Mantra

I am making a conscious decision to choose my inner passion over obligation to others.

It’s so hard to gauge my own feelings when I absorb the energy of those around me. I become a chameleon, wanting what others want.

I need the solace to think through what’s best for me. Otherwise I will be old and realize when it’s too late that I’m living my life for others, and not for myself.

What are my passions? Which are the dreams I want to chase?

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The indecisive polyglot

I have so many ambitions to learn languages to a certain level that I’m scared to write it all out. Too frightened to make mistakes. I overthink and end up not posting a blog entry. I am indecisive between what language to work on next. What makes the most sense? Which language speaks to me?

To a certain extent, each language speaks to me in a different way. And I hope to explore that in the course of the coming months in blog entry form.

English is the language of my wittiness and academia
Spanish is where I feel safe in my language wordplay, freedom to be sensual and defy expectations
Mandarin is my language of organizing, but it is also a language of expectation and other’s authority over me
Taiwanese reminds me of grandma, home, overdramatic teleseries & broken-hearted love songs
Arabic is the language of insurmountable challenge and the class that my boyfriend and I  took together
Korean is the language that has surrounded me my entire youth and the language my   Pakistani friend and I chose (unsucessfully) to be our “gossip language”
Tagalog is the language of my partner
Cantonese are both the seniors in my community work and the languages of middle school AZN friends who played handball, and HK pop icon Jacky Cheung (<3)
French is the souvenir from that long Quebec trip and that class where I first interacted with rich kids from the Upper East Side
Italian is senior year high school, professor leather boots
Latin is tutoring my friend in high school, declensions, and corny perverted Latin jokes
Brazilian Portuguese, Burmese, Vietnamese are travels in my favorite places
Hakka and Fuzhounese are the languages of loss and exile, after my paternal grandparents fled from Mainland to Taiwan

 

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正義

<手機上的短文>

正義

我們在美華裔、亞裔社區需求「正義」時,正義是否只限制於有關華人同胞才會動人心痛?

就「梁案」此詞彙意味去世的非裔阿凱·格里生命不值得提起。

如果一位警察,無論膚色,不幸地誤殺別人,按照「正義」的原則,那位警察員必須抵罪。

因為梁彼得的危害他人安全罪,阿凱·格里的母親無法挽回兒子的生命,格里家的五歲女兒再也沒有機會獲取父親再度的懷抱。

總而言之,梁彼得誤殺畢竟非「無罪」。除了犯人判斷之外,我們應藉由梁案呼籲市警局問責制。

此時此刻,憤怒的目標應該針對市警察向來對有色人群的暴力。

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07.24 Gratitude List

Thank you

blue linen pants with love from 貼心的母親 (tiexin de muqin)
can i measure ma’s love in Ferrero Rocher golden kisses
hazelnut dream
刮痧 (guasha) tiger balm soothe dizzy heat

playful pursed lip partner
who knows me
in baby voices
through and through
highway
getaway plan for two

blasting AC in Crunch gym
barbells on weekends without suits
pose of a dead man five minutes past dead
tilted head faces to industrial ladders and
falling brick façades
in meditation

Cantonese class on Sundays
above mass
Looking out to fire escapes and Toishan restaurants
Pell Street
Spaghetti-strap teacher butterfly clip eye-liner
rough speak, tough streets
Tong yun gai 唐人街
in a heartbeat

Intercambio en el centro de trabajadores
o digamos, centro de historias
ya que cada vez que voy
yo conozco a alguien
de Galicia
de Baranquilla
del mar
me esfuerzo encontrar
mi voz
propria y sonora.

And to slapstick and chisme
impressions with co-worker friends
Gracias / doh ze 多謝
Wasabi-dipped fried chicken
fruity framboise
egg-waffle ice creams
crunchy cricket tacos in Sunset
wild gesticulations turn of a hand squeaking smizing
and shoulders to lean on
and minds for whirlwinds
ideas for better world
puffing lavendar potpourri for peace.

