There are tons of emotional meaningful content on the Internet, but video clips of someone convincing another person not to suicide always get me. That kind of clips contains a lot of things that are beyond my knowledge and emotion. I majored in Public Relations – a critical part of my career is to pursue people to do something. Sometimes you have to negotiate to pursue. And most of the times, to negotiate means to compromise. Yet in what way can one person compromise with another person being on the edge of a suicide? It’s truly a win-lose but very delicate…Leave a Comment
Some days ago, I texted the guy who hosted my blog for free and asked how he has been doing. He went back to Vietnam 4 months ago after maybe nearly 10 years living in the United States. He is one of a very few people I respect in Texas. While almost everyone will tell you how dumb you are when you date an abroad student (just like you) or you should get some fake marriage because that’s what a good child is supposed to do so you can pay your parents’ investment back, he simply told me to just do whatever makes me happy.
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The Pink Room I always need some time to cope with a new room or a new house. Moving in feels like to be forced to make best friend forever with a total stranger who I don’t know if they’re a good fit or have some bad habits I can’t stand. Thus I rarely arrange my room when I just move in (beside another reason that I’m an lazy ass). I would wait for some days or weeks until I get to know the room, the windows and the light better, until I feel ready to make a commitment with…Leave a Comment
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It’s been quite a while since my last journal. I was so caught up with the release of Moonbow Express Platform 3 that it had been the only thing in my mind for days. Creating the MailChimp’s template, making a promo video, sending out the PDF versions, editing all kinds of documents… I enjoyed doing all of those but at the same time, it drained my energy and took up so much time. Also, the quest of finding a sublet here in Boston hasn’t helped at all. Okay, it was a nightmare to be honest.Leave a Comment
Not all PR practitioners are evil Sometimes I hate my career as a Public Relations practitioner so much because I think it is everything fake about this world. Even more terrible than its sibling, Advertising, PR’s mission is to trick you to love the clients it serves while pretending to not do so. For example, if Advertising constantly tells you straight-forward to buy this cool product, PR in its pure form will say, “Okay, I love you no matter what. You are my angel. By the way, do you know all of the angels up there use this cool product? Nah, you…One Comment
I- The Lone Star Maybe you don’t know just yet, but “Lone Star” is Texas’s nickname. On May 16, I spent the last night with my Lone Star. I came to Texas 5 years ago, much more innocent and less cynical. There have been so many things happening here, things I would never forget as they already became a part of who I am. But do I love Texas? Funny how things are, you know. Some people you love by choice, because they’re cool, they’re beautiful or they get you. But some others, you only feel the connection after winding…One Comment
Today while panickily packing my stuff to move out, I realized that everyone around me was celebrating their graduation. My former classmates in Communications department have flooded my Facebook news feed with bright smiles and shout-outs for weeks. As for myself, I decided to skip the ceremony like the last time I did on my community college’s graduation day. Not being sure about a plan for a Master’s degree, I realized that I possibly already missed the last commencement of my lifetime. As I became aware of that, for a moment I freaked out wondering if later in life I…3 Comments
And by “baby”, I meant my car – the black 2-door Honda. At first when I handed the buyer the key and signed off the title, I didn’t think much. Actually, I wanted to sell it as fast as possible. These weeks have been pretty rough on me and I really needed to get one thing off my mind. As they were driving my baby away, I felt relieved.
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Some days ago, a young friend of mine texted me and asked if I knew the definition of love, or more on point, how to know if he really loved that girl he was seeing.
“Sure I like her a lot,” he asked, more curious than confused. “But is there anything missing which I should know?”
There are days I wish I could be good at some other things besides writing. It’s not that I’m superb at writing, but I’m only good at it and terrible at pretty much anything else. Once in a while I wanted to do something else to earn some money. I tried, I tried real hard but no matter how much I did, I failed. In the end, writing was like a bitchy wife waiting for me at home and laughed at my miserable distorted face when she saw me dragging my legs back home, no money, no nothing.Leave a Comment