It's weird to not post for a few days.

Dare I say, it makes me feel as if a part of me is missing? Am I somehow emotionally dependent on this thing? No, I am not going to answer that.

It's not that I haven't been writing, per se. I have a nice collection of entries sitting in the Drafts folder of the blog. I have well-intended posts that never end up seeing the light of the day for whatever reason.

Well... how about some updates?

- Serious conversations and diligent research will take place over the next few months as to Summer 2009: Life Beyond California. Yes, I am very serious about moving. There are certain conditions that will have to align themselves for this. (A job being #1.)

- At work today, a family came in to scoop out the after-school program. A little girl, about 5 years old with a classic bob cut and straight bangs peeked into my classroom. Not only is her name Wendy too, she and I had the exact same haircut when we both came to America from China at 4 1/2 years old. Can we take a moment to sit with the sheer sentimentality and serendipity of this encounter? (...) Okay, thanks. I hope she will come back soon and be my friend. The story of immigration and assimilation will always be a crucial part of my identity, and seeing this little girl and the journey ahead of her filled me with joy, anxiety, empathy.

- I watched a History Channel documentary tonight on Cambodian-American gang violence as research/inspiration for a paper. May actually lead me to the path of writing about the trauma of genocide for my Senior Thesis (next semester). Oh you know, genocide... that little thing.

- I also found out that Lon Nol, the president of Cam before the Khmer Rouge invasion, had eventually settled in Fullerton. For a second, I entertained the idea of trying to track him down. Then I did a google search and learned that he died in 1985. Wah.

- Does anyone want to go to Long Beach with me to see Little Cambodia Town?

- There are 3 weeks left of school. No. Yes. Yes? YES. This is wonderful but incredibly stressful because this means I need to seriously kick procrastination in the ass and get my shit done. The end. (I figure if I say this enough, I'll believe it and actually finish everything.)

- I received an email from my friend in India this week. Basically filled my heart with everything that is good and beautiful. But also sent me through a few days of upset. Distance is difficult. I know, a simple truth but a statement filled with a lot emotions.

Alright, over and out.