I got my hair done in Chinatown, and I got my eye brows done in Piedmont, by a Chinese lady. They both struck me as self-righteous types. I didn't like the way they did their jobs, and commented on how to change it, and of course, they resisted. They take pride in their creations. They are like artists. I don't like those qualities. Self-righteous. I am the same way.
My grandfather almost died several times in China, and Siberia. He was lucky that he had survived. My family is lucky that we exist. He is my idol and my hero since I was little. He is also my mother's hero. He did what he had to do... I'm always trying to do what I want to do-nothing really special there.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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