Always a bigger fish.

Here I am thinking my six car pile up on I-5 last weekend was pretty serious, despite no injuries thankfully. Then there's a 100 car pile up in Michigan. OH MY CRAP. Perspective. Perspective.

A journey of a thousand miles... seems pretty damn silly in the beginning and in retrospect :)

I've been asked many times in the last year about my love of self awareness / reflection / introspection / whatevs (words some of my friends, like Kas, who works in finance stuffs thinks that I'm the only one who says such crazy words! Hehe. :)) And I have lots to share, love to talk about it and reflect and learn through these conversations. Coming home I found the place where it all started: I was senile in middle school already. Couldn't tell one day from the other. That's how I started writing.

Here is my sexy first "journal in 6th grade, fucking GO BLUE, ya'll!:


I can't resist showing off how COOL I was decorating the inside cover:


And here it is, the point of this post, wanting to share with the world my very first, really super deep journal entry, I cannot tell you how much this thought has changed my life:

Brightest Bulb on the Tree.

SM: AP! You know, during the elections, it was so cool. On all the Chinese stations, they had my last name all the time, the third of three characters spelling O - Ba - MA. (Also actually in McCain, "Ma - Ka - Ne"). WOOHOOO!

AP: Shirley, your name is in his name in English, too.

SM: .......

I heart my daddy.

After watching "Mulan" on TV, beaming with pride, my daddy begins:

Baba: Did you learn about Chinese history in high school?
Sma: No.
Baba: Did you learn about Arab history?
Sma: No. I didn't even learn about European.
Baba: WHAT?!?!!
Sma: I think they just added it as mandatory recently.
Baba: Poor Americans. >Shaking Head<