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I love this kid! He can say my name now!! =D

Caption: Woohoo! I got hooked up with TWINS!

WorkWork *in peon voice*

So every time anyone asks where I work, I have to go through this huge spiel about what I do…so here it is so hopefully people won’t have to ask anymore..Haha it’s such a pain to explain every time…X_x

I am a design review intern for the City of Berkeley. I work under the planning department and have two responsibilities:

1) Design Review

· So when a new building is proposed to be built in Berkeley one of the reviews it has to go through is Design Review. So there’s a committee of 6 people who look over building exteriors once a month to make sure that new buildings work with the Berkeley cityscape, that the designs fit into the surroundings, are made of appropriate materials things like that. It’s kinda like studio reviews…except in REAL LIFE! Whoa! So yea, I work for that committee, every month I put a packet together for them with all the drawings from the architects, staff reports that I help write up that covers zoning, permits, design issues, etc. This is pretty cool because I basically get to see the architecture of all the new buildings coming into Berkeley. Supposedly, I also have a lot of exposure to architects around the bay area…but I’m too shy to talk to them…X_x…haha I really should network so I might have a chance at finding work later. The meetings are always the 3^rd Thursday of every month and run from 7pm until it’s done…Once we started at 6pm and it didn’t end till almost midnight! It may seem superficial…I guess at first? But this is really important to create a city that has building designs that are respectful to current residents and to build the best design for neighbors and the people who live there. As I write this, neighbors of a newly proposed live/work building are speaking about how this new 3 story building in their neighborhood is destroying their views…taking away sunlight, creating 50 foot allies where there used to be open space…destroying an old building, completely changing the materials on the exterior and creating something modern in a completely historical area that just DOES NOT fit! I mean, I’m sure, at least I hope that the architect and designers are trying their BEST to create a respectable design…it must be so hard though…it’s exciting to see all these new designs and thinking of the possibility of me designing someday…When people from the neighborhood talks though, they say very valid things, but it seems often that whatever they say…doesn’t make too much of a difference…but it’s good that they’re coming out to talk and to be in the process. This job is a lot of work, it’s tiring, but I would like to think I’m learning a lot, being exposed to design and city planning at the same time. I need to suck it up and talk to architects…On thing that bothers me is that during the meetings…when new materials are passed out, people pass me up and don’t give me a copy! PUNKS! I want to see and learn too!

· WOW…so another neighbor just came in and talked against this HUGE new building proposed on San Pablo…it’s next to Carson which is a tiny street with about 60 houses and the architect put the ONLY entrance and exit to the building with 96+ parking spots ON THAT STREET. So there’s going to be SOOOOO much traffic on that little street…pretty much destroying the neighborhood. The architect calls it modern and contemporary, but it’s pretty much a BOX. Even though there are insets, balconies, windows, articulation…pretty much, it’s still a box and the neighbors have a right to speak out because it’s pretty much destroying their neighborhood…but what do you do? Is there a possible design that can make everyone happy and still maximize revenue? This is the battle between the all the new developments happening in Berkeley, the “emeryvillization” of Berkeley which is so unique and has such a specific, special character…*sigh*…what to do? Oh, by the way, the architect…she looked so stone faced when people poured their hearts out about their home…this whole thing is a process and there has to be a compromise…some solution…

2) Signage

· Haha, this one’s a dozy! So! Whenever a business wants to put up a new sign in Berkeley, they have to apply for design review to make sure the sign fits the city guidelines, matches with the buildings, and has the right types of lighting. Berkeley is very particular about signage. This may all seem superficial at first, but it’s really important in the long run to have nice elegant signs as opposed to HUGE ASS teacups on poles 60 feet in the air that spins…that would be ridiculous! So people read a packet that I send them (with pretty clear guidelines) then they send me drawings that I look over and review…if there’s anything wrong (which there usually is) I have to call them back and come to a compromise. Sometimes, people proposed like…freaking 48” high letters when the limit is 16” high and I’m like WHAT THE HECK! READ THE GUIDELINES! *ahem* It’s pretty cool being able to see signs that I approve pop up around Berkeley though, haha. So this part of my job gives me a lot of exposure to working with people, to communicate, to make calls, write e-mails, things like that which is really good experience for me because I’m such a nervous person when talking to people X_x. ..but gosh, even in this job, I still feel like a kid a lot of the time…even though I’m 20, almost 21 and have all the authority, but I don’t feel like I do, and sometimes, I feel that certain people don’t believe that I have the authority…*shrug*

So yea, haha that was actually a lot longer than I intended it to be, but this will be interesting for me to read again later on. Haha, if you read this far, you never have to ask me about where I work again! =P

It’s a nice, pretty chill learning opportunity and I feel lucky to have landed this job. 15 bucks and hour enables me to pay rent and my own expenses, to be more independent, and less reliant on my parents which takes a huge weight off my shoulders. It’s a little hard to balance 19 required hours a week with school, VSA, and a social life, but I’ve been ok for a semester and I hope to stay with this job for at least 2 years? Design, the involvement with the community, architecture, city planning, urban development, and all this stuff fascinates me, and I hope to learn a lot more. Berkeley is changing so much its crazy. As college students, we’re here for about 4 years and we leave, we don’t see the development and the changing neighborhood like the residents feel, which is a shame, but I guess that’s just the way it is.

Their Journey from the Fall

For my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, I directed a production along with my cousin Linda called "If you still believe..." as a gift to them and to show guests that we understand, or at least acknowledge the journey they had to go through to come here to America in order to have a future for their children, grandchildren and so forth. In this post, I want to retell the story as I know it to share with anyone who might want to read it. I'm sure the way the retold it to us is such a small portion of the emotions and memories they have, but it's all that we have.

