Middle school
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If you look, you shall find. In my case, that little book by Edmondo de Amicis, translated of course. It made an indelible impression on my little mind and heart. Years later, it still does. That is, after I have come in full circle, have travelled and traversed the geography of the heart. That “diary” genre…
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That voice which slows toward the end of the song as the chord changes: “If you’re going to San Francisco…” accompanied by the 60’s signature tambourine, has died. But his one-hit wonder stays, perhaps more famous than the city itself. It’s a state of mine. A period in history, with in-depth expose by Tom Hayden…
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A speck of dust hit my left eye. It’s all red and feels painful. Then I thought of my friend from Junior High. He was drafted and went to war. Just to come back with one eye left. We have hung out at cafe, more than any other classmate since that time. Just a few nights…
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That summer in Jr High, I experienced a setback: Hapkido went wild, leaving me with a broken arm. The Kung Fu Hall already had my parents’ release, so even if it had been the fault of the visiting Red-Belt Master (who held up the brick, but moved it unexpectedly when it’s my turn to kick),…
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At the gym, I couldn’t help notice two guys with Mountain-Dew T-shirt. We can still have “black swan” scenario in our life time e.g. the US rises again from the depth of deficit (muscle memory), or someday a Hispanic president will seek a M&A with Mexico (will not be the first time the US offer…
Thang Nguyen 555 