At the beginning

As a an avid reader and opinionated Chinese-American women straddling the Eastern/Western cultural divide, trying to decipher my place in corporate America, and dealing with family, friends, co-workers, and classmates, I avoid keeping diaries or journals like a plague. Probably due to the traumatic childhood incidence involving my younger brother finding my fanciful thoughts in a girly diary and the subsequent outrage/carnage.

However, after graduating from college and working for a few years I feel like time has passed by exceedingly fast and excruciatingly slow at times. Yet so many events pass in a blink of an eye. Here are my perhaps irreverent efforts to remember them.