New York in my memories has prolonged summers, yet has cheerful winters. That is the thought I have when I begin the title. Permanency has resided in the scorching summer. Although winter is the iconically long-lasting season in real life, like the Empire State Building and Chrysler, I had always felt New York was warm… Continue reading New York, New York! The Permanency of Summer. The Evernascence of Winter.
My Guest Blog for Solo Female Traveler Network: A Guide to Esfahan, Iran
Death, the eventuality of all men, is an unalienable right. To die properly and in lasting calmness, is fundamental to our living, yet gravely deprived in the modern reality. Above words condensed from the Tibetan milk I have been fed, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. The book illustrated points that put me in… Continue reading Tibet, of Life, Death, & Sex
Prior to landing, I was not aware the severity of the earthquake. Secluded from the negativity of headlines, I had the bleak idea that a national emergency was alerted in Mexico and many people had lost their lives in the double disaster of an earthquake and a storm. However, I was too naive to believe that Mexico City, as the metropolitan capital of a big economy, would stay intact. When I arrived at my Condesa flat, I witnessed the fallen bricks around my anti-seismic building. The social workers tied the yellow ribbons with red danger signs around the bungalows. Shops shut up. Grounds broke.
About New York
UNO. "Let me show you how he tied me up. In this hook, in this St Andrews cross - do you know what is St Andrews cross?" I sat down with my cup of matcha latte in the sunny day of Seattle. Casted against the glimmering maple leaves, Ian looked happy. He matched up a… Continue reading Seattle: Ian’s Fifty Shades of Grey
I. "Matcha Latte, oats." I walked into Old Country Cafe on the street of 34th at the west side. "Old style, sweetheart. You get it." Peter has known me by now. Same as Ally. I turned the hidden cafe into my daily office, and I only drank the oat milk matcha latte, like a crippled… Continue reading Gimme A Cup of Matcha Latte – Why URBANITE Starts II