Berkeley, Here I come...

This is it,
I am leaving home tomorrow,
I think I'm ready.
Berkeley, here I come ...

Tomorrow

The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs, and the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray, and lonely,
I just stick out my chin and Grin, and Say, Oh

The sun'll come out Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always a day away!

Poem du jour

Love at First Sight
~ Wislawa Szymborska

They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before,
they're sure that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways
--perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask them if they don't remember
--a moment face to face in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear that
Chance has been toying with them now for years.

Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all
and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz...

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A love song...

遥 望
-将爱情进行到底

望见你从门前经过是有一些悲哀
于是就轻轻唱了起来
所以你我从此被爱紧紧锁起来
却又不能一生相守
这到底是谁在安排
在你我相遇的地方依然人来人往
依然有爱情在游荡
在你我相爱的地方依然有人在唱
依然还是年少无知的感伤

当你小心地在我身边静静坐下来
告诉我未来多精彩
所以你我从此被爱紧紧锁起来
却只能相互眺望
这支离交错的感伤
在你我相遇的地方依然人来人往
依然有爱情在游荡
在你我相爱的地方依然有人在唱
依然还是年少无知的感伤

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Looking From a Distance
- theme song from "Carry love through till the end"

I saw you walking past my window the other day,
It made me sad, so I started to sing.
Love binded us so tightly
yet we could never be together
I wonder, whose arrangement is that?
There are still lots of people rushing through the place where we first met,
and you can still see love floating in the air,
There are still people singing at the place where we fell in love,
they are singing the same ole song about that naive young love.

When you walked up quietly and sat next to me
talking about how exciting the future would be...
love began to lock us together so tightly,
but we could only see each other from a distance now,
and it has broken my heart...
There are still lots of people rushing through the place where we first met,
and you can still see love floating in the air,
There are still people singing at the place whrere we fell in love,
they are singing the same ole song about that naive young love.

Hooking up

I'm hooked by the recent ABC dating show Hooking up cuz it gives me flashbacks of my own online dating experiences, sigh, what a waste of time. When a man and a woman are set up in the dating scene, with the mindset that he/she is here to date/mate, even though they don't really know the person sitting across the table, they know what they are here for. Especially the first date, it can be really awkward and painful. Today, people are too busy to engage in a long and meaningful courtship, they would much prefer a quick lay, a one night stand, with no strings attached. Skip the flirting, ogling, and all other relationship phase stuff, let's cut to the chase, that's where the name "Hooking up" comes from, what a cold and pitiful name.

Racism

As a chinese immigrant, I live with racism everyday. As a matter of fact, it is the first gift I received from America as I landed at the LAX for the first time. "So, tell me, why are you Chinese all coming to America?" the custom officer asked me in a condescending way without even looking at me. I forgot how I answered him, and he didn't even bother to listen, after all, it was rather an insult than a question. Time flies, four years have been passed since that day, yet that comment still hurts. I remember one time, I dated a guy who was born and raised here in America, he asked me a question that really got my tongue tied. He asked "why did you come here, leaving all your family and friends in China behind? why?" yeah, why? I guess that is something the lucky and blessed Americans will never be able to fanthom. and it's not like I never stuggled with that question. I love my country, and I didn't leave her behind. I love my family and friends, and nothing will tear us apart. I am here because I want a better life, I am here to fulfill a dream that might not be realised in my own country, and I am here to learn skills so I could go back to build a stronger China, is that too much to comprehend? You can give me cold shoulders when I need help, you can ignore me when I ask you a question, and you can put your smile away when you see me after sending a white customer away, but, let me tell you, you can never take my dignity, my pride, and my love for my own identity away, the only things you take away are your own conscience and humanity.

Mean girl

I am mean, meaner as I age. don't know why? I used to be this really sweet and nice person. but now, I often find myself having a hard time tolerating people I don't like. and I got angry, always want to confront people, give them a lil' attitude of mine. you can ask my roommate, he must think I am a b*tch, well, I guess he deserves that. anyho, the point is, I don't want to be mean, I don't want to be angry , and I don't want to feel guilty after I treated somebody badly, it's getting a little old. Sometimes we got angry before we know the whole story. why did this person do such despicable things? because they are born evils, or are there any extenuating circumstances? my roommate kept smoking in the room despite my numerous warnings, why? cuz he is a jerk? OR, maybe he's tired from his night shift at the restaurant, but that didn't cross my mind when I banged on his door and scolded him with a cold face. There is a quote, says "resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong, because sometime in your life you will have been all of these." How true!

Poem du jour

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Lesson
--by Steve Straight, from The Water Carrier.

Standing by the side of the road in Jenner, California,
hitchhiking. At least that is the idea.
So few cars pass that one may not stop today.
It's sunny. Goats dispersed across the hillside behind me
chew their way up the green hill gradually, attentive.
The sea breeze carries phrases of seagull chatter from below a cliff.
In my pack are clothes, water,oranges, three loaves of sourdough, peanuts, cheese.
Hung below the pack, a tent. I peel an orange,tucking the continents of rind into a loose pocket. Drops of juice fall onto the sand and on my boots.
A bee lands on the lip of a yellow blossom and walks inside it.
It emerges, dusted with pollen, drunk, surprised by the generosity of light.

LA Chinatown

As a Chinese, having been living in LA for four plus years, this is my first time to visit THE Chinatown. After gobbling down the dim sums, we took a stroll around, snapped some pictures, this is one of them.

Counting down...

I am off to school in 19 days. Though this is not the first time I leave home, still I feel like a baby bird, flapping my wings clumsily, anxious to fly to see the world, but too chicken to make the jump. Part of me want to break away from my parent's overprotectiveness, while the other part of me want to cling to my nest forever. There have been a lot of cuddling, kissing, and crying in the house lately. Brand new suitcases sitting in the corner, clothes, books and personal stuff are waiting to be packed, but I procrastinate intentionally. cuz I tell myself, it's okay to act like a baby now, enjoy the very last few days of your babyhood, cuz once you step out of that door, you are a grown-up, you have to be independent, strong, and responsible for your own decisions. When you fall, you gotta wipe out your own blood and tears and get right up. Your life will never be the same and you will never be able to go back to what you have right now. Berkeley website is counting down the days to the move-in day, to me, I am counting down the days to the start of my new life, an exciting journey and adventure, as I envision what the future might bring, career, love, friendship, new family... ... ... 19, 18, 17, ... ... ... ...