This is a letter about my love

The sun, the moon, the stars—I love instinctively. Food, water, shelter, I love boundlessly. My family, friends, and my dog, I love unconditionally.

I never want to forget this

If we were not human, would we know what taste, smell, sound, and sight? And if we lost touch and only retained conscious, are we still human? Or just a mind without experience?

It was an extraordinary day…

It was an overcast day, the ground still wet from a misting rain that persisted throughout the day. Did it rain while the hooding ceremony proceeded inside the chapel? It was the day my mother finally saw her first child graduate from college—the first in a family of farmers.

I promise to myself

Before I turn 34, I promise to consider starting a family. Before I turn 35, I shall have visited Cambodia. Before I turn 36, I will publish a novel, even if it’s for free on Kindle. Before I turn 37, I promise to appreciate myself and have better self confidence. Before I turn 38, I…

This is what I live for…

There are a few things that keep me alive such as a roof over my head, drinkable water, and yummy food. But it’s what I live for that keeps me alive—from going off the edge or living a dull life.

Where I want to go?

Imagine trekking through snow-laden forest chasing the aurora borealis to the edge to the sky. Imagine cool nights with stars lit up and the Milky Way wrapping an arm around the midnight sky. Imagine all the southern constellations you haven’t seen. Imagine writing and drawing your dreams to life and earning a living by doing…

These are my roots…

Do you remember your first memory? Was it the dusty huts of Khao I Dang refugee camp or the steel building of the US? Or was it the dingy halfway home the government gave as temporary asylum?

Joy

I have had this topic joy for several months and have never been able to tackle it until now. My main concern with the word joy is whether or not it is a product of the first world? I think yes and no. Joy from watching the latest HBO show or getting the newest iPhone…

Morning or Evening Person

One dinner last week, someone asked me when I wake up/sleep and I answered 6AM/1030PM to which she respond, that is so early!  To be honest, on my own, I would stay up way too late and would have to drag myself to get to work on time. I know I’m definitely not a morning…

Writing Challenge 2016

As the year wraps up, I start to unravel a whole new list to start the new year. To better myself creatively, aside from my 365 Days of Calligraphy and my annual GoodReads Book Challenge, I will also be writing twice a month to create 24 blog posts for 2016!

Nonna’s Tree

This year, Mr. Darcy and I have spent the last month at the bank, the lawyer’s office, moving boxes, buying new furnitures, and overwhelming ourselves with a new home that we didn’t get to do any “holiday” activity except the annual work party. Not that buying a place is not worth it. But it did…

2015 Year in Retrospective

As the year rolls to the end, I had to remind myself that I’ve been neglecting my blog for half a year!

One Life Crispy Later…

One rice crispy later, I sat at work staring at the computer wondering if this is all there is to life?

On Make-Up and Being Myself

This topic came to me when I saw all these articles about “This is Renee Z?”, which of course, I clicked because I love her role in Bridget Jones. And they were right. She was almost unrecognizable. But no matter how I looked, I couldn’t see where they could have done surgery work. I closed…

On Education

I had an ex-coworker say many times, “I don’t believe in education, especially college. I think it’s a waste of time. Everything I learn, I can learn in the real world.” This is coming from a man. He’s privileged. He comes from money. He’s white. He is European, French to be exact.

Seasickness On the Hudson

The past few months, I had taken up a semi-full time freelance position with an ad agency, allowing myself 3 days weekend, never exceeding 8 hour workdays, and also learning how to balance money for insurance, taxes, rent, and savings. It feels like being an adult while still enjoying my time. I went into the…

Cutting My Hair

For a lot of us, hair defines a person. It is our vanity and downfall but it is our pride and joy. The thought of going bald, going grey, or not having the “perfect” hair worries us and often sends us into a manic stress, researching and buying anything to make it better. Even for…