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Name: Eric Tang Country: United States State: California Birthday: 2/5/1984 Gender: Male
Interests: Writing, Golfing, Slacking off, Sleeping, Wandering aimlessly, Thinking about the road less traveled. Still keeping in touch of what's left of my friends, all of whom have advanced to their own agendas. I am an active of Alpha Kappa Psi fraternity. Alpha Zeta Chapter
Epsilon Pi Class Fall 2002
In U & I.
Expertise: I'm a Business major with an emphasis in Entreprenuership at the University of Southern California (USC), Marshall School of Business. Graduated from El Modena High School in 2002. Orange County (O.C.) baby!
Fight On Trojans! Go USC!
Forever Cardinal and Gold!
Occupation: Student Industry: Business
Email: email me Website: visit my website AIM: erictang0205
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| I always welcome the chance to center a big American highway in my windshield and blare escapist music, but in order to really enjoy this you’ve got to be alone. If you’re traveling in a convoy it’s no fun because you have to maintain pace, and if you’re carrying passengers it’s considered impolite to crank the volume up to 10 because you don’t feel like talking about John Kerry or movies or carbs or whatever.
The weather was gorgeous outside. Spring came to LA late and beautiful, like a date who keeps you waiting because she knows you’ll put up with it.
I went out for a late-night walk, 1am. It’s even better around 4 or 5am, but I have to get up for class the next morning. Anyways, back to my walk. I headed up to Subway to buy a small snack for the night. I saw the most beautiful thing--A 1963 Cadillac convertible, in what looked to be mint condition. It was disgustingly gorgeous, this gargantuan, rectangular slab of shiny blue metal.
It had somehow been parallel parked, taking up at least a space and a half. It looked obscene, sandwiched between regular cars of more reasonable length.
I reached into my pocket to snap a flick for you, but realized I’d forgotten to bring my camera. It’s too bad I don’t have one of those cell phone cameras. Anyways I wanted to take a closer look at the car, but figured I’d check it out on the way back.
I remember in downtown LA there’s this dilapidated four-storey, with a bizarre, enclosed spiral staircase going up the face of the building, from the second to the fourth storey.
It looks like something built by Italian artisans from 150 years ago. It also looks abandoned, but there’s some sign on the front proclaiming it’s a theater. Doesn’t look like a theater. Well whatever the hell it is, if I was filthy rich I’d buy the damn thing and it would be my house. And you can be damn sure there’d be an expertly-parked 1963 Cadillac convertible sitting in front of it.
My rich fantasies were interrupted by the anticlimactic reality of my life--the Subway only had meatball sandwiches. I took out the crumpled five-dollar bill I had in my pocket to pay for it. I turned around and headed back home, empty-handed.
Saw the Cadillac pulling away from the curb. I had apparently just missed the 20-point back-and-forth the driver must have pulled to get the car out of the parking space. I couldn’t see who the driver was, or even if it was male or female; I just saw the dark outline of long hair.
The Cadillac motored serenely down the block, moving away from me. A part of me wanted to run after it. I picked up the pace a little, hoping a red light at the end of the block would get me a better look.
I watched the ass-end of the Caddy shrink until it got lost in the jumbled perspective of the city. There’s a metaphor in here somewhere, but I’m afraid to suss it out. Thinking too much can get you in trouble.
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| i wonder if people could have a mid-life crisis in their twenties..like at 20...
I think i'm going thru that now.
some things that happened today:
played basketball at Lyons Center for a long time. Dorothy IMs me with this message -
Dor: haha e!...i read ur away message as "pooping a jump shot" Auto response from me: popping a jump shot Dor: i'm so dumb 
Hung out with Dennis and Erika in monterey park. First to HLS for some cool refreshments =). Then to Buffet City for snow crab legs!
>_< o_O it was good foood. | | |
| note to self:
ZBTahiti..can't remember half the night
But i had fun, I think.
Yet another hangover...hey classic moment:
Ryan Carr walks into my room, looks at me passed out. I wake up cause I had the feeling someone was there. He turns to me and says "dude, what did I do last night, I can't remember at all. In fact, how did I get into my room?"
New sorority girls met: alpha phi - erin, yin and somehow I find out about kristy; saw megan walking past the house. can't say I remember much, maybe the girls can tell me.
My new love: USC baseball. Killed UCLA last night with a Grand Slam to open up the game. Gotta love it when U-C-L-A sucks! | | |
| MERRILL LYNCH INTERVIEW
April 2nd...i hope i get this internship 
Look at the internship description, its perfect for me:
"The position will be mostly marketing in nature but other majors would be interested because there would be a focus on small business retirement/pension plans, business financing, and sophisticated investment/asset allocation strategies." | | |
| Today’s soundtrack: I need to stop and take a rest
The best is when you and a stranger are waiting for an elevator, but then two elevators come and you each get your own. This happened to me today and it was the highlight in an otherwise torturous day of educational drudgery.
When waiting for an elevator with a group of strangers, I always go in last. I linger to see if an empty one is coming. I know it’s not very often but sometimes elevators get stuck between floors, for hours, and I’d much rather be trapped by myself than with a group of strangers.
I bet when elevators first came out, it was considered rude to purposely avoid taking an elevator with a stranger. Or maybe it’s rude now, I don’t know. I wonder if it’s rude in England, assuming England is one of those places where manners still count for something.
I want to go to London. In London I would happily ride an elevator with complete strangers.
But who am I fooling, I don’t have the scratch to go anyplace. For years I’ve been dying to get to Cuba but I haven’t been out of the country in years, not counting Canada. I just can’t afford it.
In May I’ll be going to China though, because I need to freshen up on my Chinese cultural background and to seek out entrepreneurial opportunities. Last year I was flipping through pictures of how drastically China has changed since the last time I went there. I’m looking forward to the trip.
I’m a little apprehensive, though. A friend of mine lives in Shanghai and she recently got married. The last time I went back to China, she and I just happened to be single, and things kind of picked up where they left off. But now she’s Mrs. Somebody. Might even have a kid by now. I wonder if she’ll even be willing to meet up with me. Chinese social situations are different and I could totally see her not returning my calls even if she did want to talk to me.
When I was visiting China I discovered a lot of complicated and confounding social rules I had trouble deciphering. It took me a while to figure out some stuff between us. It’s already difficult to understand women so when you add a different language and system it turns into a regular Rubik’s cube. Not to mention she was an artist.
I believe I could share elevators with anyone and not give a good goddamn.
Well, what are you gonna do. I can’t put the genie back in the bottle but I can always take the stairs.
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