Cool! Someone actually got to my scribble when he did a search at google.com for cs61b and hilfiger. I have made my presence on the Internet! Life is good.

And sometimes life isn't.

Today was Tram's end-of-the-year party. Perhaps I was being overly melodramatic but I built a drama. The conflict with Xing. I have the tendency to see things as ludicrous. "Life is meaningless" as Meursault said in Albert Camus' The Stranger. Everything can truly be a joke. And yet, it was melodramatic. I really don't know how to be sincere anymore.
I did a great entrance with a surging apology, almost seemingly exaggerated...meant to create laughs. Then Xing pulled me aside and started speaking her mind. I explained my side, but suddenly my voice choked. The words came out in quick, short gasps. "I...I...never...meant...to...hurt...you!!!" I wailed.
Then tears rolled down my cheeks. In traditional society, tears symbolize mourning and pain. Xing saw them as that. I personally don't know what my tears meant. With great flourish, I whipped my head to the side and cried my troubles to the sky. Now that I think about it...this reminds me of the seventh grade incident where I ran to the other side of the building when I was being taunted. There I sat with Xing. Suddenly, my hands started shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't hold my drink any longer. I sobbed...and sobbed.
Then my sister got me cheesecake.

Then I went home.