There was this one night last winter, where a couple of us got together and made hot chocolate. We made a huge mess, but everyone was laughing and having a good time. Even though it is a small moment, it is one of my favorite memories of my friends and I.
When I was younger, my dad used to bring me to the park, where they were making a mosaic piece. I remember wanting to grow up to be a mosaic artist.
Since moving here, I have actually had waves of homesickness but I would never actually share that with people.
As gymnasts, my teammates and I have shared so many memories that not many other people will get to experience and I am so thankful for all of these girls who have contributed to my successes.
John Lennon Wall
One of the less exciting moments of that trip, but one of my favorites, was visiting the John Lennon wall and just watching people come and go, spray painting, while a group of guys were sitting on the side with a guitar, singing Beatles songs.
When I was thirteen years old, a group of bad men held up and robbed a bus that I was riding on. They pushed me out of the bus, took my things, and then shot me. I spent a month recovering in the hospital.
I do not talk about any memories here. I do not talk very much here. My English is not very good.
When I came to New Jersey, I looked everywhere for a job. I had a bachelors degree and good grades, but everyone turned me away because I could not speak English very well yet. I wish more people knew about how hard it is to find a job here when you are not from America, even if you are smart and have a good education.
Sometimes when I hang out with my friends, we do really stupid things that I am too embarrassed to talk about. There was this one time when my friend and I came across a mud puddle, and we just laid down and rolled around in it for a long time.
I do not feel like there is anyone I trust enough to listen to my problems.
Romance Is Not Dead
When I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad took me to New York to visit some relatives. On the way back, we were waiting for our train at Grand Central when I saw this young man standing next to us, holding a bouquet of roses wrapped in brown paper. They were really nice roses, not like the kind you get at grocery stores or Kmart. He stood there for a few minutes, and then a young woman came running up to him, cried out his name, and jumped into his arms. I looked at my dad then and saw that he was also watching them. He had such a wistful look in his eye as he nodded and said, “That is how you do it.” For some reason, I felt like that moment was a revelation for me. It has been so many years, but I have never forgotten it.
I travelled to Puerto Rico once, and it was the loveliest place. But I honestly forget that it happened sometimes, and I end up not telling people about the trip.
I spend a lot of time just writing, drawing, and reflecting in my room. It is my safe space.
4th of July
The last time I saw my best friend was at the 4th of July fireworks. We have been living on opposite sides of the globe ever since then.
I usually do not tell people that I am a huge art nerd. I really enjoyed going to the Rembrandt exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum a couple years back.
I gave up my dream of becoming an astrophysicist because I was not confident enough in my ability to learn advanced mathematics and physics.
The last date I went on with my ex-girlfriend is a magical and bittersweet memory. We had a picnic in a meadow full of daisies and stumbled upon a curious fairy house in the woods.
When I finally ventured out of Manhattan on a run, I came across a really cool graffiti wall in Williamsburg. Since then, I try to detour through that neighborhood whenever I run.
Hitchhiking Across Canada
I hitchhiked across Canada while I was between jobs. I used to tell this story but people always responded with something like "flying is so much faster" so I stopped.
I wish I could share my memories of me and my siblings more often, but because they do not live in California, I never get a chance.
As much as I like modern architecture, it was actually more traditional edifices that inspired me to study architecture.
I used to play baseball, and I was a pitcher, and I pitched a lot of good games. I find that to be one of my better memories, but it never really comes up in conversation.
When I was eleven or twelve, I was at a family party, and a cousin who was younger than me fell into the pool without her floaties on. I jumped in and I saved her from drowning. I do not talk about it very much, though, because I am not an egoist like everyone else is these days.
I got myself into some dangerous situations when I was little, situations where I almost died. I do not like to talk about them because it makes me nervous just to think about them.
My husband and I lived in fear throughout the Cultural Revolution. We had everything taken away from us. Even now, I have nightmares about the things that I saw.
I am on a diet right now, which means I have to get a side of apple with my order right now instead of a side of bread.
I share everything with everyone! I guess that is something about myself that I do not usually share.
I got especially close to this boy named Misha. It was so hard to say goodbye to him when camp ended. In this picture, he is showing me a bouquet of flowers that he made to look like a "pirate skull!"
Catacombs of Paris
My favorite part of Paris was the catacombs. People look at me weirdly when I say that I liked looking at all the skulls and bones more than I liked looking at the art in the Louvre.
I do not talk about my little sister very much. Most people do not even know that I have a sibling.
Harry Potter World
I went to Harry Potter World over winter break! It was a blast, but I do not tell people because I am not supposed to like Harry Potter anymore at my age.
Cake Baking Competition
My sister and I won the cake baking competition at our school last spring!
Biking and Blackberries
I biked through the woods into an open clearing with lots of blackberry bushes and spent the entire afternoon just sitting in the grass and eating blackberries. It was one of the simplest but most therapeutic experiences that I have ever had.
I love to travel and explore the outdoors, but only when I am not with my family. They inevitably stress me out so much and ruin the experience for me.