Thanks for Tibetan momos and
iced milk tea of cardamom
for yoga from the roots
and time to meditate as
jummah prayers drift into Brooklyn apartment
Shirk the petty like a penguin and molten feathers
value all who/what matter most
in all its nakedness
delighting in the sun.

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Lightness

Despite pressure from all sides
clueless colleagues
passive-aggresive mates
hair-pulling idiots of the world

I must
balance a level of humor
that helps me
laugh it off
shake it off
flick off, sleep & repeat.

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Trans bathroom rights (& immigrants)

In May 2016, President Obama issued an executive order on nonbinding guidelines for public schools on access to bathroom and locker of the gender that transgender Americans choose.

Since then, we see Americans’ fear of the “threat” that transgender folks pose to cisgender counterparts. People say that they’re not transphobic, but we hear about how trans folks going to the bathroom will threaten the safety of all those inside.

Listen, people go to the bathroom to pee and poo; ain’t nobody got time for you. Perverts will be perverts. Why does the general public think that trans people are automatically perverts?! Americans are grossly mis-informed of what it means to be transgender. Furthermore the “trans threat” reminds me of a similar fear of gays in the anthology, “Toilet: Public Restrooms and the Politics of Sharing”  In this work, scholars point out how bathroom design are created to hinder sexual activity between gay males (not females). Bathroom stalls are created with crevices so that other bathroom goers can police “non-traditional” acts. City officials and universities remove bathrooms every time there are reports of people having sex. The threat of gay male sex is so strong that entities are willing to forgo restrooms in spaces such as parks and universities even if that means there will be fewer places for patrons to relieve themselves.

I’ve noticed that Chinese ethnic newspaper have sided with conservatives in this public bathroom rights discussion. One Flushing resident was frightened by a transgender individual at Target. In the weekly World Journal, there were two opinion pieces where one person stated that transgenderism was a “mental disorder,” calling trans folks “transvestites.” Furthermore, the writer asserted that “no LGBT people existed in the past; it is only now starting to surface perhaps because of evolution’s need to solve overpopulation.”

In seeing the surge of these articles in the Chinese media, I am more convinced that more of these conversations need to be conducted in languages other than English. How can community advocates in New York City have more conversations in Chinese about this? In the spirit of pride, I feel so much conviction in politcal engagement of our immigrant communities. gay and trans folks have always existed. and we are not a threat to your safety. bigotry and ignorance are the biggest threats to the safety of all.

Trans Taiwanese New Yorker Pearl Love was attacked on the MTA early May. Also think about recently deceased transgender activist Alisha in Pakistan. She was shot 6 times by a man who tried to rape her and taken to a hospital in Peshawar. But because doctors were too busy arguing over whether to place her in the men’s or women’s ward, Alisha died before she could receive a life-saving blood transfusion in a timely manner. Violence happen to gay and trans folks around the world – we as children of immigrant families in NYC need to be part of the solution in creating more political education opportunities for more folks in our communities, in languages other than English.

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Habitual Writing

Over-thinking again and now I haven’t written a thing in ages!

The more I write, the better my stories will flow.

There was a period of time where I wondered if I wanted to write. Putting pen to paper was just so difficult. But I realized typing is a better medium for me – if I could only stop getting so distracted. Sitting down to write about things that matter to you is hard & I realize that my attention wanders not out of boredom, but as a defense mechanism.

How can I sit down and type out the stories of taboo and silence? the hard-do-have conversations? Above all, I need that work-life balance because for me creativity always comes last when work and errands are in the mix.

Couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that a colleague of mine just produced his first play, three years after we had both participated in a program that helped us organize stage readings for our 10-minute plays.

Need to sit my ass down and think more. My writing can move people. My thinking can move people. My respect for myself derives in part from my respect to my own writing craft.

Cheers!

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