Limitless

I got a wonderful message today from a friend today. It was about my blog and it was written in the form of a “Thank You”. I had to hit the keyboard cuz it really inspired me. I constantly think about future and the many different directions things can go based on minor decisions that I choose. Lets say that I eat just orange foods like carrots and oranges, it will have an effect on my skin color. If I walk in a different direction to my class in the accounting and business building, I might make eye contact with the girl who plays destiny.  It was interesting cuz on Wednesday I wore my India International Club Shirt  under my jacket. When I walk in front of you you can see “India International Club of CSUF” written on the bottom hanging under the jacket cuz the shirt is long. Well I was walking across the street on Wednesday and some girl said “we have an indian club on this campus”  An Indian girl  I never seen before apperntly just transferred to this school from far away, she doesn’t have any friends, and like many asian first generation americans, prefer to hang out with people that look, talk and eat like them. I guess my shirt and my demenor ( i never listin to music when im at school, it kinda is a buzzkill) was enough to initiate the conversation  for the girl. I thought I knew every Indian that goes to my school, but now im one step closer. It was really interesting because the situation had to be perfect for me to meet her. My shirt, which was the first shirt I saw in the closet, My arrival time at school which was dictated by weather, traffic and stoplights, the parking spot I chose, and the proximity of how far I was in front of her for her to start the conversation. Its pretty crazy how this science works but I can really appreciate it. The factors that led the interaction are Limitless. I had a pretty good conversation but I had to rush to class, so she gave me her number  and I said that we would keep in touch. I mentioned the culture show, which is next Friday.  I guess we can take it from there, I really don’t want to try to get any further diversified with the opposite sex, although it can be addicting, I remind myself that it doesn’t look good on paper.  I write on paper.

The Ambitious Girl?  Not sure.