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My ba was diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer the start of 2017. I wish the good flowers weren't always picked first, but I suppose that's how it goes. I want to thank you for all the love and support that's come from all directions during this time. And I wish you all to feel the type of true love from one another, with your hearts calm enough to look and open enough to feel.
Some say heaven is where we go after this, some say we are already in heaven. I've been thinking that maybe it’s everything from the past, the future, and in between when we exist in moments of love. If one day, we will reach a dimension where time is no longer relevant, all that will matter is each moment. And one day when we forget where our souls and spirits have gone, we will be alright knowing we have felt things this life so deeply, that even if our minds cannot remember, our hearts will know. We are pure; we are whole at our core. Our souls have taken refuge in these bodies to allow us to feel—things that move us, love for ourselves, and love for one another. And when we are no more, I can only hope it is because we have become this love. Until then, here are some photos from my earthly heaven with my dad over this last year before he became nothing but love.
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As I transition over to this new (york) city, I’m filled with memories from all the places I’ve lived and loved - all of things which bring me a sense of peace from within, especially when I lose my grounding at times. And when I am able to reflect on these moments, I am brought back to my roots, my childhood, and some of my innermost feelings (...I've got lots of these).
As time moves forward, we fall into variations of cycles in life. Once upon a childhood, my grandpa would scrunch my tights upon his hands, and create an opening for me to easily slip my feet into. Then upon some time later, I grew old enough to do it myself. I remember the day I slipped my socks on myself, with mixed feelings, knowing this signified a change of things, where I would slowly depend less on them, and more of myself. This summer, I find myself scrunching his socks around my hands as we sit quietly at the edge of the bed while I help him slide his feet into the openings. I guess I would never have gotten here if I had skipped step 2 in learning how to put my own socks on.
I want to dedicate this post to my grandparents, who have been my support since I popped out of my mama and right into their arms. My grandparents (and parents of course) have been more than great support, but also some of my truest friends in life. I am so lucky to have had them as such a constant in this life. Who knows what I'd be like if I hadn't... Maybe I'd like small children more than I do seniors... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Here are some shots of life back home in Seattle from this summer, after his socks went on.
Some time has passed since I left my home away from home. Here are my last shots I dug up before coming to New York -- a smattering of usual faces from my daily routines -- work and weekend market trips. Beijing will forever be the bustling city maintaining its charm through the haze and the horns. Thank you Beijing. Your faces, streets, and sounds are forever a part of me :)
Our lives are made up of routines. The routines quadrant being: seemingly sporadic, seemingly consistent, actually sporadic (which seems less of a routine), or actually consistent. Routines can be defined by something that happens on a scheduled basis—some more frequent, others maybe only a few times. I routinely make myself a cup of Jasmine tea every morning drinking it from the same mug before drawing on my eyes. I also feel my cat child four times a day (twice in the morning, and twice in the evenings…chubs). A new seemingly sporadic routine I’m working on is welcoming change into my life and working past the initial discomfort. Seemingly sporadic as the changes have all been unique, but the process of engaging in the change has slowly become more familiar.
I believe routines serve as the constant in our lives to help us quantitatively understand ourselves better; when we are allowed adjustment of variables to gauge what makes us feel what makes us happier, stronger, indifferent, and of course equally important, less happy.
Upon completion of my latest project, I’ve had the chance to spend some time in Seattle — exercising a combination of old routines and new ones picked up the last few years. While I’ve also brought old routines to Beijing, this was the first time I had consciously brought new routines back to Seattle, which led to bringing a new feeling of routined contentment. I used to tell myself that home is where your heart is, but I think it's something you take with you along the way.
While this was my first Christmas away from home, this was also the most sun-kissed one yet. When Sandy and Kevy J found I wouldn’t be able to take Christmas holiday due to my project, they decided to bring themselves to me by working out of the MullenLowe Profero Office in Singapore. How many times do we get to say coworkers took 8 hour layovers just to spend some time with us over Christmas? When we grow to love the ones we spend so much of our every day with, we are gifted the luxury for our work to be so much more enjoyable. How lucky am I to have found a team I can call my family.
