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I had a dream the other day. Weird, as usual. I was attending someone's wedding on the beach, beautiful beach, great scenery. And then a baby dolphin washed up on the sand. It was a dirty blue color, looked like one of those life-sized toy dolphins, except this was real life. So, I spent the whole wedding trying to save the baby dolphin. I don't remember much about the outcome, but I think it died anyway.

my 4 years

One day in the far future when I sit on the porch, sip coffee, and look back at my life, I'll find that my years of studying for a degree were years wasted. Might as well make full use of it to explore the world while I can.

Ele-e-ele-vator

Had a pretty weird dream last night. I think I should start writing all my weird dreams down.

I was in a wheelchair, so apparently something happened to my walking abilities. I was with two friends and we were having fun going up and down the ramps in some building, right up to the 5th floor or so. It looked like one of Purdue's old buildings. We stopped by lecturers' offices to chat along the way. We were having the time of our lives. Then, we decided to race up; not your conventional style of racing - they decided to put me in the elevator and both of them would rush up the stairs from the third to the fifth floor and see who reaches first. So I got into the tiny elevator, which only fitted me just right. The elevator started moving and lo and behold, it was one of the scariest experiences in my life. It started jerking, but that was okay. The elevator in my dream was one of a kind - it had two strings holding it up and although the floor was metal, I could see through the elevators. Suddenly one string broke and I was in that damn elevator, right in the middle of two doors, hanging by a string that looked like it could break any time.

And like all dreams, I woke up.

What defines me?

My laziness?
The inability to persevere and complete and mission?
The fickleness?

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain

Sister Carrie

I came across a paragraph in Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser:

"People in general attach too much importance to words. They are under the illusion that talking effects great results. As a matter of fact, words are as a rule the shallowest portion of all the argument. They but dimly represent the great surging feelings and desires which lie behind. When the distraction of the tongue is removed, the heart listens."

So true.

Chinese.

I don't understand whats up with people these days. The 'racism' issue is getting more and more ridiculous these days. Pulling your eyes backwards in a slanting manner is MOCKING THE ASIANS??

Heck, everyone probably does that at some point of their lives. Even if they don't, they probably think it. Just because a famous person does it makes it a big deal?

I know some people don't like acknowledging their small eyes, but if unless you plastic-surgerize it, those eyes are going to remain on you no matter what. So DEAL WITH IT.

Along that line, would pulling your eyes wide and big or dyeing your hair blond be mocking the whites? Or would speaking broken Spanish be mocking the Spaniards?

Malaysia handles the 'racism' issue like no other. If the Malaysian government were in place of the US government instead, the immigrants would have been long told to "go back to the country where you belong" instead of being let to kick up a big fuss about what can be said and done to them and what not.

The immigrants here in US should thank their lucky stars that Americans are ultra-wary of this so called 'racism' thing, that they're probably even afraid of calling the Chinese by their surnames (especially if yours is 'Ching') because people here, IMO, are too sensitive for their own good.