I smiled. I couldn't help it. It was just one of those memorable scenes that you want to store away in your mind for a rainy day.
My friend's cousin, a girl only in elementary school, was the centerpiece.
I smiled. I couldn't help it. It was just one of those memorable scenes that you want to store away in your mind for a rainy day.
My friend's cousin, a girl only in elementary school, was the centerpiece.
What the heck is a blog?
Originally called a Web Log, blogs have evolved into periodic (sometimes daily, sometimes hourly) postings of whatever the author wants to write, be it a dairy or a list of interesting web sites.
I've played with the idea of adding a blog to this site too. It could append my weekly rambles as random filler thoughts. Ramblogs, I could call them.
"He's handsome," said the hairdresser in Cantonese. She walked behind the lady cutting my hair and patted her shoulder. They smiled at each other.
In broken English my hairdresser asked, "Where you from?"
"New York," I replied. "I just moved here about a year and a half ago."
"The entire American society is out to get Asians."
That line sums up the feelings of a sub-culture of Asian Americans.