Personal, relationships

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Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt like a very long, very sad day. We were both hurting for different reasons. Me because of one of the many little deaths out of which life always returns, and he because of the ugliness he had encountered that day with his students.

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Beauty, Cambodia, Expat, lifestyle, Music, Personal, Phnom Penh

Titanium.

This past weekend I worked with rising star and Cambodian singer Nikki, who I featured in my last post for her VEVO music video “Home For Dinner”. She had decided to cover Sia’s song “Titanium” to add to her growing collection of YouTube vids and wanted to create a video that showed her take on women of today and the power they hold: to please, to hurt, to change.

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Beauty, Cambodia, Expat, lifestyle, Personal, Phnom Penh

Scrawls on the wall.

Wall

At the AWC luncheon yesterday at Terrazza, I got to sit next to the finest lady at the table: my mom. Over Waldorf salads and pappardelle, we laughed about how someone she met that week was baffled that I could be her daughter; not because of my cocktail of an Asian heritage…but because I’m blonde! Obviously not natural, friends.

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lifestyle, Personal

Technology: the bullying tool for cowards

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Cyber bullying has been around since we first got our internet on an AOL disc and to log on to instant messenger we listened to the bleeps, blurps, and buzzing of dial-up. Kids in middle school, some friends even just to be cheeky, would get snarky online or create fake accounts to make comments about my race or something about who I “liked” at the time. I lived in a predominantly Caucasian community, so comments about fortune cookies and sideways vaginas were about as lethal as one would get. Once I was asked what it was like to be the only Asian in school and that I should only be using chopsticks. I rebutted, “at least there’s an Asian Angel in Charlie’s Angels and not a fat one!” The girl messaging me was overweight, we were young, we were being mean to each other. Sad facts.

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