Kristil Clear
8.17.2010
Kilimanjaro, Africa [1]
7.19.2010
Adrenaline of a Lifetime
6.08.2010
Oh Summer
5.27.2010
It's All about the Pose
The rough push and pull of the currents
The warm water in my cupped hands as I paddle
The wind playing with the tips of my hair
The sunlight glinting,
The friendly blueness inviting,
The seawater spraying,
It was the perfect day, the perfect life.
5.13.2010
Dear Gatsby,
1.01.2010
Banana?
ABC (American Born Chinese) – That’s what one lady called me, almost teasingly after hearing blatant American accent in my stumbling Mandarin. My cousin threw me a grimace, bargained for me, and away I went with a happy purchase in one hand but a sickly feeling in my stomach.
I looked exactly like everyone else in the teeming night market: tan skin, long black hair, and curious ebony eyes. We all crowd stalls of trinkets, shoes, food, and clothing, trying to snag the cheapest prices. We all love to drink sugarcane water and eat almond jello. But I was not like them, and I felt like a stranger in a foreign world with a face that just happened to blend in.
As I see those uniformed teens going home late at night on mopeds and the cute Asian couples that dot the streets in the wee hours of the morning, I wonder to myself, Wow, life here is so much freer than mine. Today in the U.S, parents are extremely reluctant to allow their children out of the house alone at 9 o’clock, let alone 1 AM. The sense of safety and trust that pervades Taiwan is shocking – it’s almost like this little country has created its own bubble, shielded from the looming horrors of the outside world.
For four straight days, I delighted myself in the delicacies of my ancestral culture: dumplings, rice porridge, sesame mochi, egg rolls, fried rice, and so much more. I wandered through the small stores crammed with jewelry, scarves, and obnoxiously loud salespeople. I learned how to call my own taxi and direct him to my destination with smooth Chinese. Yet, all the while, I felt drawn to the emanating American brands of McDonald’s or Starbucks Coffee just around the corner.
It’s like straddling the fence, a fence dividing two very different cultures. One cultivated through the centuries with the rise and fall of empires; the other built on diversity, opportunity, and freedom. These thoughts came rushing into my mind as I stood in the subway, watching hordes of Chinese people of all ages swarm around me. It's like seeing life through two lenses. For all we know, every "truth" has two sides to it, and I, for one, love seeing both.