Friday, August 29, 2008
Be back in four
Oh, Labor Day weekend. You know, it doesn't really seem like a three-day weekend to me. Maybe it's because this summer has been the longest summer I have ever had and everyday is nice and relaxing. This is going to be a whole different kind of relaxation for me. My family has never gone houseboating before. I guess my mother found houseboats and thought it would be fun. We'll be lazy-ing around on a boat. I love being out to sea, but this isn't an ocean. This is Lake Shasta. I'm sure it will be absolutely gorgeous and lovely but there are a few things I am wary about. 1. We're bringing my dog on a 4-hour carride when he gets car sick on a 10-minute trip to the park. 2. Who knows how to maneuver a boat in our family?! 3. While I have googled houseboating and read up on it, I am still a little uncertain about what exactly we are doing.
It'll be an adventure, to say the least. I'll be posting about it when I get back. My co-worker was nice enough to lend me our Nikon D300 for the trip, so expect better quality photos!
In the meantime, I love Sarah-Ji's post here at Shuttersister. It speaks to me on so many levels. I claim titles simply because it is easier to say, "Yes, I am" than to go into a long, mundane argument about why I am not. Why I am not an artist. Why I am not really a photographer although the job title claims so. If a genuine love and passion for the things I do determines how I label myself, then perhaps I really can say, "Yes, I am" without hesitation.
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone! I'm sure there will be tons of stories to tell upon return.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
About time?
I have wanted my own Digital SLR camera for quite a while now. Unfortunately, I only make so much an hour and intended on saving up my summer money for the first semester -- maybe only first quarter -- of college. But then...this came out. I. want. that.
Always and forever
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Busy busy busy
Yes, I went MIA. Apologies to those who actually read this blog. I went through a week of extreme stress, bliss, and nostalgia. Rehearsals tend to do that to me. At least the rehearsals that are disorganized--with kids running about and completely unprepared for the annual performance that was only a few days away. All the shows went well though. Of course, a few minor glitches and mess-ups here and there, but why focus on those when this past weekend was my very last dance show of my high school career? And perhaps even my Chinese dance career? Anyways, thanks to everyone who showed up and those who brought flowers and gifts. It was a blast.
Of course, a milestone like this called for reminiscing and what better way to do it than with my dear old friend Erika who was there by my side when I first started dancing at the wee age of five or six. We stepped onto that concrete stage in the Monta Vista quad and wiggle our butts for the audience; we danced as swans and Disney characters; we held sleepovers and pool parties at each others' houses...and look how much we have all grown since then.
On top of all that, work has been busy to say the least. Well, it goes to show how much I am avoiding writing some of these articles as I am updating at this time of day. Let's call it alleviating the writer's block.
Oh -- and to all that have already left for college. Good luck and have tons of fun. The prospect of going away has not hit me yet, but I am hearing all these wonderful stories about college. All I want to say to all my friends is--Be happy. :D And keep in touch.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Until next time...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Food that heals
It's been one of those weeks. Well, let's just call it my life. It's filled with ups and downs and I'm struggling to hold onto those 'ups' and to keep myself from falling too deep into the 'downs.' One of the many things I have learned with working with such a cool group of people this summer is that s'mores can heal a horrible day almost just as well as a white chocolate mocha can.
Right now, I wish I could get a fire going, slip into my PJs and under some blankets, and just drink a hot cup of tea on the couch. A s'more or two wouldn't hurt either.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Sunday afternoons
I love summers. For me, they usually mean a medley of old, routine hangouts and new experiences.
I found this as I got off the BART after watching my second A's game. My friends stared at me as if I was insane to be whipping out my camera. To me, it's cute. As if a child dressed up the pipe saying, "You need some shades."
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I love finding little bits of magic in everyday life. Sure, the place I work is just a typical elementary school campus, but there are small, beautiful things lying around everywhere I look. Sure, I love doing some outrageous things like going with my international camp friends to Monterey and jumping out of a plane, but life is so much more than doing the extraordinary and creating excitement. For me, life is about finding the beauty and excitement in day-to-day life--to enjoy the timeless moments I mentioned in an earlier entry. Skydiving is not simply just jumping out of a plane. It is about the people you go with, the bonding that happens, and the overall openness to soaking in everything that is happening. So, even though my work is beginning to feel a little mundane, I find moments throughout the day that remind me that I would not want to be anywhere else--the hilarious things kids say, the jokes co-workers have with one another, and the simple beauty of how everything just is.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
In tune with culture
Waking up to the sounds of my two adorable cousins playing in the living room was a comfortable way to vacation. Smack dab in the middle of his telegraphic speech phase, he loves dawdling around the house and calling out to people in his scratchy, cute baby voice. Now, the one and a half year-old loves cars and anything on wheels. He plays with his truck, rides around on a bicycle in the middle of an apartment, and loves watching Cars. He'll point at the TV and say "車車!" and the house attendant simply press play on the DVD player. Every morning, I watched McQueen and Mater tractor-tip and drive the streets of Radiator Springs.
Director of the Graduate School of Journalism at National Taiwan University, my uncle invited me to attend a journalism forum. My job? I was to bridge the language barrier if necessary and play confederate in cases where the students did not utilize the Q&A sessions. What did I really do? I was given the opportunity to hang out with and learn from eight professional journalists from around the world while we showed them the sights and gave them a taste of Taiwanese culture. Sure, I do Chinese dance and went to Chinese school, but every trip to Taiwan reminds me of how much I don't know. I participated in a tea ceremony, went to Yi-Lan, and enjoyed the company of some talented people.
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