Colors of Tomato

{February 13, 2008}   What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with me? This is one of the question I asked to my other self.

I am like most of the average female, like to have health, well being, and independence. Am I doing whatever I can to be a heathly well being lady?

Maybe not……Still smoking with my work buddies

Maybe not…..I am not execrising often enough.

Maybe not…..I am still not able to be focus about what I needed to do.

Maybe not…..I am allowing to too many disruptions in my life.

Those are my inner voices to myself. My another self try to communicate to me that I need to do something to fix it.

I set a list of new year resolution, just like most of the people did.

Where is the list? It is in my mind, discussing with my other self, my better self to come up with a plan.

A execution plan 🙂

Happy Chinese New Year to Everyone!


{February 5, 2008}   My longest hour!

One of my friend’s posted his longest hour on his blog, and asked what is yours longest hour.

My longest hour is……every-night before I fall asleep, running different thoughts in my mind about my life.

My longest hour is ……studying time, trying for my post graduate degree which I have been procrastinated for long period of time.

My longest hour is……waiting in-line to check-in at LAX Tom Bradley Terminal, I couldn’t believed that USA a well developed country, it needs to such take a long time to check-in and go through the security screening. The 3 hours process is ridiculous.

My longest hours is……each time when I am flying back to LA from my Christmas and New Years vacations from home town in China. No sure why I need to fly back, to a place there is no one longing for me, a place that I am not sure if I could called it home. Just a place where I go to work, and I live at.

My longest hours is……my anticipation for something good and meaningful to happen.

The rest of my hours, as same as many of you,

I work, I live,

Day in, Day out.

So, What is your longest hour?

Photos of the neighborhood where I was born:

The Kitchen - Where my dad and mom used to prepare for meals during my childhood time Alley -where I was born

et cetera