Hmonglish
.5 generation. Born in a refugee camp in Thailand. Raised in Minnesota and California. My blood is rooted in Thailand, my future remains undefined in America. A double helix of Hmong and America. This blog is an attempt to mystify and demystify, to speak and to listen, to search and to present, to rebel and to obey, to define and to dissolve. To give voice to the constant war that rages inside of "who am I?", wants to say.
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Paige and Payton at their 1 month Soul Calling ceremony to welcome them into the world. Mom gave them their Hmong name: Kauj Noob and Kauj Hli. Daughters of Sun and Moon.
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Time flies by fast. I’ve dropped my research of 30 Days of Being Asian Project. That was a little more than a month ago.
It’s hard to remember that I’m Hmong; that I’m Asian, when I don’t have my attention on it. When I’m not surrounded by Asian languages or faces. That’s absurd right especially when I live in SAN FRANCISCO! I see them but I don’t SEE them. Faces of color blends into the color of being human.
I was at Union Square and Westfield mall the other day and started counting the Asian faces I saw. I didn’t get far. I looked and looked. Maybe I’m looking too hard. It’s like finding Waldo among a crowd of people on a page.
I have yet to look another Asian stranger in the eyes.
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Kenan and I went to the Asian Art Museum to celebrate our Asianness. We visited the Shanghai Exhibit. It was intereting. I especially enjoyed the information about how the modern Chinese woman was depicted as having a family, being social and sexual. I learned a lot about China and it’s history through Kenan.
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Simple and Beautiful!
This video was made to the poem, How to be Alone, by Tanya Davis (2009).
