TIME OF MY LIFE

1997

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(21) 1997

Albert Einstein says: "The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don't know."

While I share his sentiment, I've also discovered that in order for me to learn anything, I need to see it, touch it and experience it, otherwise I can never fully comprehend it.

Cynical? I don't think I am, because I have no doubt that everyone is born good and will act kindly, selflessly and fairly when given the chance.

I just don't like to be told how something is supposed to be. Everything we're exposed to is just one tiny piece of a greater puzzle, one side of a greater story, and I want to make my own final call on what it's supposed to mean to me. 

Maybe that's why I chose to study journalism -- to discover the "truth" as I see it, and tell it through my own narrative.

Maybe that's also why I find study stifling, because I'm fed "knowledge" established by other people who -- as intelligent and successful as they may be -- are simply, not me.


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1996

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(20) 1996


They say history repeats itself.

Innovation and progress, I applaud. But when it comes to events that make one doubt the true nature of humanity, I wish they would just vanish into thin air and never resurrect.

Such as in the case of the "one-drop rule".

Not so long ago, in America, some people were legally less equal than others. 

Babies, since the moment they entered the world, were stitched into the fabric of society according to the color of their skin.

Born white -- the freedom and liberty promised in the Constitution were yours to claim.

Born black -- you'd lead a life of servitude until the day you die. 

There was no gray area in between.

Because the "one-drop rule" made sure that anyone with known trace of black ancestry -- whether it was 1/8 or 1/32 -- would be classified as black and thus treated accordingly.

What troubles me now is that we don't seem to have learned from history's mistakes.

Such form of racial categorization was outlawed in the 1960s, but today it is still deeply ingrained in people's psyche -- on all sides of the color line.


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1995

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(19) 1995

Life is not always fair, is it?

There are so many people who work hard for their dreams and deserve a break, so why does luck always favor me?

Today is a big day. I'm finally starting training for a job that I've been wanting since coming to the U.S. -- to work at a fast food restaurant.

I may be wearing the ugliest rubber sole shoes right now, but they're designed to keep me safe on the slippery floor of McDonald's busy kitchen, so they will stay.

I have half an hour to kill before my appointment, so I decide to get familiarized with the layout of my new workspace.

Kitchen...
Drive thru...
Santa Claus?

A pair of gray eyes are smiling at me. A step backward reveals an elderly gentleman with pink chubby cheeks and snowy white hair - Einstein style but with soft loose curls.

What a happy man he is. Bubbly, talkative, and kind too... few would offer to share his Big Mac meal with a complete stranger.

Several french fries later, I swap one dream job for another. My new friend is looking for a part-time assistant for his office, and he offers the job to me right there and then.

So throughout college, the Equal Employment Opportunity office is my second home, where I work alongside and learn from the most upstanding and compassionate Director -- i.e. Mr. Santa.


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1994

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(18) 1994


When I quit piano, I said I would never touch classical music ever again.

Now, I am eating my own words.

Counting the beats in my head, I glue one eye on the music sheet and another on the conductor, waiting for my cue. This is my first All-State concert, and I'm not exactly sure how I should act as the first chair.

I straighten my back and take a deep breath. I am the First chair of Third Violin, a section of the All-State orchestra comprising top high school musicians from across West Virginia.

Sitting among these talented players, I feel like a lottery winner. Who would've thought six months ago, when I touched these strings for the first time, that I would make it this far?

Certainly not my family. They became proud owners of earplugs when I declared that I would learn to play the violin -- an instrument of my own choosing, prompted by my own initiative, to create music with my own two hands.

Yet the irony is not lost on me. This fervent desire to be independent from parental influence has led me right back to where it all began - classical music - our childhood bedtime melody.


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1993

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(17) 1993


From a distance, I can see a feathery projectile traveling towards me at high speed.

Like a rocket that fails after launch, it's hopelessly making its way back to earth, waving goodbye to the sun, the clouds, the birds, the trees, before crash landing on the smooth tarmac that is my forehead.

Laughter erupts.

"How can you not see that coming!"

Little sister squeals as she runs after the shuttlecock that's now bouncing downhill, grateful to be intact and running for its life through the maze of the forest.

