January 27, 2015

The Chinese Word for Good-bye

I love the Chinese word for good-bye.




Whenever I have the opportunity to say 再見 instead of good-bye, I use it.

再 zài = again
見 jiàn = meet

再見 literally means: Let's meet again.

And I love that sentiment more than: Have a good bye.

Unless, I dislike you.

In which case, bad-bye.

January 20, 2015

Why I Can't Take My Mom to Some Places

A few years ago, my mom and I went to Hokkaido Island on a tour with my aunts and grandmother.

It was three generations of Chen women vacationing together for the first time and I loved it.

I also loved the lavender farms and hot springs that Hokkaido is known for.

Especially the hot springs.

Because it's every girl's dream to see her mom and aunts buck-naked.

Every single day.

It was a special feature I hadn't planned for.

My mom and her sisters were also in nirvana because of the fresh seafood they got to eat at almost every meal.

I was not quite so happy; seafood and I don't get along very well.

One day, we went to this attraction where there was a fish tank by the entrance.

The surroundings were pretty plain and non-descript.

My mom asked:

我們要吃飯了嗎?(Wǒmen yào chīfànle ma?) Are we going to eat now?

I think my mom had sushi dreams.

I replied, "We're not going to eat, but yeah we'll kinda see some sushi and sashimi around."

Because we were at the aquarium.

January 14, 2015

Modesty and Dim Lightbulbs

I'm not too modest to say:

In a box of dim lightbulbs...

...I shine the brightest.

It's all about perspective, you know.

Did I just humble-brag?

January 11, 2015

The New Year

Happy 2015, guys!

Even though I'm 10 days late.

Guess what my New Year's Resolutions were?

I think I've just broken all my resolutions in one go.

We're off to a great start, 2015!

December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

My cute mama works in the garment industry in New York City making clothes for specialty retailers.

A couple of months ago, my mom mentioned they were making some funny-looking sweaters at her company.

She said, "I don't know what they're for but they're huge sweaters with holes for six heads."

I started laughing and said they're probably Christmas sweaters.

My mom replied, "White people are weird."

Then she promptly brought one home to giggle over and take pictures in.

Too bad my mom didn't bring home the 8-headed one.

The sweater is now making rounds with the family and is currently on a ski trip with my uncle's fam and their friends.

That sweater is more popular than me.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from my ugly sweater family to yours!

My mom and little cousin took the inaugural Chen Family Ugly Christmas Sweater picture.