The Picture in the Frame

The picture in the frame, it seems alive.
You can almost hear the laughter, almost feel the happiness within those smiles.
You can almost smell the smells, almost hear the sounds.

The picture in the frame, it is one moment in time captured, forever.
Seeing into the picture you can relive that moment.
You can experience it once again.

I see this picture and remember what once was, but no longer.
For a time, I hear the laughs, taste the smells, and experience.
Then the picture in the frame becomes the picture in the frame again.

The picture says so much about what has happened, and what has not happened.
It makes me cry, it makes me laugh, it makes me feel so much.
The picture says what a thousand words cannot.

The picture in the frame, it seems alive.
When I turn off the light, the life drains away with the laughter, the smiles.
I no longer smell, I no longer hear, I no longer feel.

The picture in the frame, it will live again.

The Playground

The Playground

Hello and thank you for visiting the Playground. Right now we’re still constructing all the fun stuff that will soon be here, so please bear with us until construction is finished. For now, enjoy what we have so far, and please check back with us soon!

Here are some things you can play with for now (look left!):

• Short Stories: A little bit of what I’ve written
• Poems: Some more of my creations
• Pictures: Actually just one picture…
• Links: Other good sites on the web
• Most annoying people: I swear you just wanna kick some of these asses…
• Racism: Under construction but it’s a page about racism and my experiences with it
• Lessons about life: Just a few things I’ve learned
• Playstation is here but it’s still under renovation…
• Wishes: My wishes, duh.
• SF2: Brand new page about SF!!

Coming soon:

• More Playstation, Saturn, and other video games
• My Computer
• Music

Street Fighter!

Since I know you’ve all played this game before, I won’t rant about what a great game this is blah blah blah since you all know already. Then what is this page about? Actually you might call this a Guile page coz I am a big fan of Guile and, as I have to modestly say, a pretty skilled user of Guile… hahahah yeah right! But anyways, here you can see all of Guile’s special moves as well as some tips, combos, and bugs (do the freeze, handcuff, and invisible throw ring a bell?). Alright, let’s start off with some basics.

Sonic Boom – yeah, as if you didn’t know how to do this. For all you beginners out there, hold back for 2 seconds, then towards and any punch button. The strength of the button determines the speed of the sonic boom. Timing is critical and if you get the timing right, you’ll see a nice sonic boom like that in the picture.

Sonic Kick – alright, this is starting to sound like kindergarten, but remember, you can’t expect everyone to know. So for all you newbies out there, here’s how you do the sonic kick: hold down for 2 seconds, then up and any kick button. Once again, the strength of the button determines the height and range of the sonic kick.

After those basic moves we have the throws. Guile has ground throws as well as air throws. To do a throw, approach an opponent, hold left or right, and press either the strong button for a neck throw, or fierce for a suplex. To illustrate the neck throw, I utilized my Photoshop skills. Nice, huh?

Air Throw/Back Breaker:

In the air, hold left or right, tap strong or fierce/forward or roundhouse. Sorry about the semi-obscene pic of Guile and Chun-Li. 😉

Now that we’ve gone through the basics, let’s go through some more advanced stuff. Ever heard of the mystical glue, invisible throw, or freeze? What about the bug that causes the game to crash? If you’re think these are just rumors, think again. Take a look at these screenshots.

Crash bug

This bug causes the game to crash.


Ken is glued to Guile


Vega can’t touch a frozen Guile.

Invisible Throw

See it in action!

As you can see, these tricks are indeed real and can be done. In the future expect to see the button combos you need to do to activate these tricks. For now, enjoy the animated gif of the invisible throw. Just click on the picture and watch!



