Classical Tibetan Notes

I first started learning classical Tibetan back in April I think. I can’t quite remember at the moment, but I have been extremely lucky with the fact a good friend’s fiancé, L, became my teacher and friend through this course. We could have done the book a lot faster as it is only 7 lessons, but my friend, V, and I have our work schedules and our teacher has his university schedule to work around to allow us to meet up once a week. We took a break from classes during the summer as we were all in different places and on vacation and we missed a few weeks of class in October as our teacher had to head to a conference in America and spent some time seeing family. We are also taking a brief interlude now as he is in Nepal, teaching at Ranjung Yeshi University and doing a meditation retreat. We will have one more class before my friend Veronika leaves to move to Nepal for 6 months and with that the book will be finished!

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33 Acts for Self-Love and Self-Care

To me working on self-love or loving myself has been an ongoing process for many many years. In fact it is still a work in progress which I am better at navigating as I am getting gracefully older or not, haha. A part of self-love is giving yourself self-care, especially in practices and routines that make you feel grounded in life. This year I have not put much effort into my self-care routine as I would have hoped for, so I think for my 33rd year on this beautiful planet I’d like to invest a little more time into that. Hopefully it will further the self-love I have been developing over these past few years. Read More

India 2004 Part 5


2/20/04

Today we went to the International Affairs Office to get my media pass. I was able to get one because they received the fax my mom sent. We then headed to the Norbulingka Institute. Which was a good 2-3 mile walk. Then we took a bus for 20-25 minutes. Except we missed our stop and had to walk back to it. At the institute there were many monks. The little ones were so cute. We went and saw the monastery with butter sculptures, tapestries, and deities. It was a very colorful place to visit. Read More

India 2004 Part 4

Kunga and Pema playing a game I don’t know the name of.


2/19/04

This morning Tenzin and I decided to do some laundry. The water was sooo cold, but that was because we lost power last night, because of a thunder storm. The power later came back on this morning. So we washed our clothes with soap and really cold water. It took us an hour and a half. Ha ha ha. And some of it didn’t finish drying. And my ankles hurt so much because I washed my clothes like this. Read More

Mocha Diaries: To My Teenage Self

To my teenage self;

Being a moody shit, I’m sure.

I wish I had written a letter to myself when I was a teenager, especially during my high school years.I was never one of the cool kids, or the popular kids, whatever you want to call them. I feel like I floated by in my own way, I had a friend circle and I had other friends I was close to that weren’t part of that circle, who I became closer with during those years. Read More

The Similarities and Differences between Korea and China

Disclaimer: All opinions are my own, and I tried to be honest. If you know something different, let me know!

Jinli street in Chengdu crowded with people

I’ve been living in Chengdu for about a year now and I think it is time to go over some similarities and differences between China and Korea. This is mostly regarding my life in Chengdu versus Incheon two large cities in both countries. Read More

Chengdu Apartment Hunting

The apartment complex.

{Note: All of the photos were taken when I first moved in so the house still needed to be cleaned and organized. I’m not a slob, haha}

Around April I mentioned to my company that
I wanted to switch apartments because I wanted a kitchen I could use without worrying about a rat running around through the cabinets.  They told me that they would look come mid-late June, but I thought that was too late so in the beginning of June I asked a close friend of mine if she would help.

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Mocha Diaries : Refuge Vows

I can’t remember if I was 9 or 10 years old, but I was baptized Catholic around the same time I stopped believing in God. Ever since I can remember I have never liked churches nor stepping inside them. I’ve always found the white walls, brown pews, and high ceilings cold and uninviting. While the stained glass windows were pretty to look at I just never felt like it was for me, and for most of my life I was an agnostic. Sometimes people would say, “oh, you’re an atheist.” And I would reply, “No, I’m agnostic. I believe there is something out there, just not God.” It gets kind of tiring after a while, but I think it was a good place to be for a long time.

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