VTpZIvZIAldagdrJkSCI3Fs75Mwf/view?usp=sharing
For example, late at night 11pm, i was still singing loud in the street like a drunk person. For example, 3am i was up writing my diary, xixi. Then right now, I am supposed to catch my nsf review deadline, but I am writing blog entry instead?
Came to New York, I often question myself “what the hell i was doing in the past few years?” —– New York is such an amazing place that wakes you up! i met many good people. Yeah, that’s the place you want to be, surrounded by those awesome people!
One time I met an old man in some music venue (where people wrote down their emails). Two days later, he sent me an email said “he has a ticket for XXX concert and his wife cannot come because of work. He asked if I can come” Everything reads fine. It is a famous Russian pianist so I plan to go. Then his email said “I am not looking for a “date” but just want to sit with somebody who also like piano” I WAS LAUGHING for about half an hour. Well, when I arrived that day and get the ticket, I noticed that the ticket is close to $200 and I never sit that close to see clearly the face of the pianist. Good that I remembered to buy his wife a gift.
Another time, I met a girl in my pilate class. Since we lived close, so we walked home together and noted each other’s contact. The second day she sent me a Wechat message. Then I noticed that her Wechat is all about flying around places for luxurious life. She looks like a hot movie star in those pictures. A recent one is that she was in LA some super rich people’s house attending the superbowl party. Wow