"Money wasted," Dad sighs from across the road.

Sarcasm -- not a strong point but a favorite of his -- can't conceal the joy in those deep crescent eyes, framed front and center behind his dark rimmed glasses.

I twirl towards him with head held high, scanning my surrounding like a color printer's cartridge, skating back and forth as my eyes absorb the shades of life.

"Let's do it again," I plead to my four-eyed parents.

"Let's see how good these contact lenses really are." 


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1992

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(16) 1992

The yellow school bus is like real life. It takes you from one destination to another, and gives you no control over who can get on or off.

Because everybody has a bus pass. There's just no guarantee for a smooth ride. "Stop! Stop it! Stop calling me that!!!" A fragile figure stumbles away from the bus, her long black hair flapping in the wind, obscuring her doll-like face as she flees from her tormentors.

In wobbly steps, she rushes downhill for the university student housing complex. The farther away she runs from the bus, the louder the chanting becomes.

"Chink chink chink! Going back to Chinatown!" The same group of boys who were flirting with her just minutes ago, are now leaning out of the bus window and showering her with the ugliest of all words. 

She looks back once more. Her gentle features smeared by a sea of black tears. Her heart-shaped face stretched like an overinflated Valentines balloon about to burst.

Sweet little M -- the best English speaker and the most "Americanized" among us foreign students -- lives on the opposite side of the complex from me. 

My stop is next.

"Don't worry!" B cozies up next to me in the seat and winks.

"You're Taiwanese, you're not a commie."

I understand everything that's been said, and now I'm more confused than ever. 

Chinese are not the only ones on the receiving end of insults. I've seen a new student from Egypt having to defend her ethnicity time and time again, just because she wouldn't choose between being black or white. 

The line of division doesn't stop there. It swirls around indiscriminately, wiggling its way through racial, social and geographical diversity. 

On the yellow school bus, it's always the same people who release the arrow.

They think they're so different, but they all look one and the same to my untrained eye. 


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1991

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(15) 1991

My vision is blurry. I can't make out anything but the triangle in the corner of the room, covered in twinkly, rainbow-color lights.

This is our second Christmas in the U.S., and we feel very much American.

My life as a 9th grader doesn't deviate much from the norm. The day starts on the yellow school bus, with friendly faces and lively conversations.

In Taiwan, I excelled in Chinese literature and nothing else. Here, I'm placed in the advanced math and science classes by default, but I love English the most. The American curriculum teaches you just that -- the American classics -- illuminating the culture and history of the place I now call home.

I get sweaty palms whenever I'm called upon to read passages aloud in class. It's not reading, really, but more like a pronunciation exercise that my teacher drags me through, with the whole class as my witness.

I don't think anyone in my jr. high has ever called the heroine Penelope in the same breath as 'cantaloupe', but that hasn't stopped the teacher from selecting me day after day, or someone in the classroom whispering the correct pronunciation into my back.

My favorite time is lunch. I love the all-American dishes whipped out by our cafeteria, and I get to sit with my friends and exchange funny stories.

My meal at school is free, as my family's earning falls in the low-income bracket, and there are many kids like me. West Virginia is the second poorest state in the U.S., but you would never guess that by looking at our school, or our students.

The comfort and joy extend into our home. We have the best apartment, on a cul-de-sac facing nothing but a grassy hill. It's like having your own private backyard which you don't need to mow, or sledding field where you get to make the first mark in the fresh snow.

Dad likes to say that "enough" is all we need to be happy. When it comes to the things that money can buy, the only one he and mom promise us is our college education, for which they will pay for in full.

Then, every so often, we'll find at our bedside something we wish for, and that is more than enough.


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1990


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(14) 1990

America smells like chestnuts and dry maple leaves.

From the side of the walking trail, I gently pick up another three-lobed leave and add it to the bunch already in my hand. This one is in the color of warm golden sun, and will look gleeful against the cranberry red and pumpkin orange in my curation of pressed plants.

Trailing behind is my little Snow White, waltzing in the forest with arms extended, stretching out her sweatshirt which is struggling to hold the weight of so many shining, pebble-like chestnuts.

Knock knock! The door opens.

Now, America smells like apple pie and hot chocolate.