My grandpa in the South Vietnamese army, but was injured on the battlefield so he was able to work as a guard for the last president of South Vietnam before the fall of Saigon. Being there, I guess he has some background knowledge about what was going on, so he sent two of my oldest uncles first.

Bac Ruong and Cau Bic were sent off with some money and family possessions to sell to somehow scout the way to America. There was no way a family of 11 was going to be able to escape at once, so they were sent first. Soldiers came to our family's house and they asked where the two boys went, and my grandparents had to lie that they were visiting an aunt's house...

Some time passed (I should find out how much) and the rest of the family decided to try escaping. Grandpa, Grandma, and 7 kids were dropped off in the countryside, and trekked through a pathless jungle in order to reach a boat that would bring them to a camp in some other country in order to wait to find a way to get to America.

They were caught two times and sent home before finally being able to break through the third time. In the jungle, my grandpa heard a gunshot and out of fear, the family broke apart. Somehow, my grandma found all the kids, but grandpa was missing. They decided to go on any how, not knowing if they would ever see my grandpa again.

After watching Journey from the Fall, my aunt told me that she still remembered the smell of the gas in the boat, about how people were packed so tightly you could barely move...I could hardly imagine...having to go through that...at such a young age with everything else happening...it's so crazy..

Luckily, my grandma's boat was only out at sea for a few days before being rescued and taken to a camp in (Thailand?). There they stayed for 6 months before being sponsored by a Catholic Church in Napa, California and flown over.

My grandpa's boat was attacked by pirated, and in the event of protecting people on the boat, he was axed in the left eye. The scar is still there and it's hard for him to see from that eye..

Somehow, some way...they were all united in Napa. I don't know the details, but we so blessed to not lose a single person and to be able to have the whole family together in one place. My grandpa stressed education, and would not let his children work and made them focus on school. He became a farmer, and while the kids were at school, he farmed and my grandma was a seamstress in order to put their kids through school. They were refugees, didn't know any English, but they were embraced and received by the community there.

Now, thirty something years later, everyone is grown up and moved away. All of their kids are married, except one became a priest. The amazing thing is, no one lives more than 2 hours away from my grandparent's house in Napa. 9 families, 22 grand kids all live within a 2-hourish radius from their house and we all come home together once in a while to enjoy each other's company, to celebrate, to play, to smile, to laugh, to run in the backyard, to feed the chickens, to swing on the swings, to lay in the hammock on the deck, to eat good food, to pray, to sing, to embrace, to tell stories, to take pictures, to play games, to BE FREE.

I realize how lucky and blessed we are, there were countless lives lost, countless families torn apart...I don't know what else to do but acknowledge what happened, to pray for the lives lost, and to hope to help the refugees still abroad to find a place to go. There are so many people stuck in limbo in places like Cambodia, and I hope that through the success of culture show 2008, we can contribute some of our proceeds to Vietnam VOICE to build a resource center for Vietnamese people who are still refugees, 37 years after the war.

Thank you Ong Ba Ngoai for your sacrifice, love, and prayers. Thank you God for bringing my family here, together so that we are who we are today. Thank you mom and dad, aunts and uncles, cousins for showing me the unconditional love of family.

Cheers!

The New Years party was supposed to be classy, controlled, no barfing to spilling sounds possible right? You figure we're mature enough to take care of a house that was entrusted to us by a friend who couldn't be there because he was visiting family in China...but 40-50 people is a little hard to control, haha. Regardless, it was an amazing night with lots of amazing people that I haven't seen in a while and got to catch up with. The alcohol was alright, but it's not cool when there's no tequila involved haha! I didn't get a chance to be bartender, but that's ok, too many people anyway. Aylin! You did a good job! =)

The countdown was way faster than I imagined...I glance at the TV 10 minutes before and was like..ok...then all of a sudden people started to count down...4..3...2...1!!! Happy New Year! I was part of a very, very hot kiss. haha =P no details..unless you ask? haha

People need to dance!! Dancing is sooo much fun! Thanks Susie for making me dance XD haha good times!

People were generally ok, which I appreciate...there was barfing here and there, but that's kinda ok...I mean...sometimes..it just happens. I'm trying to get myself never to get to that point again though ^^; Barfing is gross!

Good times, in good company, a good year and a good year to come!

My sister stopped by and ended up taking me home because I cleaned already and didn't really want to stay overnight (had church at 10:30 in the morning).

Guess what I found when I got home?!?!

My idiot freshman in college (De Anza) brother throws a party in my room in the backyard and there was puke EVERYWHERE. He was passed out on MY futon while his friends were entering the house to use the bathroom and keeping my whole family up. STUPID. The host should NEVER, EVER drink until you puke and pass out. UNACCEPTABLE. As a host, you have to make sure everyone is ok not get so fucked up and have no idea what's going on. STUPID STUPID. I got home, I was in a good place and was just about to go to bed, when my mom came up to me and asked me to tell people to go home. Being trusting as she was, she didn't think that they were drinking (or did she?). So I told her not to worry, I'll take care of it. I ended up driving a couple of people home...some poor sober guy stayed behind and cleaned everything up...the dogs were running around everywhere... I wouldn't be surprised if they were drunk for licking the barf..poor dogs X_x. Seriously...if you're going to throw a party, keep it under control and respectable. Puking is not required to have fun. That's all.

*sigh* When my mom found out, she was so upset...she trusted him, but he blew it. She was almost crying saying "I will NOT cook for the drunks, I will NOT wash their dirty, barf stained clothes"...gosh...STUPID!...It's a learning experience..but damn, how irresponsible can you be? Grow up already...and GIVE ME MY CAR BACK (story for another day).


Drink together, in good company, in moderation. Never alone, in excess, or in sorrow.

*cheers*