Everybody has their own special wish or wishes, and on this page I’d like to share some of my own. I wouldn’t say that these are all special wishes, although some of them are. They’re just some things that I think about at times and wish about. If you can grant any of them, let me know!!! j/k Okay, here they are:

  1. I wish I was a little bit taller.
  2. I wish I was a baller.
  3. I wish I had money.
  4. I wish my entire family could be together and happy.
  5. I wish I had a car.
  6. I wish I loved someone.
  7. I wish I could read people’s minds.
  8. I wish I could fly.
  9. I wish I could play the piano like Mozart.
  10. I wish I was a super genius.
  11. I wish my family, friends, and I could live forever.
  12. I wish that for one day the world would cater to me instead of me catering to the world.
  13. I wish people wouldn’t be so stuck up.
  14. I wish I didn’t have so many wishes.

Most Annoying People


I say sheeit, these people must be hella stoopid or something… I want to beat the crap outta them just for being dumb. Oh well, guess I can’t be getting mad at people for lacking brain cells…

  1. People who walk in front of you and all of a sudden they turn around or stop and you have to make a quick move to avoid them.
  2. People who like to stand in a doorway or stairway and get in the way of the entire world. Example: Stupid retards who stand in the exit-way after a crowded lecture.
  3. People who try to be someone they’re not. Example 1: Those fake-ass wannabe gangstas and fratboys. Example 2: Those people who pretend they’re black or some other race they’re not.
  4. People who think they’re bad-ass.
  5. Insensitive and inconsiderate people who make so much noise when you’re trying to sleep that you get so mad you want to get up and chew their ass out but you can’t coz you’re all snuggled in already.
  6. People who sit behind you in class and shake their fat leg and make you think there’s an earthquake.
  7. People who think they’re always right (i.e. someone who never admits wrong).
  8. People who use that plate you washed last night so could use it this morning but now you can’t because that fool used it.
  9. People who are so lazy that it affects you and makes you want to kick their ass.
  10. People who lie.
  11. People who pretend to be all friendly and run up to you to give you a hug but really they’re running up to you to give you one of those far-away cheap-ass fake-ass “hugs”.
  12. People who don’t take responsibility for what they did do.
  13. People who take responsibility for what they didn’t do.
  14. People who write the answers next to the questions in the textbooks and mess you up coz now you can’t work out the problem on your own.
  15. People who don’t pick up after themselves.



These are a few lessons that I’ve learnt throughout my life. Note that they are lessons, and not rules, which means that they apply often, but not always. They sound like fortune cookie taglines, don’t they? Maybe they’ll make you think. Maybe they’ll make you laugh. Whatever happens, I hope you find them interesting.

  1. Don’t underestimate people.
  2. Don’t overestimate people.
  3. Depend on only yourself.
  4. Don’t forget where you came from.
  5. Be grateful to your benefitors.
  6. Taking the wrong path is easy; taking the right path is difficult.
  7. Treat others as you’d like to be treated.
  8. Keep your eyes open; know who are truly friends and who are not.
  9. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
  10. Stick up for what you believe in.
  11. What you think and believe about yourself is the most important.
  12. Remember the past, but don’t live in it.
  13. Nothing is forever. That is, everything has an ending.
  14. Take seriously only the matters that require it; think clearly and ask yourself if you really need to get all worked up for a stupid reason.
  15. Those who scorn reveal nothing but their own insecurities.
  16. When you feel angry, release that negative energy on something positive.
  17. True love is hard to find.
  18. Don’t let pride prevent you from doing the right thing.
  19. Be aware of your surroundings.
  20. If you are responsible, you will fulfill your obligations even if you don’t want to.
  21. Laugh and smile if you feel like it — fake smiles are ugly.
  22. Don’t be a smartass with an attitude.
  23. Think about the consequences of your actions before you take them.
  24. When you have lots of something, a little bit is nothing. When you have nothing, a little bit is a lot.
  25. Don’t be wasteful.
  26. If you’ve done wrong, admit it and take the consequences.

Short Stories

Short Stories

May 24, 1998 – I finally changed my short stories page! As before, there are two fictional stories from my junior year in high school, and one non-fictional one about my dad. Note that I said fictional for those stories, so don’t think I’m a freak or anything. haha I’ve added a story about an Asian American woman telling what it was and is like to be an immigrant. That was written in Spring 97. There’s another kinda corny story about Japanese internment and toys and all that. That was from high school as well. Finally, the last piece isn’t really a short story, but an essay I had to write for my comparative literature class about Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility. I hated that book so I wrote that in my paper and I totally expected an F, but I ended up getting an A! So I thought I’d share that with all y’all. =) Anyways, hope you enjoy my stuff!

