A picture is worth a thousand words. But who would be moved by just a few black and white images without captions or stories behind them? Ok, how’s about this? I throw in a few color photographs as well. Definitely not me. You can not convince me to vote for Clinton by showing me only her photos. Who the hell is she? if I may ask. I can easily mistake her with Monica Lewinsky. Indeed being a photojournalist forces me to write. I was never good with writing, even when I was in grade school and writing in my own language. I was always affraid of writing, afraid of the challenges, and did not know how to express my feelings on paper – not until now. It is definitely intimidated to be around journalists and fiction writers, who have books and writings published, by knowing that I just started to write and especially writing on the spot. After our facilitator finished passing out writing topics we had only 20 minutes to complete our writing. As I looked around me, everyone was just typing away and I still had nothing on my screen – white and empty. This is all I wrote for one of the writing exercise: “If everyday was Christmas, I would be fat and spoiled. I really missed my sisters’ and mother’s cookings. Last Christmas I went home for the first time in two years and was disappointed with their cookings. Had their tastes change? The cooked less Vietnamese food and more American-ish food, and I was not really impressed. When I have craving for homey Vietnamese food, I always think of home. Even if I can find the best authentic Vietnamese food here in the bay area, it is just not the same. Something is missing from the recipe and fish sauce is not one of them. I guess I miss the company and annoyance of all my siblings when we were much younger…”. That was it! that was all I came up with. That was just horrible compared to everyone else’s. But I am working on it as much as everything else in my life. Here is a good riddle from Carl, a science fiction book writer, for you to solve:
My grass is blue, my sheep are white,
My shepherds gold and silver bright.
My seas are still, my islands roam,
My fish swim high within a dome.
My countless diamonds light conceals,
Before and after dark reveals.
I am either wet or I am a void
And bring a heat you can not avoid
When I am dry. So what am I?
-D-
