Power. Through.

TIL: I am a 2 with a biwing of 1 and 3

Very interesting on how fitting these enneagrams are to me:

Center: Two

Bi-wing: One Three


Whats your number?

Deserving Happiness

Its somewhat an odd statement to say that someone “deserves happiness.” What does that mean? What do you do to deserve it? What do you do you to lose your entitlement to it? It seems to me that this statement should be more of a statistical conclusion – something along the lines of “because of historical data, I can conclude that I deserve happiness.” Its simply a measurement of how many things go right when they could have gone wrong – or perhaps a statistic about a streak of events someone deems to make them happy – and then we can conclude that whether or not that person was born with the entitlement to happiness.

So with that being said, I can say with 95% certainty that I do not deserve to be happy – and I have no clue why.

Because YLOO

Sometimes the whole world forgives you.
But to grow, you must not forgive yourself.

Sometimes the whole world refuses to give you a chance.
But for hope, you must give yourself a chance.

Unknowingly, I have been giving up on myself. No more, I refuse to lose.

Not Special

What an amazing message.

Because no one is “entitled” to anything. No one “deserves” happiness. It is not something that drops into your lap, it is not something that had your name on it at birth. We must all fight – fight and struggle and claw through our experiences in life. Because, at the end of the day, the end doesn’t matter – it is the journey that defines us. The fulfilled life is a consequence of meaningful journeys, not of well-kept accomplishments.


And read… read all the time… read as a matter of principle, as a matter of self-respect. Read as a nourishing staple of life. Develop and protect a moral sensibility and demonstrate the character to apply it. Dream big. Work hard. Think for yourself. Love everything you love, everyone you love, with all your might. And do so, please, with a sense of urgency, for every tick of the clock subtracts from fewer and fewer; and as surely as there are commencements there are cessations, and you’ll be in no condition to enjoy the ceremony attendant to that eventuality no matter how delightful the afternoon.


Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you. Go to Paris to be in Paris, not to cross it off your list and congratulate yourself for being worldly. Exercise free will and creative, independent thought not for the satisfactions they will bring you, but for the good they will do others, the rest of the 6.8 billion – and those who will follow them. And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you’re not special.

Because everyone is.

10 Post-Exam To Do’s

So now that the crazy spring exam season has ended, I think its time to make some plans to make the most of the short hiatus before the next one comes.

1) Restart P90X.

Okay, no more excuses about not being able to do it because I live in an apartment and someone lives below me. I definitely want to keep this one going. Lets do this.

2) Shift my work schedule from 7AM – 4PM

This is going to be pretty difficult as I have already gotten used to late night random pointless browsing on the internet. However, getting in early and leaving early is gonna do wonders for all the things I want to accomplish in this time.

3) Join the Concord Table Tennis Club

I seriously have been wanting to do this for a whole year now. I have no idea why I haven’t yet. I need to get out there and meet new people and play ping pong. Book it.

Oh yeah, now that I have a garage, time to get a ping pong table. Woo.

4) Play more basketball

I want to join a league or something. Or maybe find a place near my house where I can play randomly at night. Or maybe figure out how I can put up a hoop in my backyard.

5) Work more

Yes, this might sound crazy, but I definitely want to work more. We’re going through new product development at work (which happens maybe 1 in every 10-20 years in an insurance company) and I definitely want to do as much as I can. Furthermore, it is fairly rare when your vision for the product’s future aligns with that of upper management – so now its time to take that support and run with it and make something great.

6) Study more frequently

Because unanticipated events = GG

7)  Get a dog

Can’t let that “huge” hill backyard go to waste!

My mom’s take on this: “Don’t get a dog! Its such a huge time commitment and so expensive! You should go to Berkeley on the weekends and get a girlfriend!” Since when did girlfriends become cheaper than dogs?

8) Read

Read books, read magazines, read the new yorker, read the economist, read self-help books, read statistics textbooks, read actuarial research papers, read whatever. I feel like I’m missing out on so much information by not getting in the habit of just reading 40-50 pages each day.

9)  Explore more

Now that I know I’m staying put for the next couple of years, time to figure out whats around me. While on the surface it seems like this is just boring old suburbia, there are actually so many things to do around here. That, coupled with convenient transportation around the bay = ADVENTURE TIME.

10) Decorate my place

Furniture, designs, yardwork, etc etc. This is going to be a long project, but I think its time to get started.

The Most Epic Draw Something

So while studying for my next actuarial exam earlier tonight, I got kinda bored and decided to mess around a bit on draw something. After a friend drew a hilarious rendition of Kobe, I decided to counter back with one of my own (re-enacted in paint):

Hmmm… bowl? Upside down cave?

Ohhhh boat! Yacht! Hmmm.. no “Y”. Sail?

Ocean? Sea? Nautical?!


Whats that purple dot? Can’t mean anything…

Magnify? What in the world is going on.

Oh. Eggplant. Makes sense.

It was even funnier watching her guess.




Yes, yes; good move, good move.







