About Me:
I never really know what to write about myself. Honestly I feel that my life isn't worth reading about. All human lives are alike in the way that we all suffer through trials, overcome some of the obstacles in our lives, go through love and loss, find triumph in victory and success, and eventually find ourselves through our unique experiences that are similar yet different at the same time. As someone put it once, same situations, different circumstances.
But if you really want to know something about me, I guess I can try to amuse you for a while. I like the sound of rain, how it splatters on the roof and especially how it sounds when a rainstorm first begins, with little drops that can either quickly or slowly amass into a crescendo of noise. I like standing in the rain, purely for the sensation. I like to collect little souvenirs from life: train tickets, brochures from art exhibits, random pictures, etc. Listening to live classical music always brings tears to my eyes. It never sounds as good on cd as it does in person. I like to laugh a lot, even at little things that most people don't find funny. I have a tendency to giggle at odd moments. My life is probably composed of little moments that have brought me either great happiness or great sorrow--and moments of hopelessness in between. But I like to think that I always have hope in the end. You cannot really live unless you have some sort of hope in you.
I tend to fall in love a little with the beautiful souls who touch my world, whether male or female. This isn't to say it's falling in love the conventional way, but more along the lines of how two souls connect in a world where connections are not as revered as they ought to be.
This is me out in the world searching for meaningful connections with people who have something interesting to say.
Got questions? Ask away.
About My Writing:
I would describe my writing as very simple but filled with heart and emotion. I tend to stay away from overly complicated sentences and stick to simplistic styles. Most of my stories are about the Hmong people while my poems are more personal. Some have asked why I choose to share my work online (where plagiarism is rampant and work can easily be stolen). I suppose I could always keep all my writings locked up in a safe and bury it underneath three levels of steel-and-cement. But--what purpose would that serve? So that one day, a thousand years from now, archaeologists will dig them up and proclaim, "Ancient Garbage Writings Found--Free Toilet Paper"? No, that won't do. I guess I'm sticking to the belief that one of the best things a writer can do is be generous--generous with her work, her thoughts, her words, her stories, her ideas. If they're good enough, maybe they will improve the world in some way--whether through an enlightened mind, a redeemed social movement, or the flicker of hope in a darkened soul.
So you see... I would rather take the chance of petty internet thieves and hopefully bringing something good to this world... than to be selfish with a gift that I was given.
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