When No One Speaks your Language
There were two things my mother would always tell me when I was growing up in the little farming/industrial town of what is now Brampton. One was, “don’t forget to put your face cream on”, or more accurately truncated to, “face cream!” The other was, “you have to know how to defend yourself, because no one in this world is pure-hearted enough to do it for you.”
She still tells me to do these things to this day. And traditional Chinese proverbs I can’t remember – I don’t have the linguistic expertise as she does to remember poetry that comes from the little village in Calcutta – or, rather, Kolkata, because Calcutta no longer exists.
It’s funny to note that Canton – the province in China that a good chunk the Hakka Liu and Teng ancestry, presumably, were concentrated in – also no longer exists. We can make castles from of our bare hands, but the only materials we have are sand, sweat, and our own blood.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.