We quickly lay our acquisitions on the kitchen table and move into the living room, where dad is currently high-fiving the ceiling and mom clutching her hands to her chest.

On TV, an elegant dancer moves in slow-motion across the screen, walking on air with his tongue sticking out and effortlessly dropping the ball into the high basket.

2️⃣3️⃣  -- Air Jordan, who makes the impossible possible -- is the one figure our whole family worships.

This is our America. We have no Micky Mouse, no Statue of Liberty, just lots of nice people, lush trees, and countless TV channels showing things about this gigantic country. 

You may not know anything about our America, but I bet you've heard of it. 

🎵  🎶  Country roads, take me home... To the place I belong... West Virginia, mountain momma...
Take me home, country roads. 🎶  🎵


#ForeverWestVirginia 


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1989

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(13) 1989


"Say it after me. Eye Leen -- eye like 'love' (愛), leen like 'other' (另) -- Eileen." 

A young blond looks eagerly into my eyes as I try to follow his broken Mandarin.

"Eye Leen.... My name is Eileen," I stare back at him, sensing his pride growing with each word that comes out of my mouth.

I'm not sure where mom found this Irish-American guy, but he has just named me for life.

For a new life -- in America. 

For dad, it's a dream come true to be pursuing a post-graduate degree in the U.S.A.

For mom, it's to forfeit a successful career for an uncertain future.

For my sister and I, it's Disneyland, Santa Claus, and schools with less exams and more fun.

In six months' time, we will be saying goodbye to everything that we've ever known.

In six months' time, I will be proudly telling my new friends across the pond, in perfect English:

"My name is Eileen, and I'm from Taiwan." 


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1988

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(12) 1988


The lock on the door turns, and I dash back to my bench and return to a state of repentance.

"Leeeeeen! Why aren't you with us in the office?"

Like thunder, Ms.Chou's voice lights up the windowless school supply room and my face.

"Come to the office now. I brought your favorite fruits so you better get some before they are gone." She gestures for me to hurry, before adding as an afterthought: "Your mom says you can leave."

At the teacher's lounge, a mini spread of fresh tropical fruits covers the table, but there's no one in here except my little sister, who is currently is working through a guava the size of her head.

Ms. Chou, a.k.a. our "Dry Mom", may be the only teacher at school who speaks with a distinct Mainland accent, having been a military wife and fled China with the KMT years ago.

Straight-talking, optimistic and sometimes overly generous in both kindness and money - she is very popular amongst her peers, even though "mainlanders" aren't exactly looked upon kindly by the native population.

She doesn't talk much about her life before Taiwan, or the family that she left behind -- all of it. Cross-strait communications were heavily monitored under martial law, so until last year (that's for nearly 40 years!) she had no proper contact with her parents, her sisters, or any of her relatives living in the communist state.

Maybe that's why she loves us, because we love her back in equal measures. Not for the fancy candies, not for the quirky gifts, but for her kind heart and who she is to us - our godmother, our protector, our lucky star. 


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1987

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(11) 1987

 

So this is what the world looks like when you can fly. 

Glassy sky above, turquoise sea below, I release my hands from the parasail ropes and stretch my limbs into a giant X. Every inch of my bare skin should get a chance to taste the coveted Pattaya sun.

This is my first-ever trip abroad, and my mind is on overdrive.

Each moment, I observe like a bird in the sky. I may not understand what I see, but I remember how I feel.

My eyes, working tirelessly to differentiate between the various shades of people, as I try to figure out where they come from, like the two tourists who want a picture taken with the "happiest little girls" at the Grand Palace.

We assume they're Indian or Arab because they kind of resemble Aladdin, and they probably think we are Thai because we're wearing traditional sundresses and pigtails. 

This snapshot -- two wide-eyed sisters grinning in awe, flanked by two smiling young men of unknown origins, all being watched over by two mystical giant guardians -- becomes the cover photo of our Southeast Asia tour. 

A most fascinating picture made up of confusion, curiosity, and so much trust.


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1986

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(10) 1986

"Why do people smoke, when it does them nothing but harm?" 

I kick the ground once more to push the swing higher, so I can get a better view of the man standing on the opposite side of the playground. 

