Nostalgia always comes at night. esp when there is no longer someone sleeping meters away from you flipping and making random sound. This aint any intellectual reflection im gonna write, just that the uneaseness in me is keeping me away from bed, as how you may feel after a 12-hours flight. it goes like this: i may not love lpc as much as i love spcc, afterall there has to be a difference between a 1-year experience and a 5-year one. yet the depression i have now is way stronger than what i have expected.
this community is so special that no one outside of the college would probably understand. It is the differences in values that create all the clashes and sparks and make the whole thing unique. if you simply look at our photos with all the smiling faces and energetic looks, it is hard to imagine the stress within. old friends may find us different after this 9 months, you may wonder how much alteration a person would have over such a short period of time. but now i could efficiently produce a thousand-word lab report while a year ago i was still stuck in writing a 250 words english composition within 1.5 hour. The change is obvious, it isnt solely about IB or so so, but largley because of the people around. In lpc we have too many great/cool people who both know how to dress and how to study. everyone in here are special in their own way. after my year in this little society im able to tell my values and preference more clearly. this has been something i prefer to keep to myself, as i believe we are all always too busy to open our hearts to listen to each other fully, and your true friends will be thoughtful enough and wont need you to explain much. now i am able to tell which kind of people i'd feel comfortable to befriend with. now i realize some people are only meant to be hi and bye friends, while some are always ready to forgive and accept you as the way you are, our thought and deeds as an individual person. and now, curling in my old worn-out chair listening to Frou Frou, i regret not trying hard enough to do something for my 2nd year roomie whom i love so much in her last highschool days I won't forget the talks on the roof and midnight walks along the never-ending road with different people that i like, fooling around with charlie the dog and shu tao the cat I won't forget all the post-its i got from my friends and the amazing warmth you could get out of a little piece of paper I won't forget how we jumped into the pool at 1am and how we ran away madly, freaking out to get caught and dripping all the way to block 4 the furthest room of all I won't forget how selfish i was at my last night in lpc, when i wanted to sleep with all 3 of my friends (literally sleep), yet ended up staying in one bed for the whole night as i was too lazy to move.. the list could go on and on...... and now it is almost 3. i cant help it, blame the lpc jet-lag. | 
