This afternoon around 3:00pm. After we stepped out of Guggenheim Museum and walked toward Park Ave, I looked up and saw this unique pattern of clouds hanging in the sky.
I,Ich, Yo, 我! It is difficult to introduce myself since I am the person who is least likely to see myself upfront, unless with the help of a mirror. Kitchen is my home and I find great fun in making different combination of things there. It is the place where I am in full control and there is endless possibilites I can try out.
I love my mom and my grandmom and we are trinity in the sense that we follow our fate and repeat it in a cycle. I can see my middle age and my old age from them, and they see their younger years from me. Life is such a crude thing that it is never possible to go back to the past or jump into the future. We bear with it, with tears and tolerance, and the hope that someday we can fly out of the cycle.
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