One. Two. Three fluffy rings of smoke wiggle out of the pouty lips of Mr. Wu, aiming for the sky but dissipating before they can even reach the next floor of classrooms.

"What does it taste like?" Startled by my sudden presence, Mr. Wu fumbles his cigarette and falls back to earth.

"It's bitter, boring, and very bad for you," he smiles and pushes out a few tiny smoke rings as if to prove his point. 

Then he holds out his cigarette and asks if I want to give it a try.

As I struggle to choose between life and death, the cigarette is already at my lips, then it's all over.

My curiosity about tobacco has met a sudden death, delivered by a kind-hearted (and probably black-lunged) history teacher.

Cigarettes and I never met again.


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1985


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(9) 1985


Our favorite song has never sounded so bad.

Leaning against the front seats in our family car, little sister and I are singing enthusiastically into mom and dad's ears, totally butchering "The Jasmine", a popular folk song for which we only know the first four lines. 

We are on a road trip!

The euphoria begins on the day before during preparation, when we go to the shop and pick out unhealthy snacks that we're normally not allowed to touch.

Then to the drive itself, when we get to eat the snacks, listen to stories from dad's travels and mom's childhood, and take naps in the backseat head-to-feet, p-to-d style with legs fully stretched.

And finally to the destination, when we explore more stunning sceneries and history of our pretty little island.

Sometimes we go camping and cook food in the same way as the cavemen, and wash ourselves in the freezing river stream while watching little fish and other creatures swim past our feet.

One itchy annoyance is the mosquitoes, who are ever-present in the height of summer and always leave our legs looking like red bean popsicles.

Our road trips, always with the four of us, and always memorable.


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1984

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(8) 1984

My bedroom door is quietly pushed ajar. I know who's coming in, but I pretend to be fast asleep.

She tiptoes across the room and stops at the foot of the bed. In a feather-like motion, she pulls down my pants and stares at my bare bottom for a while.

I know what'll happen next, and my resentment is ebbing to make way for a sense of remorse.

Mom runs her fingers over the surface of my butt, searching for any sign of angry ridges. With a sigh of relief, she gently plants a kiss on every spot that her ruler had touched earlier that evening.

I can't see her face, but I can feel her emotions - a mixed bag of hurt and guilt just like the one I carry. She lathers a layer of cooling ointment on my skin before leaving the room, and I flip onto my back and let out the breath I have been holding.

Poor mom. It must be so difficult to be both my mother and my teacher. Because how can a teacher ask her pupils to strive for perfection, when her own daughter can't even achieve it?

Although I do try very, very hard.

To be honest, my butt doesn't really hurt. Mom would only ever whip the bottom and nowhere else on the body, because she believes the thick flesh would serve as a barrier between the ruler and the pain. 

Whipping - it's what a good parent is ought to do. 

Kissing - I guess it's what a loving parent wants to do. 


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1983

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(7) 1983

We've got a new house, and it looks like a palace.

The New Garden City is a trendy development that draws inspiration from European architecture, boasting western-style, open-plan townhouse living and a private garage to keep your beloved car safe from the scorching sun.

Our car isn't so lucky, however, as we've transformed our parking space into a little garden - my family's oasis in this concrete jungle. 

Mom and dad never regret moving to the city, but they do miss the lushness of their hometown, where the only things obstructing the horizon are trees and cattle.

The desire to reconnect with nature drove them to purchase this house, for the flood of light that streams into every room from sunrise to sunset, and for the balconies from which we can admire the twinkly stars. 

How I look forward to every Mid-Autumn Festival, when we all gather on the balcony to honour the full moon, eat pomelos and mooncakes, and share the legend of Chang'e and other folklore heroes surrounded by a blanket of love.

Union and reunion - that's what this house is for me. 


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1982

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(6) 1982

"Just one more chapter, and I'll be down for dinner!"

I yell towards the stairwell as I sink deeper into the balcony seat, burying my face in the novel that came into my possession just this morning.

Scanning the lines greedily, I can feel so many questions spinning out of my little head.

Are there really places where the sky holds more colors than what my eyes can see?

Are there really homes with secret doors that lead to the end of earth where differences are celebrated and the underdogs always win?