Long time ago – Thank you for trying out my short stories page. There are two creative stories that I wrote during my junior and senior years in high school, so don’t get on my case if some of the grammar is off. =) The third story is a little more serious. It’s a true story about my father’s passing away. I warn you not to read it if you don’t want to feel all bad afterwards… I think it gives out a good message though. Anyways, hope you enjoy my stories!

Click on the choices to your left to read a story.

My Eyes, His Eyes

I wonder what it’s like, seeing through his eyes;
Is there a struggle, can he hear me.
I had a thought, I pryed open his eyes,
And even though he couldn’t see me, he saw me.

Then he struggled, and my heart jumped.
He tried to talk, but wait;
Why can’t I talk?
I keep trying but my lips do not respond.

What about my hands; I want to move my hands.
Why can’t I move my hands.
I have to;
I just have to.

A tear falls from his eyes, for he knows he is helpless.
The word is a cacophony in his mind.
But that tear, a lifetime of words, in a second of time.

When it falls, it falls.

I feel such pain.
I have tried so hard.
He is leaving. He is leaving.

Come back.
There is something I need to tell you.

He lies there,
In my eyes, in his eyes.

The Most Boringest Book in the World

In my college career I have encountered a countless number of books and articles used in my academic curriculum. Of these countless numbers of books, a few stand out as the ones I remember most. I remember them because they are either extremely entertaining or extremely boring. Recently in my Comparative Literature class, I read the novel Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. Which category does this book belong in? This book belongs in the extremely boring category. If you ever want to read a book for fun, do not even consider Sense and Sensibility. The book was published in eighteen eleven and therefore the language used in it is also from that time period. For the reader in search of an entertaining book to read, Sense and Sensibility presents a multitude of super-long sentences, each with its vast collection of commas and semi-colons. To this casual reader, all the punctuation marks make reading a chore. Adding to that chore is the fact that many portions of the novel require a close, in-depth reading in order to understand what the passage really means. This repeating process of reading a passage closely chapter after chapter is exhausting and takes away from the pleasure of reading a book. Because of the necessity of a tedious close reading, reading Sense and Sensibility becomes choppy and uninteresting to the casual reader.

One of the longest passages in the book occurs in volume II, chapter II:

Elinor was soon called to the card-table by the conclusion of the first rubber, and the confidential discourse of the two ladies was therefore at an end, to which both of them submitted without any reluctance, for nothing had been said on either side to make them dislike each other less than they had done before; and Elinor sat down to the card-table with the melancholy persuasion that Edward was not only without affection for the person who was to be his wife but that he had not even the chance of being tolerably happy in marriage, which sincere affection on her side would have given; for self-interest alone could induce a woman to keep a man to an engagement of which she seemed so thoroughly aware that he was weary.

Although this passage looks like a paragraph, it is really a giant sentence, a sentence that has a hundred and twenty-eight words, and it is a sentence that today would be considered a run-on sentence; and if I wrote a sentence like that for a comparative literature paper, I would not receive good marks, and as you can see, I am doing so right now, and you, the reader, can probably see my point by now. As you can see, it is difficult to follow such a long “sentence” of sentences. This type of sentence is found everywhere throughout the book. The first few times you encounter one, you would probably take the time to read it closely and evaluate what the sentence is saying. For this sentence, you would notice that “Elinor was soon called to the card-table by the conclusion of the first rubber, and the confidential discourse of the two ladies was therefore at an end …” meaning that Elinor, one of the main characters in the novel, had been talking to Lucy, the woman engaged to Elinor’s love, Edward. When the other members of their party finished a hand of Casino, they called Elinor to their table, ” … to which both of them submitted without any reluctance, for nothing had been said on either side to make them dislike each other less than they had done before …” Neither Elinor nor Lucy wanted to continue in their conversation, because they had said what needed to be said and still felt the same way about each other. Elinor, unhappy about Lucy and Edward’s engagement, is convinced that Edward would not be happy if he married Lucy because he does not love her. Elinor feels that Edward would be better off marrying her instead. Elinor also seems to know that Edward does not feel any affection for Lucy, and that Lucy is only considering her own desires and feelings in her relationship with Edward. After taking the time to deduce all the information from one single sentence, the casual reader becomes disinterested with the book and hopes for an outlet. Unfortunately for him, he encounters another long sentence.