The Evolution of My Bed

So I finally moved into my new house, after much struggling for the past 2 weeks of moving, dealing with contractors, cleaning, etc. As I was assembling my bed, I just realized how fast I managed to make it. Thinking back, I vaguely recall all the times that I moved this old piece of junk…

1) I just got this bed the summer after my freshman year of college. I remember I didn’t really have much of a preference except I wanted something larger than the twin XL beds they made us sleep on in the dorms. At that time, I just moved to a place on Francisco (yeah, I bet even most Berkeley kids won’t know where that is – it was pretty far) and had IKEA ship it me. The day when i got it, it was an all out furniture build-fest. I remember this bed being particularly difficult due to the retarded design of how to affix it to the headboard. It took David, Danny and me a good 1.5 hours filled with colorful curses before we got it down. Finally, a bigger bed.

2) Sophomore year passed by like a blur and it was time to move out. I joined the SLC that year and met someone who actually lived close to me, Ran. After bumming at his place watching basketball with his roommates a couple of times, he agreed to help me move at the end of the school year. Now this was truly the most hilarious move ever. Kevin, my future roommate, decided to come help out. We got so tired of moving things up and down the stairs (I used to live on the 3rd floor) that Ran suggested we toss my foam mattress down from the 3rd floor and he would catch it. Needless to say, we threw it. He did not catch it, I don’t think he even tried. As for the bed, we decided to move it down as is, with the headboard removed. This beast scratched that staircase pretty badly, leaving black marks everywhere. Probably should’ve taken it apart.

3) After sleeping on it for 2 more years (and surviving a room change between me and Kevin), I found a job up in Vallejo and had to take it up north. Lawrence’s dad helped me move all my junk up there via van into the new house. At that time, it was pretty exciting. The house seemed big enough to actually do something in and I was gonna spend some time chilling with Lawrence while doing some actuarial work. Didn’t quite work out though as Lawrence decided to continue bumming around Berkeley (LOL) and I moved into the house in the back. I did manage to get some actuarial work experience, but it was in pension. Dark, dark days.

4) Then, due to a miraculous twist of luck, I got a job offer from AAA (they called me about applying one random morning at 9AM – I’m pretty sure I ended that conversation with “good night”). So lo and behold, I borrowed my boss’s minivan and moved my bed and other larger stuff down to Walnut Creek. This move took me 5 trips with my small camry, but it was pretty relaxing figuring I didn’t try to do everything at once. Life was getting better!

5) Finally, I am at where I am now. After one exciting year at AAA, I decided to buy a house in Concord and stay for the long haul. I saw the opportunity and the appeal, why not stay for the ride? So after battling through studying for exams, getting a contractor to repaint and refinish my floors, I finally moved my bed in (one of the last things I moved from my old apartment – since I needed a place to sleep). Now what originally took 3 guys 1.5 hours to build, took me a measely 5 minutes to finish. What a journey it has been. Throughout college, through multiple moves, I’ve always had to rebuild this bed. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, but I seriously need a new bed.

Why the AAA Property Team is so awesome

So this came about after I decided that I was going to wear a tie everyday to work for the hell of it:

I think we can all agree that the gentleman in the yellow had the best “funny” face. Upon voting and being told this, his reply was:

I’m not sure how I feel about “winning” the funny face contest!?  Possible explanations for the expression on my face might include:

– That’s not my funny face.  That’s my regular face.  Regular just looks funny where my face is concerned.

– Does it worry anybody else that I look horrified and Mustafa looks happy?  Is there a correlation?

– Did anyone else see Mustafa’s monkey slap me across the face right before the picture was snapped?

– That expression is the expression I had on my face this morning when I read Mustafa’s note about Alen being out of the office today.

– That expression is the expression I always have on my face when Christian’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

ps:  I had no idea that Amrita belonged to a gang.  Until today.

pps:  My thanks to all who wore ties today!  It was fun to join forces and Windsor knots to pull a prank on Alen … even if he wasn’t here to enjoy it.

Thank you,

Oh yeah, by the way, Kimball is the Property Team Executive.

Man, the things you miss when you take a day off to study.

This is Why You Don’t Set Future Drink-Offs While Drunk

Rules found in a text file named “20120511rulescindylincannotbackout.txt” on my office computer:

Cindy promises to get Lu to pay.
Lin wants to bring husband.
Cindy will bring Dave just in case Lu does not pay.
Ray will bring other Dave
Wei will bring 3rd Dave.
Mustafa will watch the show with Vivian (Luna’s ex-roommate)
“Dave” or Lu will pay
Girls and Guys are equal
Cindy notes thats Alen is sweating.
(Loser or Lu) pays.
Lin warns Alen of possibility of selling house
Alen warns Cindy of possibility of having significant lump sum to pay.
Lin will most likely pay (see is from inner mongolian <<<<<< real mongolian)
Lin will bring Mao Tai.
Lin requests contingencies, Alen disagrees. Cindy needs dictionary. Alen sucks.