In this moment, I am sitting here in my little back yard, having coffee and planning what to do next for my work, aka my future. Consider the fact that I am now working so hard on 3 different projects, which I love so much but none of them has ever pay pack any little penny. They are all in their start-up phase, and I have to work even harder on some commercial writings and other stuffs to make my living.
What a great start to the new year: my shoes got broken and I had to walk on my barefoot at noon. My friends said I look like Cinderella at 12:00 when everything turns to pumpkin and those creepy dog and cat . Read More
Yesterday Keneice from Jamaica and I trekked up to Cerro Ancon in Panama city. We were about 2/3 the trail then we felt tired (because of being lost, the f*cking heat, the tropical heavy rain, some people we met on the way said the mountain is closed, etc).
I just visited an old friend, Minerva. She was my Airbnb guest in Saigon last July. Almost one year later while I am in the US right now, she invited me to stay over the weekend at her beautiful house in Carmel Valley, California.
Today I spent hours in my office to read all the essays of the K-12 students for our exhibit Growing Up Asian in America. And this piece made me so surprised and think a lot. It was written by a Chinese little boy who’s just 10 years old, about his grandpa’s journey to the USA long time ago, to make “a better life”.
I turned 30 last week. For some reasons, it was surprisingly different than any age before. I celebrated it at home with family for the first time since I moved out 15 years ago. My parents made me a BBQ party, my auntie and cousin brought me a cake, my brother helped me out to decorate the house, and my high school classmates came to cheer up with coke, haha. It was like my 18th birthday party, sweet and pure.