Are there really people who weigh your success by the gold you possess in your heart, instead of the grades you score?

I carefully place the new novel back on the shelf and proudly examine my growing book collection, all from mom and dad as rewards for whenever I make them proud.

First place in the junior piano competition would've gotten me a boxset instead of a single copy, but that's ok. There's always next time, and there's always mom and dad's library. 


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1981

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(5) 1981

What has happened to my little sister?

In front of me stands a lollipop head, a miniature mirror image of me in every way but one -- she is wearing a big, fluffy wig. 

Just like the one on the head of that famous American pop star named Michael. 

She looks up as I enter the salon. Flashing a wide smile below swollen eyes, she skips over to me and holds out the lollipop she just got from the hairdresser. 

Look! It is a gift for having been a brave girl during the perming process, she tells me.

You can have a lick too, she adds generously.

Some of my friends say they don't like hanging out with their siblings, but I can never understand why. 

Ever since she can walk, the three of us have been inseparable and doing everything together -- with her security blanket as the mandatory third wheel. 

My sister is like a cartoon character coming to life, with a voice so high that can break glass, with a mouth so sweet that can melt hearts, with tear glands so active that can reverse a drought, and with creativity so abundant that makes mom and dad's rules feel like casual advice than ironclad regulations. 

"Do you want to taste it?" She asks me again, wiping off a long streak of snivel dangling down one nostril with her bodyguard blanket.

I hold out my hand for her to grab.

"Let's go scare dad with your new hair." 


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1980

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(4) 1980

Mom is feeling unwell.

Her normally perky face is looking pale and sweaty, making the lines in between her eyebrows appear particularly deep and uncomfortable.

It's noon and we have nothing to eat. She asks us to look after ourselves and let her rest, but who's going to look after her?

With baby sister by my side, we draw up the perfect plan. I will be the chef and make lunch, and sis will be the nurse and go lie next to mom so she is not alone.

A few clock strikes later, we present to our patient the most delicious meal on earth: fluffy plain rice. 

One tearful look at our offering, mom is cured. 


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1979

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(3) 1979


The world order is always changing. Every shift creates new winners. Every shakeup leaves some unfortunate souls behind.

This time, my motherland has lost her best friend.

Tear off a page on the calendar, overnight Taiwan goes from a trusted ally to a bastard that the U.S. finds excuses to avoid, eagerly wiping away any residue of association with this former blood sister who has now been proclaimed illegitimate... internationally, conveniently... to make room for a bigger pie.

Taiwan, officially known as the Republic of China, is now unofficial. 

While the world may start to look at us through darker shades, on this island a quarter the size of England, nothing much has changed.

Our passport covers still display Republic of *China*. Our official language is still Mandarin *Chinese*. And the villainous act of one U.S. president - that's you, Mr. Nixon - will never tarnish the unbreakable bond between us and our true friends -- the American people.

Welcome to my first lesson in "The Art of Propaganda and Hypocrisy".


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1978

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(2) 1978


Grandma has the most wonderful roof garden in the whole wide world.

Her house is one of the tallest buildings in town. From the roof terrace on the third floor, we get a panoramic view of our gorgeous Kaisai (關西), which shares the same name as the city in Japan.

At sunset, grandma likes to bring me up to the roof garden and watch the sun go down. As the orange sky veils itself into dusk, she would whisper into my ear the most beautiful lullaby. 

「桃太郎さん桃太郎さん
お腰につけた黍団子
一つわたしに下さいな」

Momotaro, the famous Japanese children's song, is my favorite melody from her collection, which grandma acquired during her school years under the Japanese occupation.

For 50 years, from 1895-1945, Taiwan belonged to Japan, and it is now that one recognizes the prolonged impact of one's upbringing.

I have never seen grandma in a state of unkemptness. She never goes out in public without a light layer of face powder and rouge. 

"You're showing respect to all those you encounter by putting your best face forward," she tells me. "And a clean environment is everyone's responsibility, so don't ever be afraid to get your hands dirty." 

As I doze off into oblivion, with grandma's kind, porcelain-like face beaming over mine, I am the happiest child in the whole wide world. 


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