Another long sentence is in chapter I of Volume II:

She wanted to hear many particulars of their engagement repeated again; she wanted more clearly to understand what Lucy really felt for Edward, whether there were any sincerity in her declaration of tender regard for him; and she particularly wanted to convince Lucy, by her readiness to enter on the matter again and her calmness in conversing on it, that she was no otherwise interested in it that as a friend, which she very much feared her involuntary agitation in their morning discourse must have left at least doubtful.

Once again the casual reader encounters a sentence that looks like a paragraph. This sentence is eighty-nine words long. By this time, he is probably wondering why he is still reading the book. Taking another close read, he realizes that Lucy had informed Elinor earlier that Lucy is engaged to Edward, and now Elinor wants to get some further information on the matter. Elinor, in denial, wants to know if Lucy really is in love with Edward, whether she is sincere. Elinor also wants to show that she is only concerned as a friend of Edward’s, because in her previous conversation with Lucy she made it seem as if Edward was more than a friend to her. Although these close readings may seem trivial, they actually help the casual reader to understand what is going on better. When the reader reads the sentence all at once, he simply cannot comprehend what is exactly going on. For example, try reading the sentence out loud and see if you run out of breath. If the reader takes a closer look and breaks up the sentence into smaller ideas, however, then it is easy to figure out what is happening. Even though to some Jane Austen’s work is excellent and insightful to the mores and manners of her time, the casual reader only wants to know what the story is. He does not want to make the extra effort to do the close reading and break up the giant sentences. Unfortunately, most of Sense and Sensibility is full of these long, boring sentences.

Besides long, boring sentences, there are short, boring sentences. Although these sentences are not extremely long, they still require a deep, close reading in order for them to be understood. At first, deciphering what these passages mean is no chore, but after half a book of them, it becomes quite tedious. For example, take this passage from volume II, chapter I:

The necessity of concealing from her mother and Marianne what had been entrusted in confidence to herself, though it obliged her to unceasing exertion, was no aggravation of Elinor’s distress. On the contrary it was a relief to her to be spared the communication of what would give such affliction to them, and to be saved likewise from hearing that condemnation of Edward which would probably flow from the excess of their partial affection for herself, and which was more than she felt equal to support.

The sentences in this passage are short, and at first glance it may seem difficult to decipher their meaning. The reality is, if you take the time to uncover their meaning then it is quite easy to understand what is going on. “The necessity of concealing from her mother and Marianne what had been entrusted to herself” refers to Elinor’s withholding from her mother and her sister Marianne the fact that Lucy is engaged to Edward. By withholding this fact, however, Elinor is obliged to “unceasing exertion.” Yet, this “unceasing exertion” did not distress Elinor too much. It was “no aggravation of Elinor’s distress.” Elinor is instead relieved because she does not want to let her family know about the situation and cause them anguish. She is also relieved because she knows that if her family knows, they would blast Edward because they love her so much, and she could not stand to see them do such a thing to her love. Only after the close reading can the reader really understand what is going on in this passage. It is this act of close reading that makes Sense and Sensibility a chore to read, because the reader has to make one close reading after another in order to figure out what is happening. This is an extremely tedious process and bores the reader to death.

