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Tender Heart Heals Your Broken Heart

I want that kind of face with a huge smile. I admire her gentle heart. Her smile reminds me of autumn sunset. Cindy was sitting and waiting for me to meet up for a coffee that morning. She was looking at her phone and reading something. Even from the distance, I could see her kind eyes and lips were forming my favorite shape. Smile. I approached to her and she looked up. Her smile got bigger and that made me choke. My throat got tighten and my eye welled up. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. She is a great hugger too. She held me the way I wanted to be held (of course, I didn’t realize that until she did). As soon as I started hearing her soothing voice, my emotion got flooded. I told her my struggles. She showed her empathy, understanding and shared her own struggles. She was there. I mean, she really exited and showed up to heal my broken heart. She did not lose her smile even when we …

Today’s Happy Thoughts: My Favorite Things

I saw someone was writing what 5 thing that make her happy on her blog.  I was inspired by her and here are 5 things make me happy at this moment, 10:56am on April 7th Tue (it changes slightly & often J) The fact that my longtime friend Rika will be joining me in Kyoto this next week for 1.5 days.  I haven’t seen her since December 2008.  She is such a caring, kind, classy and beautiful (inside and out) person.  When I was younger, I always wonder why I didn’t grow up like her.  She has my highest regards. Going to visit Kyoto in 1.5 days.  I am not completely excited yet but it makes me happy when I think about all these food I can eat (I will pig out when I am there!) and temples I visit just spend some time with myself. Oh my god, I can’t believe I am writing about this.  This Japanese TV show called “Dr. Koto Shinryojo” is actually making me happy?  Yes it is.  Don’t judge.  …

Being Authentic vs. Being an Ass: What Does it Mean to “BE” Yourself?

(http://brendonburchard.tumblr.com/post/114912499013/can-authenticity-suck) I found this post through my Tumblr. and it was so fascinating to me.  Especially because I grew up in a culture where you don’t showcase who you really are.  I always had a hard time to understand what “being yourself” really means.  I have to admit I sometimes misunderstand being authentic from being fearful (→please read #2 below). My life is my practice.  Everyday. SUMMARY: As the world threatens us at every turn to conform, to become mindless, to act as something we are not, like the caricatures  of greed and indolence on television, we must grasp tightly the value of authenticity. We must demand of ourselves that we act from our own truth and fully express who we are and who we wish to be. But let us be weary: Not all forms of so-called ‘authenticity’ are… well, the real thing. Keep these points in mind: 1. Be Authentic, Not Abusive: Some people use “authenticity” as an excuse to be socially abusive. They say something rude or demeaning to others and then …

La Belle Epoque: Sunday Treat

Ayako was making fun of my homebody-ness today at her store, Marigold and Mint. It is taxing for me to work with bunch of people in so many different level during weekdays so I limit my weekend just to see very few close friends.  I sometimes don’t even see anyone but Archie. Sunday started with Starbucks Reserve, Kenya Sangana, very blight and juicy coffee in bed.  This is one of my favorite moment of the day.  Then, I met up for a coffee at Milstead in Fremont with a couple of friends who will be traveling to Tokyo and Kyoto with us. Last stop of today’s outing is Marigold and Mint.  Ayako showed me this French tulip called “La Belle Epoque” and I fell in love with the vintagey color of this flower.  She made a small bundle of these tulips that are looking so lovely in my living room now. All I will do this afternoon is read.  Nothing else.  This is my favorite way to spend my Sunday with Archie and my chunky …

Complicated Times: Simple Reminder

All I need is a very simple reminder when it feels like my life is getting complicated. WAKE UP – yes, I did that.  I got out of the bed this morning.  Barely, but I did it. KICK ASS – I am not sure I did kick ass truly but at least I tried. REPEAT – OK, I will see tomorrow. Only three things.  I think I can handle that.  I would add one more here, “Stay Humble.”  I look forward to welcoming tomorrow.

Lazy Blue Sunday: Raining Too

It is raining in Seattle.  I actually get so relieved when I hear sound of the rain.  This one tiny little thing has been bothering me for a while so I decided to have a very lazy Sunday.  Pajama all day Sunday.  My quality life however can’t be affected so I had: Starbucks Kenya Almond Cherry Pie from Seattle’s finest, High 5 Pie And Ginger, my overweight Chihuahua So I have to say, I still had a lovely Sunday.  I stayed inside all day but I am not regretting a bit. It is raining in Seattle.  I kind of like it too.

No Word Expresses: Sept 5th, 1992

Gainesville, Georgia on September 5th, 1992. Millions of emotions were going through out my body when I saw this photo.  This kid in the photo most likely doesn’t have any understanding of KKK or what his parents are doing.  He doesn’t see any difference between this African American State Trooper and him.  He doesn’t see the color.  He doesn’t see the reason why he is wearing this funny looking head thing.  However, this kid more than likely will be raised to hate non-White people.  I hope he doesn’t. By looking at this photo and thinking about my friend, I thought that we, adults are responsible to teach young children true freedom.  Giving them knowledge to decide what they want to do and to be in the future.  Parents of this kid in the photo are raising their kid to be KKK (I assume).  But if he didn’t want to be that?  What if he wanted to play with African American neighbor kid? 1992.  It’s just 23 years ago.  Has our society gotten any better since …