(If you're comfortable enough to ask me for the password, I'm probably comfortable enough with you reading this.)
The one where Gani gets chicken pox... right before finals week.
Every Lunar New Year, my extended paternal family gets together for an epic reunion camp. It started 14 years ago and has grown and evolved in so many ways.
Uitwaaien (Dutch): to take a brief break in the countryside to clear one’s head.
I rarely dream when I sleep. When I do dream, I usually snap out of it pretty easily and realign myself to reality as soon as I wake up.
My brother leaves (indefinitely) for New Zealand today.
Everyone told me I would love Portland, and they were so right.
I could never tell the difference between different kinds and grades of coffee. I never even knew how to order coffee properly—I didn’t understand why there were so many options. What the heck was the difference between a latte and cafe au lait? Or a cappuccino and machiatto?
Memory is a beautiful thing, I think, mainly because it is so selective and so imperfect.
Happy New Year from Seattle! I’m not one to do a lot of year-end reflections but I figured this could be a good way to get the ball rolling for me to start writing again. I have missed putting my thoughts into words.