What bores the casual reader in Sense and Sensibility is the need to do close readings for the majority of the novel. This need to do close readings repeatedly causes the reading to become choppy and uninteresting. In addition to the need for close readings, the sentence length in Sense and Sensibility discourages the reader from wanting to advance further in the novel. He wants to skip to the next sentence. When he does so, he misses vital information. For the casual reader who is only interested in entertaining himself, Sense and Sensibility fails by delivering a complex story that cannot be read smoothly. Personally, I passionately dislike this book because of the reasons I have mentioned. They make the book extremely boring, choppy, and time consuming to read. I feel like I am wasting time when I read this book. I will, however, always remember this book, because it will become a part of my most boring college book list.

The Paradox

Recently my son was telling me about the “American Paradox,” a term coined by author Carlos Bulosan referring to the American Dream. According to Bulosan, America can truly be a dream, but at the same time it can be a nightmare. The dream is how this so-called “Land of Opportunity” can be so kind, while the nightmare is how this land can be so cruel. The path that I have traveled, my coming to the United States and building a life here, has encompassed both the extreme kindness and the extreme cruelty of this country. In this recollection of events, I want to describe what pushed me to the United States, what pulled me here, and my own experience of the paradox: the kindness and cruelty that I experienced as a new immigrant. Although America can be cruel, it can also be kind, and it is this notion of kindness that spreads throughout the world and gives America the reputation of the “Land of Opportunity.”

At this point it may be appropriate to give a little background of myself. I was born in China on January first, nineteen-fifty-one, shortly before I migrated with my family to Hong Kong fearing the rise of communism in China. In nineteen sixty-eight, I migrated to the United States under a student visa, eventually ending up in the Mission District in San Francisco. There I still live, and work, too. My current profession is a parent liaison at Hawthorne Elementary School located in the middle of the Mission. My husband passed away last year, my daughter is in her third high school year, and my son is a sophomore at the University of California with an undeclared major. Recently we were finally able to fulfill our dream of owning a new house. Moving in was hectic at first, but once we settled down, life was quite pleasant. There is not more that we could ask for. As you can see, we are a good example of the American dream. My family did not, however, achieve the dream easily as we had expected to. We struggled for a long time before we could finally settle down. So what made us decide to immigrate? That question brings me to the reasons why we migrated to the United States.

There were many reasons why we migrated to the United States. The main push factor was communism. We fled to Hong Kong because of the Cultural Revolution in China. Many, many people left China because of fear from communism. I read about a Betty Chu who emigrated from China because of communism. She “saw how people were beginning to live in fear,” and was “worried about the rising political repression of the Cultural Revolution in China.” In addition, a number of people my family knew were executed for what the government termed as “disloyalty.” Friends were accused of being “spies” and sentenced to extended prison terms. Although no one in my family was picked out for such punishment, we were afraid that we would be next. So one night we brought whatever belongings we could with us and took the train to Hong Kong. While in Hong Kong, however, the fear of communism remained with me. Although I was not old enough to witness the horror of the revolution, I could still remember my parents describing to me the tears rolling down the prisoners’ eyes as they were being dragged away to their deaths. Knowing that Hong Kong would eventually become a communist territory in 1997, I wanted to leave. I did not want to be a part of a communist society. Like many others, the thought of living in such a society was a push factor in my decision to migrate to the United States, but it was not the only factor. The United States also had pull factors that attracted me to its shores.

The pull factor that attracted me to the United States was education. In Hong Kong, newspapers published articles about how proficient and easy to get into American schools were. Everybody talked about going to the United States to attend school. In Hong Kong, there was not much of a chance of attending a university, since at that time only two universities existed and it was difficult to get accepted into them. Another immigrant, Wing Ng, reiterates: “In Hong Kong it is difficult to go to college, too. Only two universities.” My husband, John Young, also migrated to the United States for education. So you can see, back then it was the trend to have an education here. It was the idea of being accepted into any university, let alone an American university, meaning a good education that would make it easier to find a job and make more money, which appealed to immigrants like myself. Thus, education was not only a pull factor for me, but also for many others. After being pulled here, however, we faced many difficulties. One of these difficulties was prejudice.