During our time together, we managed to hop on a ferry last minute to Indonesia to Bintan Lagoon & Resorts [puzzling people when we arrived among the usual families and romantic getaway spot with our trio relationship (Was I their wedding photographer? Was Kevin the odd man out of this lesbian relationship? Were we… RELATED?] Thank you guys, and thank you MullenLowe Profero for making another family for me.
My time traveling between Chengdu, Beijing, and now Singapore have left me feeling restless at times. But while my surroundings have been ever changing since this summer, having those close to my heart always bring me back to a sense of stability.
I first met Sandra briefly 2 years ago at a Drink & Draw competition. While she posed comfortably on stage with her pizza box, I drew nervously below. I had a rumbling inside my bely that this might be the beginnings of a friend crush, but wasn't sure how to proceed uncreepily. So alas, as I watched her flip through the drawings, mine included, and make judgement, I decided to play it safe and lay low, positively unoffendingly. A year later, I find myself sitting next to her at work, having raised 3 pet fish together (RIP Sandsy, Dandry, Dandy), and spending our weekends drawing at our favorite cafe. Many of our favorite memories come from the unplanned friendships, or the subsequent findings or quick thinking on our toes. For example, when the Beijing Pizza Festival has a 2 hour wait, and you end up stumbling across a 60RMB all you can eat pizza buffet at Gung Ho Pizza with one of your besties, not to mention two for one beers.
I never would have thought that a part of the Great Wall of China would be a place I would ever consider familiar, but alas...after almost 3 years it is! And while I've gone up many times with my dear friends, this was the first time I was able to go with my sister, Iris. 8 years in difference can seem like quite a gap when you're young, and sometimes when you're old too. I am lucky to feel the gap closing in as time goes on. As my dad once said, may we grow closer as we grow older. I'm very much looking forward to the years I have ahead with you Iris. Thank you Ba Ma for setting me up with this one ;) And thank you to the whole gang for a lovely Saturday afternoon.
Any opportunity to bring people together is one worth celebrating. After graduating from Harvard Law (with honours!!), my cousin/brother from another mother, Chris, and longtime galpal, Thuy Dan, finally tied the knot after almost 10 years together. Though we gathered in celebration for the union of the two, the weekend also allowed for a heartwarming celebration of our families in more ways than one.
The weekend began with a Sun Family fam breakfast reunion, which quickly turned into excited preparations for the serious suckling (debatable) piglet we were to bring over to the Dinh home. As our families met at the lovely Vietnamese tea ceremony, we were welcomed with a home cooked feast (including that sweet pig), not to mention accompanied by the lovely flower arrangements done by Dan's sister, Thao.
As generations progress, and our families disperse all over the world, these moments serve as reminders and opportunities to bring us back to our roots--something in which we grounded. We often (at least I would) long to be closer to the ones I love geographically, but have found that in being away in home, the bonds I have with those I care for only deepen with time. Perhaps this is another example of 缘分 (yuan fen), or because we find different ways to communicate when not present. Either way, I dig it.
When we remember that we are really more alike than we are different, we are able to open our hearts and create unexpected bonds with one another. Love is a language understood by all, and smiling is the only universally understood sign across all cultures. I wish you all to have love in your lives as I so fortunately have in mine.
It's natural that as we spend so much of our time collaborating on various projects at work, we grow to become friends; but when we're lucky, we also grow to become a family (some would call this 缘分 yuan3fen4 -- a mix of destiny, fate, and opportunity). Perhaps part of growing so close also comes from being in a transient city like Beijing, where it's more common to meet someone from another city, than this one itself. Whatever the reason(s), I am grateful everyday for my home away from home. We learn together, we grow together, and at times say goodbyes to each other, but not today :) In celebration of Children's Day, we did quite the opposite -- by expanding our family even further with the Lowe Proferian minions along with some bubbles, magic, a semi-scary clown, and of course CAKE!!!
Here are some snaps from Children's Day at LPTech Beijing! Enjoy :)