‘Cuz us Cali gurlz are like totally way deeper than u think.
It’s December, and the sun kisses my face as I open the door to walk to the bus stop. My sweater is slung over my bag, just in case I get chilly later. The streets are lined with fallen autumn leaves as they are barely starting to change colour. And then I remember all the lovely things about being in Los Angeles again. Continue reading
What’s on your tongue?
Whenever I tell someone that Vietnamese is my first language, I often get a shocked reaction. (Well, the majority of the people who get to know me. [Some] people who try to engage me based on my looks alone are convinced that I cannot speak English…but that’s a post for another day.) This shock results from one of two reasons: Continue reading
I have A LOT of perpetually late friends. And my siblings seem to operate on a different clock. And by late, I don’t mean five minutes. I mean thirty+ minutes. I don’t know why, especially since I’m a very punctual person (usually). Fate probably brought them to me to test my patience. Or I was brought to them to make them more punctual (although this seems to be a failed plan fate!). Or maybe it’s true that opposites attract. Continue reading
I am a notorious song cheater. You know when you and your friends have special moments with a song and consider it ‘your’ song. Well, I have these moments with different friends with the same song. I didn’t really notice this until my close friend called me out.
My dearest Jamaica,
I left you on Friday, and although I should be unpacking, I can’t help but think about you. So I will let myself think about you a little more and confess the things that have been hard for me to say. Continue reading
I can’t remember the exact moment it happened. Probably started when I graduated high school, when my aunts teased me about freedom from my mom and encouraged me to start looking for a mate. But it was a gentle prodding then. After I graduated college, it seemed like everyone started shoving me down the aisle, reminding me that my youth was quickly fading, I should stop running wild (because we all know that I am such a wild child), and fertilize my eggs . Continue reading
Cindyrelisha is the protagonist of the Jamaican comedy play, Glass Slippaz. It’s a tale of the modern, Jamaican Cinderella. And it’s my tale.