Hopefully it’s you and someone you care about. … More Whom do you write for?
It’s 4 am in Beijing now. I am awake, and I don’t think I can sleep at all tonight. It might be the coffee that I had at dinner, or I am just very upset about the final. Finals are always stressful, but this time, it is more. This is my last final in my … More The final final
It has been two months since my last blog. I made up my mind to write something since the first day I came back, but I am not sure what I am supposed to put in there. My life has been crazy since last December. Everything just happened so fast. About the election I was … More Some updates
My experience in receiving money as a journalist. … More The red packet
About the only and long-lasting scar on my body. … More The Scar
It’s like the eclipse of the sun. Bit by bit, the darkness corroded the bright light. Everyday, I lose a piece of myself. The self-loath floods back every night. I am standing there, knowing that I am about to drown. I have no one to turn to help. The internalization of agony takes its time. … More About the pain
The Hollywood Walk of Fame is packed with tourists as always. Everything here is the opposite of what it is supposed to be—stars on the ground, super-heroes busy taking photos, theaters not screening any movie. There are three Captain America(s) standing beside one tourist bus. People are excited about no particular reasons. This is probably … More A place about the past