The Perfect Morning


The gentle breeze of the ocean air fused with the gentle calm of the waves signals it's time to wake up. There is no alarm clock—it just feels natural to wake up to chase the light of day. Excitement starts to brew to another day of adventure—another day of living. 

And as I go deeper into a meditative state of the mind, I'm just so appreciative of this "perfect day" that is to come. A conflated mind layered with traffic jams of ideas begins to converge into a narrow road...leading to pure silence. It's time to wake up, smell the coffee, and go out for my morning run. 

Daylight is creeping up with the ocean to my left and the mountains to my right. No music is necessary as the orchestra is playing in the background surrounding me—children laughing and peddling their bicycles towards school, the ocean waves beating against the battered rocks in unison, and the angelic sound of nature.

ZzzzzZzz! A cold shower! It's been a tradition, and it's my perfect way to start the day off. And even after years of cold showers, you can never get old of that instant rush of chilling frost over your warm body. Goosebumps. That feeling when you know you're alive and human. Goosebumps turn into smiles, and you realize your day has started. It's time to live. 

Growing up in Chinatown...


...as told by a young, naive, but pretty happy kid.

7AM: Little rays of sunlight creep through the shanty curtains that tickles my eyelids to announce that Morning has arrived. However, I already know that the day has begun not from the reflective beams of the morning rays but by the sounds of emphatic debate from Chinese passersby, mostly elders, on their way to morning tea or Tai chi. This is waking up in Chinatown...

8AM:I lazily untangle myself from my covers in an attempt to wake up while every little movement produces a loud screech from my metal bunk bed (knowing fully well my sister below me and parents beside me are still trying to sleep). It's Saturday, and Pokemon is on the WB channel at 9 am!

9AM: We don't have a bathroom, so I brush my teeth in the kitchen sink and proceed to use the communal toilet in the hallway that is shared by 20 other families. The grandma in apartment #4 always has her door slightly bolted next to the communal toilet to make sure people are respecting "her" toilet. She's scary. 

10AM: The Chinatown Library is opening! I race up the hill and down Powell street to claim my computer spot in line before the library opens. The doors open, and it's a race to grab the first 1-hour limit of computer time to play MUD (Multi-user Dungeon). Besides sports, playing games like MUD would ultimately become my passion for a good chunk of my youth.

5PM: Holy crap, I forgot to eat lunch. Probably because the boss hunt was so intense. The library is closed for the day, and it was a good day because I "leveled up." Success never felt so good. I follow Stanley and his older brother down to "Chinatown Playground" on Sacramento to hang out with the "cool kids." All these big kids with their oversized North Face puffy jackets and slick haircuts are just lounging around...they seem so cool. Yeah the cool kids, I thought.

7PM: Dinner time. Oh my god. Frog again? Whyyyy? "It cures cancer." However, I've already come to disbelieve anything my parents say about food since they say eating certain foods will cure cancer or give you better eyesight. Why we gotta be so Chinese... 

8PM: Crap I still have Chinese homework to do! I'm dreading having to recite this Chinese poem about the moonlight on Monday. Why do I gotta go to English school AND Chinese? Life is so unfair...

9PM: "Stop playing your Gameboy, you're going to go blind!" Pokemon and Gameboy pretty much made me the first one in my family to become nearsighted. You should always listen to your mother...

10PM: My bedtime routine usually consists of going to bed and fooling around until 10:30 pm before my mom comes in and yells at me and my sister to go to bed.

...what a great day. Looking forward to going to the library again tomorrow to play MUD.