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Yes, after continually second-guessing myself on Jeanne's friend quiz (I'm sure she did Youji and Lilith at AX 2000, but did she do anything before? eh, I'll but Halloween), I decided to forget about Africa and make my own friend test. It's disgustingly easy, and most of them have half-credit answers. So yeah. But I think I failed it when my comp crashed... erk.

On the subject of tests, I passed the written portion of the driving test, I'm getting used to acupuncture, and I think I failed the math final due to stupid mistakes. That's all right. It's over with. Tomorrow is Comp Sci, and Thurs. is Chem. ::feels spoiled::

heehee, my parents are so funny. "If the Chinese medicine and acupuncture don't work, we'll have to try some alternative medicine with those wacky unreliable American doctors". But really, the Chinese docs are so cool! I get there at 1:00 and five minutes later I'm getting my back rubbed acupressure-massaged. No waiting, no weighting, no stripping down and dressing in ugly blue gowns.

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I now officially have a middle name. Actually, I have many names.

My Social Security card says: Su-Shu Xia
My Passport says: Sushu Xia (yay!)
My proof of alien card says: Su S Xia
And my psuedo Driver's License says: Sushu S Xia.

So How many Sushus are there? Two!
Hmm... wonder what my middle name is.... it begins with an S... ^^;;

Wisdom of the ages...

I remember feeling very confident and self-assertive when I was in fourth grade. I felt like I was my own person, with my own ambitions, and that my parents sometimes didn't understand them. Yet now when I look at my brother fumbling through his fourth grade years, I marvel at how immature he seems. That of course leads to the question, "Was I like that back then?" And the answer is always, "Yes." I felt no different then than how I feel now. Yet I had matured so much since that tender age of nine. (Yes, matured, just a little.) The plausible conclusion to this train of thought is of course, "Will I look back four, seven, ten years from now and shake my head at my own naivety? Regret the time wasted in pointless pursuits?" Yes. I will. But I also know that I will enjoy all of these mistakes, and perhaps look back not with regret, but with the tolerance and not just a little nostalgia of an adult toward a child.

On the other hand, I want to be like my mom, who has been through so much and is still a teenager at heart.

Of course, this leads to this famous Confucian quote:



Sushu's crappy translation:
"When I was fifteen I had taken learning as my ambition. At thirty I knew what I stood for, at forty I was no longer confused. At fifty I had found the meaning of life, and at sixty I was no longer troubled by any words. And at seventy, I could do whatever my heart desires without violating any natural laws."

The real translation:
"At fifteen I began to be seriously interested in study. At thirty I had formed my character. At forty I had no more perplexities. At fifty I knew the will of heaven. At sixty nothing that I heard disturbed me. At seventy I could let my thought wander without trespassing the moral law."


Confucious himself found his ambition at fifteen and was truly able to answer to himself at thirty. It'll probably take me longer than that, for I don't even know what my ambition yet.