As a minority, prejudice met me wherever I went. One of the places where I found it most was at school. In nineteen sixty-nine, I started school at the California State University at Hayward and majored in history. Being one of few yellow-skinned students there, I saw prejudice quite often. One experience that I remember vividly was during the administration of a final examination. The professor was an old white man, grumpy most of the time, and not friendly at all. I had thought that he would give us questions to write down and then we would have time to write out the answers. Instead, after reciting all the questions, the professor announced that the test was over. I was horrified! I tried to answer the questions as fast as I could, but it was no use. I couldn’t even completely answer the first question. I had failed the test. After class ended, I went to the professor and explained to him that I failed the test because the directions were unclear, and that I wanted a retest. Coldly, the professor attacked me: “I don’t care if you failed this test. You chinks don’t belong here anyway. Why should you bother with obtaining a degree?” Holding back tears, I walked out of his office, my hands shaking. I did not want to cry in front of the professor, so I ran into the restroom and cried and cried and cried. I had never experienced such a painful attack before. As I was crying, another professor, a Dr. Betty McDonald, walked into the restroom. I will never forget Dr. McDonald. She comforted me and explained to me that she would try and get a retest for me. I was grateful, and happy that I would not have to fail the class. After my son told me about the “American Paradox,” this particular event occurred to me. The paradox was that one professor wanted me to leave while another wanted me to stay. It was how I felt wanted and unwanted at the same time. How could one professor be so cruel, and how could another be so kind? Only through a paradox can this idea where prejudice and kindness juxtapose be explained.

Another way in which I experienced this paradox was through my search for housing in the United States. When I first arrived here, I stayed with my girlfriend’s sister Dorothy, but I did not want to stay with her long because she had a family and I felt like I was in her way. I did not, however, want to leave either. I had seen how Dorothy’s neighbors treated her, how they stared at her with hatred in their eyes. When she first moved in, people spray-painted her house with racist remarks such as “We don’t want chinks” and “No chinamans here.” I was afraid that I would have to face the same ordeal when I moved out. Nonetheless, I went in search of an apartment. Unfortunately, my intuition was correct and I indeed faced blatant racism. Because back then I could not speak English well, many landlords took advantage of me by making me pay more rent, falsely accusing me of damaging their property, or both. I remember one white landlord who always referred to me as “China.” I hated being called China, because it made me feel cheap. I felt that he perceived me as a Chinese prostitute with China for a pet name. I let him know that my name was JC, but when I did so he stopped talking, stared at me with a simultaneously hating and surprised look, and continued as if I had said nothing. Every time he came to collect the rent, he’d say, “China, do you have my rent?” and “You have to pay for these scratches on the wall you made, China.” I had not made the scratches; they had already been there, and he knew it. If I was a white person I would not have to pay for someone else’s damage on the property, but since I was a single Chinese lady with no one to back me up he took advantage of me. Throughout my time in university, I moved from apartment to apartment, unhappy with all of them, until finally I met an elderly female landlord by the name of Rosa. Rosa is another one of those kind people whom I will never forget. She charged me a low rent and treated me as she treated everyone else. On my first visit to the apartment, Rosa gave me a tour of everything and explained to me what everything was. I had never seen a fireplace before so when I saw it, I wondered why there was a hole in the wall. It didn’t look practical. So I asked Rosa and she patiently explained to me that a fireplace allows a fire to be lit indoors because a pipe allows the smoke from the fire to escape. It may sound silly, but I was amazed that you could light a big fire indoors. I ended up staying at Rosa’s apartment for the rest of my university years, and needless to say I was utterly satisfied and grateful to have such a kind, open-minded landlord in Rosa. Once again, the idea of the paradox stands out: even though the prejudice from one landlord tried to push me out of society, my encounter with Rosa made me feel that America welcomed me and wanted me to stay.

