Living in New York City, we are really fortunate to able to see so many different cultural practices and traditions and diversity at large.

Entering Carnegie Hall for my first time, I was thrilled to hear music specifically related to my culture. I was able to recount my personal experience from hearing the same types of music such as the gongs used in the fourth performance, Parade for Six Peking Opera Gongs, because my grandmother use to do Chinese Operas. However, the difference with this Opera performance with the traditional Chinese Opera is the actual acting out, the singing, and traditional instruments used, which is extremely hard to follow and understand.

The reading we went to on Tuesday was a different kind of "meet the artist" experience. We got to know the artist through words, through his own writing. He read to us excerpts from his novel and poems. I liked his narrative voice and witty sense of humor. He tried to reach out to his audience members. Of his readings, the love letter written by a soldier to a woman he loved left a lasting impression. The love sounded so poetically painful. The soldier's love would outlast all and be with the woman wherever she went. It was the type of love that movies were based on. When Mr.

I took this photo in Union Square. A group of people brought bunch of letters and made

others participee in froming words out of them.

I think it goes well with this blog entry- power of words.

 Throughout this week, I had a lot of celebration to do. Not only was it my birthday, but also my dads and little cousins. For my birthday, I went clubbing and had a very interesting experience. I also attended a family party for my little cousins birthday party. Both were two extremely distinct experiences, and I would like to address the kinds of dancing that occur within cultures and the dancing tendencies that certain cultures have. I will be making general assumptions and stereotyping but also making keen observations as a dancer.