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Thursday, October 28, 2004

Conflict is my favorite mistake

People say you can not predict one's success by what he will do, but what he has been doing. Tell me what you eat and I will tell who you are. They all tell same story. Then again, who am I?Everything about me is the combination of two extremes. A month ago, our group went out playing dark glowing mini golf while guys play agaist girls. While everyone else either sucked or kicked ass, I blew out a record of 2 strikes, 6 strikes, 2 strikes, 6 strikes, went on and on like stock market. I wonder whether that has something to do with the blood type, or astrology? I nearly failed college entrance test and survived a most uncompetitive college by weakly beating the margin, but I also scored number 1 in the freshman class to represent her in national mathematics competition. In those days HongKong returned to China, I took biggest airplane in the world taking off from Shanghai to Los Angelas, ended up landing in bug-occupied Lubbock, Texas in a 10 guests propeller, only to find out Subway is not really a subway. If 7 years ago, I didn't understand a "how are you doing" from Northwest's steward, today many people mistaken me as US born and grown up. Yes, I finished another most uncompetitive college in the middle of New Mexico desert, I also graduated from Stanford, paid by her as well. I studied all my life engineering and mathematics, but my raw talent is merely to be me on the big stage of life. I am overall pretty shy, almost never approach girls, but people again mistaken me as male pro club dancer when they see me dancing, I heard over and over from girls that I am one of the best dancer they have been with. Deep down, I don't have any formal dancing training. I am naturally competent on majority sports and brain tweaking, but I could not stand academia. I wonder what my talent is? With such a conflicting soul, I am searching for my meaning. What can I predict? People, do you have similar feeling, sometime?

Live today

Alas, Autumn! I finally sent out my first e-Vite to friends for the coming weekend get together. The temperature is falling, the color is orange, I asked my friends to bring their friends, dates, significant others, and feel free to be scary, horrible and, of course sexy, this is holloween. Don't know for how long, I have become so used to this culture, these people, the high way, the fast food, etc., most time I don't even feel like I have been living in this country for only 7 years, is it alright if I feel it home? Is it alright I am 10000 miles away from my parents? Sometime I am lost, most time I am searching. Do I regret taking the less travelled road? No! Have I lived? I do not know. If windsurfing addicts me, I wonder if it's the speed, the rthym, or sheer joy of crashing into the mighty ocean draws me? I remembered New Mexico, the desert, the tiny town, and nameless school, I lived Palo Alto, the ocean, the palm tree, and the magnificant Stanford. I am still asking: Have I lived? Read on, my friends, this is a journey of 7 years, of a boy and of a man...