Ophelia Chong
A true multi-tasker: illustrator, designer, teacher, networker and writer of short blasts of pent up hot air.
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How will Americans see us now? Will we be a threat of a different nature? Say economic prejudice?
I see my present through my online past. Blurry images and partial thoughts haunt me in the HTML graveyard.
If you can't play with a sense of humor, why bother?
My early years with my mother taught me how to think outside the box. I learned how to use one tool a dozen ways.
One of my most vivid memories was at the age of 7 when I had a loose tooth. Using TV as a guide, my mother wanted to yank it out.
The controversy about Manny Pacquiao's and gay marraige this week is yet another reminder to be more vigilant about what we repost and tweet.
Losing someone close to you is when you shut down the senses; you cannot hear, touch, feel, see, or taste.
During one of our breaks we were walking through the town square when he turned to me and said, "They all must be saying, 'what is he doing walking with that Chinese lady?'"
For the past year I have written about Asian Americans, and with each piece I tried to speak about what it is to be Asian American in Los Angeles. I now see that there are no defining walls that separate me from them, us from you.
Asians are not an invisible group that exists outside the mainstream: They are marrying outside their ethnic groups, living outside their communities, and have been weaving their stories into the cultural heritage of this country.
Love is a roll of the dice, whether you have all the control or none.
As a person who is very proud of her Chinese heritage, I am distressed at how the same people who invented the compass could loose their bearings over greed.