Homeless- Finding Identity

I am that homeless man,

wandering from street to street.

My eyes are forlorn, sad, hopeless, I feel like crap, because people stare at me, they avoid my eyes, or they snicker at me.

I’m dirty and I’ve gone mad because flies are everywhere, my face is breaking out, and I don’t know where my next meal will come from.

I wanted to be a father once, I wanted to be good to my family, but I went out of control, gave into my alcohol obsession, my eyes became a blur and I felt f***cked up everyday. I hurt my wife, she had slashes across her face, her eyes, her soul.

It hurt to hurt my family, but now I am here, and no one cares.

I have no home.

These were my thoughts as I looked into the eye of a homeless man.

I am not that homeless man, but I know…that feeling.

If I didn’t shower for 10 days, I would already be mad. If one person looked at me with pity or condemnation, I’m already mad. Crazy. They say. I would feel the same, hopeless, without vision, without purpose, why should I live? No one cares, no one wants me, no one wants to be near me.

Yah, that homeless man you see, perhaps muttering to himself,

he was once a clean cut male, with maybe a family, a wife, children.

Perhaps, he was once an engineer, a business owner, a janitor, a policeman….or he never got there, never achieved his dreams.

But I hope, you will see a homeless person differently…because like any labels we put on someone- they are plainly human, just like you and I.

So don’t call them prostitute, rapist, drug addict, gang member, don’t call them delinquent, don’t call them criminals, don’t call them…

cuz they have a name. He or she, they have a name.

It’s time for us, the ones that have a vision, to touch lives by speaking into who PEOPLE REALLY ARE. We envision a brighter future for them by telling them who they really are, that they are loved and created for PURPOSE. That they were created for SOMETHING only THEY can do, NO one else can….because YOU are unique, like none other. There is NO ONE like you. 

Meeting Somaly Mam @ Project Futures @ SLS Beverly Hills Hotel

I’m the one on the right, in the middle is Somaly Mam- my hero!

My partner in crime, in fighting human trafficking through the beauty/fashion sector.

Dengu Fever – A Cambodian singer

Far-Fetched Dreams, now only one step closer.

When I was young, I thought I was a nobody, unwanted.

But when I realized that I was loved and created for every single desire in my heart- I spoke and things happened.

Yesterday I went to Somaly Mam’s fundraiser- she is this amazing Cambodian Survivor of human trafficking, founder of an organization that has saved more than 5,000 girls from brothels in Cambodia….and she is now my hero because of her courage to love, even though she was never given the love that every girl deserves.

In her beautiful Cambodia garb, she talked about how her friend, sold for 5 years as a sex slave, was thrown on the street, beaten by men, dirty and with HIV. She stopped her car and picked her up, washed her clean, and loved her unconditionally. She said she would hold hands with her, they wouldn’t have to talk, but they would just know, the love that is there, unconditional love, the love of knowing heart to heart.

I think I must’ve teared up 5 times, especially when I heard this one girl was stabbed right in the eye with a knife by a pimp. I gasped and wanted to die.

Somaly Mam has given me the courage to fight and to give my life to every single girl that is abused in this world. I wrote her a letter after reading her book “The Road to Lost Innocence”, and gave her a book as well. Though, I don’t know if she’ll read it, I believe she knows how much she is respected for her courage to be a role model for all of us, despite everything she has been through.

Though my future seems uncertain to other people, I know where I’m headed, and it’s somewhere called freedom. Freedom for girls and boys to be their true selves, to love unconditionally and to be loved unconditionally.

The perfect time will not come. It never does. Paths are made by walking.

I googled “creative entrepreneurship” and found Jonathan Mead, Illuminated Mind. I am seriously blown away by his thoughts and thinking. I now realize that I’m not the only one who is “discontent” with “how things are”. The creative entrepreneur seeks to break traditions and form unique identities within society- new ways that challenge social norms such as the 9 to 5 or work should suck, or we live to work.  Shouldn’t life just be LIVING OUT WHO YOU ARE TO THE FULLEST? Not just pretending you are some domesticated mute slavishly obeying rules?

