My name is Tracey. I love languages and I love the way that people communicate with each other. I love music and I'm a very bad driver which makes sense, since I'm Asian AND female. I live quietly, but my life is often full of brilliant sparks and happy moments. Let me share them with you.
Chinese people choosing English names.
“Frog”. Seriously?
(Reblogging from my ‘fake blog’ chrasycakes, beause I thought this was hilarious/embarrassing and needed to be shared again. I am so glad my mother never named me something like “Trickle” or something because it “sounds nice”. I got named after a newsreader instead.)
Hey, humans are small aren’t they? Isn’t that why the things that are important to us get so large and seem so far away? But that smallness gives us the ability to tremble with joy when those precious sights get smaller and closer.
Even if we are separated, even if we never see some things together, I’ll still tell you all about what I’ve seen, as long as you tell me all about what you’ve seen.
reciprocation #01
There were so many people, but we kept on floating through. I could never completely lose track of you.
There are traces of you in so many of my memories, just like I hope there’s a Tracey in many of yours.
