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That Glass Ceiling, Break it

I was commissioned by The Guardian to write a 700-to-800-word article about Chinese women working in technology. After interviewing six people, each of whom with a distinct personality and an impressive story,  I wrote over 2000 words. The published version … Continue reading

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Feel like Frida

Today, no, it’s been days, I feel like Frida. Not Frida, the artist, but Frida, the woman. Maybe I need a Tequila.

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Legs, faces, and gaze

He comes and goes. She comes and goes. They come and go. Those legs, those faces, and that gaze. That gaze stays. But I tell you, it is actually fake, that gaze.

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portraits reviewed

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First School Day

A boy hurried toward the school gate, dragging a school bag one third of his body size and possibly too heavy for his size, panting and sweating. He was late for school. The very first day of the semester. He … Continue reading

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Modern Monks

While I never know whether Buddhists should stick to the ancient Buddhist lifestyle, it always fascinates me to see them in the context of modern technology. They, like mostly everybody else, seem to be obsessed by all kinds of gadgets, … Continue reading

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A Day to Be REMEMBERED

Today is June 7th, 2017. Three days ago, there was a vigil, the 28th in Victoria Park, HK.  If things had happened differently 28 years ago in China, this vigil might not have been necessary. If you don’t know what I … Continue reading

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Temple Street at Night

Sick, I don’t want to read or write or work serious jobs. Sick, yet not sick enough to stay in bed. So I go to the famous Temple Street Night Market, roaming through an Indian girl’s dreams, Cantonese dirty jokes, … Continue reading

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Re-Experience China: A Migrant Mother

  A slide door. An iron slide door. The kind that may remind you of a prison gate. She opens the door, we follow her in. A tiny studio with a kitchen and a bathroom, a bed and two bunk … Continue reading

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