Jonathan Mead- The problem arises when you realize that

everyone else has an idea of what you should be doing

with your time. In other words: if you don’t choose a 

purpose, someone else probably has one for you.

I realized that it’s not that hard to pay yourself to be

who you are. As soon as I chose a purpose for myself, it

became easy for me to see all the ways I could provide

value to others while following it.

You have to choose your purpose. You have to choose

the way you contribute value that is meaningful to

others. You have to find a way to pay yourself for the

value you share.

I want to help you make the change you want in

your life. Please don’t read this as entertainment. Do

something with it.

Because if you don’t implement, nothing will change.

No action, no results.

The perfect time will not come. It never does.

Paths are made by walking.

The Zero Hour Work Week- FREE

http://illuminatedmind.s3.amazonaws.com/0HWW.pdf

Japan Gots Their Hats On

I love these hates!  I have 2 fedoras from Japan like the ones below. I found this ridiculously CUTE website called www.ca4la.com.  J’ADORE with a big ADORE.  Here are some of my selections:

Taiwanese Vermicelli

Secret Recipes from My Mom

Taiwanese Fried Rice Noodle (Vermicelli)

Materials: Vermicelli, dried tiny shrimps, soy sauce, hondashi seasoning, mushroom, cabbage, meat, onions, dried onions.

1. Soak the vermicelli in hot water

2. Soak the tiny shrimps in hot water. Soak the mushrooms in hot water to soften.

3. Cut the cabbage in two and wash. Cut into tiny tiny slices.

4. Slice onions into tiny slices.

5. Throw mushroom (which has already been cut into piece) and onions into pan.

6. Start frying and also throw dried onions (you can get this at Asian markets).

7. Now add a little oil.

8. Continue pan “frying”, add cabbage pieces and vermicelli (having soaked in hot water).

9. Use chopsticks to sift through the pan and even things out.

10. Sprinkle soy sauce and soy saucer (the thicker type). Add some hondashi and pepper.

11. Add water if needed as you cook. I think that’s it!

Re-Thinking Reality

Look, I’m not asking you to become someone else. 

I’m asking you to think about why you do what you do.

Why do you laugh at “rape jokes”, make fun of women with flat boobs, why do you, though contrary to what you want to do, not stand up for what’s right. Because you know, you would never talk about your mom or sister like that.

How about this- why do you idolize celebrities? What is in their life that you don’t have? Is it money? Is it fame? Is it clothes? Why do we idolize them as though they are more than human? Goddesses and Gods?

How about this- why do you go to school, good schools, to get good jobs, to earn lots of money, to retire? Why do we do that? Is there any real meaning in life? And what is it?

I can say that, walking the path of “re-thinking my reality” was not easy. First, I had to be bullied when I moved to America, because I was foreign and from another country. I was Asian, so I was called “fob” even though I was born in Germany. I spoke little English, wore weird clothes and never fit in like the rest of society. I was a creature from Mars. Many of my acquaintances will testify of that, actually some of them are even my Facebook friends now (some who once bullied me).

So then, I could never really fit in, because I was already born in Germany, lived in Taiwan, and spoke little English- and physically, I wore weird clothes, everything added together was like….one big PROOF that I just did not fit in.

However, because I didn’t fit in, I was able to bubble my thoughts away from mainstream, conformist thought. I was able to think clearly in my room, walk observantly amongst crowds of conforming middle schoolers, and become my own “freak” of sorts. I re-thought my reality and became in tune with God who created me this way. I began to realize that perhaps I wasn’t that unwanted, that hated, that unloved, that outcasted…perhaps I really did have a home, a God who loves me.

That love came, poured, all over my life. In the worst of heartbreaks, turmoil, poverty, and suppression. Broke free and gave me freedom to be the woman I am today.

This is the same freedom I hope that each person I ever bump into will live in. This is the same freedom I want to give to every abused woman, survivor, victim of human trafficking, home, community. I was freed to free others.

I had a dream yesterday, 9/11 I will either be in another country or going to Asia to work with organizations that fight human trafficking. It’s going to happen.