It was fun to write about things I like. In the past few years I contributed a few essays to our Chinese campus magazine. I just realized that I only write about objects (pianos, a tree, a car) and travel experiences (cactus park, Peru). I have never written about people. I think I will be too sentimental when writing about real person. I probably will reveal too much of myself, and that is dangerous. I seldom let other people know what I think of them. I don't let people know what I think most of the time. I am a secretive person, although I talk a lot.

Hmm, what am I writing? I guess I am just happy that people actually like my car story. It's not just about my car. It's about myself and my life. Two days after my first car was gone, I bought a second car. I like this car even better, but only superficially.

-- email excerpt to HB.