THROUGH THE BROWN EYES OF A CANADIAN-KOREAN WOMAN
How do you teach your children the right things, in the right way? How? How do you get them to understand what you know from life and the order of things? How do you put all the things in life into words so that they may understand it? How? What logic can you put life experiences into? How do you lay it all out so that it’s understandable at the
Okay, so I have Asian eyes. Yes. The very Korean looking, Asian eyes that you see on TV or any kind of Asain show. Now, I can say “I had Asian eyes”. I hope I’m not offending anyone by saying this but I did have those eyes and now I don’t. I have the post-surgery Asain eyes. LOL As you can see, I have no double eyelid and I used
Everyone has some kind of turning-point in life. Whether it’s religiously or just in their daily routines. There comes a time when life takes you on a different path. I had my turning point last week. I went in for a usual and annual health check that made me go for a more thorough exam. A biopsy.
Life always hits you with surprises. It never fails to. Always, something unexpected. Abruptly it just comes up without warning. When those moments pass, you look back and pat yourself on the back. Congratulating yourself on how good you got over that life bump. Telling yourself how good of a job you did. But as you’re slowing approaching that climax. The one tiny top peak point, you’re dreading the moment
After the whole accident we had with Andrea last weekend, I think everyone in our family has had a hard week. Well, the week isn’t over yet so let’s say we’re just having a tough time. Ever since I got home on Sunday from Andrea getting treated at the clinic, my back has been aching so much. Right where it goes from my neck to the back of my shoulders.
Why does Jenny Han always have to be bang on with her writing? She makes me feel so guilty or sometimes even jealous. Not of her. But of the characters in her books. She shapes them so well! Then she makes me think of me. She ends up making me look back as a girl, as a teenager, as an adult, as a woman and then lastly as a mother.
The apartment that we live in has a great community. We share many things and we also get together to find ways to make living in this apartment safer and better. It’s already pretty great but there is always room for improvement. The community leaders and council members gather up and get ideas together for community events and different volunteer work. What I got to do yesterday was one of
What do I say? What do I write? What can I say? What can I write?I never liked writing. I’ve said this before. I just hated writing.The only reason I started a blog was so that I can REMEMBER everything. Cause I have a really bad memory-card in my brain. I think I might just not have a good processor or whatever the hell you call the thing that makes
Okay. So I have been pushing this aside and literally forced myself to NOT watch this movie for a while. I wanted to read the book before I saw the movie. The reason being, I knew it was going to remind me of my high school days. I knew it would bring back flash memories I didn’t want to remember. For some odd reason, as soon as I saw the