Oftentimes I did not want to stay in the United States because of violence and intimidation. At times I could feel the anti-Asian sentiment in the air while walking down the street. In 1974, I was the target of a purse snatching that I believe was not a random attack. The attack was specifically directed towards me because I was Chinese. I was walking home from the supermarket when a man ran towards me and grabbed my purse. I held on to my purse and the man, not expecting any resistance, yelled, “Let go, you Chinese bitch!” Not letting go of my purse, I swung my bag of groceries at him and knocked him unconscious. When the police came, they told me that the man had suffered a broken nose, and that they needed to take me into the station for questioning. I was confused as to why they needed me to go with them, but I went along. When we walked into the station, the man with the broken nose started explaining to the police that I had assaulted him! In my broken English, I frantically tried to explain to the officer that it was the man who had tried to snatch my purse and that I was only defending myself. Unfortunately for me, the officer was a racist as well and would not listen. He put me into jail overnight and in the morning, another officer came. I explained to him what had happened and he was kind enough to apologize to and release me. He even offered to buy me breakfast, but I decided I wanted nothing more to do with the police. I had wanted to pursue the matter further but, knowing that it would be a hopeless fight, I just went home and cried. At that moment I really wanted to go back home to Hong Kong. I thought that it would be better to face a communist society instead of a racist one. Then I thought of all the people who had helped me: Betty McDonald, Rosa, Dorothy, and the officer at the station. It was strange how America could do me so much wrong and at the same time do me so much good. Even though I had thought of leaving, the good experiences that I had in America convinced me to stay. It is this thought that a country could make a person want to leave and stay at the same time that comprises the paradox.

Though I experienced the paradox many years ago, I still witness people experiencing the paradox today. My present job as a parent liaison at Hawthorne Elementary School in San Francisco gives me the opportunity to assist many new immigrants from Hong Kong and China. To a lot of these parents, America is still the “land of opportunity.” They feel that if they come to the United States they can find a better life for themselves and their family. Unfortunately for most of these parents, this has not been true. I can think of one family right now that fits the argument perfectly. It is the family of my friend Yi Sing Tam. Yi Sing gave birth to two sons in China and migrated to the United States 10 years ago. To Yi Sing and her husband, the United States appeared to be the “land of opportunity.” They dreamt of coming here and owning their own restaurant, gaining citizenship, and giving their sons a good education . They wanted to provide medical treatment for their younger son, Andy, who is mentally disadvantaged. Upon arriving here, the couple invested in a restaurant and business went well. They even found doctors that could improve Andy’s condition. They seemed to be living the American dream. Then all of a sudden, business stopped. The location of the restaurant, in the heart of the Mission district in San Francisco, was also in the heart of gang territory. After a series of shootings, people stopped going out, and naturally less patrons frequented the restaurant. The Tams had to sell their restaurant. Now Yi Sing and her husband have to work two jobs, 12 hours a day, in order to support their family. Andy no longer receives treatment for his disorder. Again, the same question arises: how can America be so kind and so cruel at the same time? To the Tams, America has shown them not only opportunity, but bitterness and pain. They believe, however, that if they work hard and save their money, then can make it again. The Tams hope that their bitter life can turn sweet again as quickly as it had turned bitter in the first place. They still have hope in this country they call the “land of opportunity,” this country where the lives of many immigrants like the Tams reflect a paradox.

It is the “American paradox,” the idea that a country can be so cruel and at the same time be so kind, that gives America its reputation as the “land of opportunity.” Although people do not understand the paradox before they arrive in the United States, they realize it after they reach this country. I have understood this paradox, that just because the United States is known as the “land of opportunity,” I should not just come in expecting an easy journey in reaching the American dream. I was, however, once an unknowing immigrant myself. Pushed here by communism, pulled here by America’s appeal, I tasted the most pungent bitterness, and yet I also tasted the most delightful sweetness. Through my ordeal with my professor at school, from searching for a home, from almost being robbed, and from my friend Kwan Sing’s experiences, I have seen both sad times and happy times. When you ask yourself that same question again, “How can America be so cruel, and yet so kind?” remember that life in America for an immigrant constitutes a paradox. Even though a paradoxical question cannot be answered, you can create your own answer. I made my own answer – I experienced hardship and now I have a piece of the American dream. It is this notion of reaching your own answer to the paradox, of being able to be a part of the American dream, that portrays America as the “land of opportunity” to all the potential immigrants throughout the world.