I. Pebreru 2022 II. San Fernando Train Station Museum III. Yng Tsina ampo pa ing Rusya a Estatua IV. Metiorite V. Yng Sculpture cung Meteorite I. Pebreru 2022 Pebreru 2022, Aganakca que yng metung cung estatua, Dapat cu neng kuanan, Baiu ya pa manga-paroro, Ali sana. Pebreru 2022, Kuanan que king San Fernando Train Station Museum yng canacung estatua, Migluat ya mu ring migdatun karin, Paca-Aircon, Malaut ia king dinat ampopa keng alimum. Pebreru 2022, Aganakca que yng metung cung estatua, War machines lang balamu robot lang miyasawa. Metung a Babai ampopang metung a lalaki, Makasake la keng higanting robot a alakdan, Yng Tsina ampopa in g Rusya ing pamagat na ning canakung estatua. Pebreru 2022, Kuanan cu ne ing king San Fernando Train Station Museum yng canacung estatua, Cailangan cu neng kwanan uning magumpisa ne ing Construction na ning |Philippine National Railways carin. Cailangan cu ne mu ring kwanan ing kanakung obra- Uning midame ya ampopang milaco ya ing Storage Area na ning Museo- Pakalat-kalat ne mu ing ikanakung obra. Makabalandra ya, Sinapak neng alikabuk, Aldo't uranan ya. II. San Fernando Train Station Museum Himpilang Daang-Bakal ng San Fernando, Daang bakal, Mettalic road, Yng English cu, Mamilosipu. Atchu ia Karin ing metung kareng obra maestro cu, kumbaga, Matung caring Major works, Major works a statua cu. III. Yng Tsina ampo pa ing Rusya a statua Manibat angyang mica-Internet keni kekami, Pane cu nong gu-google deng alwang Bansang arena. Kalupa ne ning Pilipinas, Pare-parehu lang atchu keng Asya. Manibat anyang mica-internet keni kekami, Libri-libri cung mamasyal- karening adwang bansang areni. Yng C.G.T.N naning Tsina, R.T. news channel naning Rusya, Mapa queng website da o kareng Youtube channels da, Pane cung manalbe, Pakibaluan cu ing malilyari karela, Deng gawan da ampopang planu da. IV. Metiorite Queng Kapampangan, Taklang Batwin, Istung ilimbag me king lengguahing Tagalog, Filipino- Tae ng Bituin. Queng lengguahing Ingles, Star Shit. Manibat angyang mica-Internet keni kekami, Mangapanusignan cu buri keng pamanuklas, Keng canacung e milalakong Capanigluan. Mapanalbe kung nanu-nanung klasing Batu. Paniglon kula reng miyaliwa-liuang kule, Ampopang aske da, Miras keng punting mangolekta kung Batu. Lalu na reng “Metal Ores”. Batung mika- samut a nanu-nanung kalasing Bakal. Pati Batu-Balani ampopang Taklang Batwin. Pauli na siguru keng eskultur cu, Kaya buri kula murin salat ampopang, Pakibalwan cula tibe. V. Yng Sculpture cung Meteorite Anyang milabasang banua, 2019, Memasyal la ri ima cu- Queng San Fernando Train Station Museum, Edacu kayabe, Ila mu di uali kung babai, Ampopa reng adua ng anac. Kabira, Anyang dintang no quing bale, Eda ku inabisuan man, Dela de kauli- Yng Meteorite cung estatua. Ing sabi ng Ima cu dela ne ing statua cuuning ikit neng maka-kalat nemu keng Museu, Ing pakibat cu pota eman makakalat, Pota atin mung aliwang maka-exhibit, Pakibat ng Ima ku, “ali” Pota pauli ng ning magumpisa nalang magobra reng tiga- PNR carin, Kaya megdisisyun nakung kwanan ke ing estatua kung Tsina ampopang Rusya. - Don Reich de Chiron

My childhood weekends are filled with memories of napping on long car rides and having my mom shake me awake as we reached the Golden Gate Bridge. Crossing the intersection of quiet Petaluma and the bustling streets of San Francisco marked a segue to a different world. For as long as I can remember, my family and I took the hour long trip to San Francisco almost every weekend to get traditional Chinese groceries. We would spend the day browsing the aisles of D&T Shop, Sheng Kee bakery, and countless other nameless stores. The best ones didn't have names, just patched up signs and unorganized aisles that bore elusive specialties. I would run through the aisles mesmerized by the assortments of ramen, the spiked vegetables, and the barrels of bitter spices; Costco and Safeway just couldn't compare. Mom would buy the jiu cai he zi that she used to eat for breakfast in her youth, and Dad would pick up the lotus root and tofu knots that his mother used to cook with. When we returned home, my mom would prepare traditional Chinese dishes for dinner with the fresh groceries. San Francisco brought my parents the comforts of their home, and immersed me in my Chinese culture. As the years passed, my childlike fascination in the endless aisles of noodles and live catfish butchery gradually waned. My parents began dropping me off as they shopped, and I began a cycle of visiting each art museum in San Francisco. Perusing the rooms at the De Young, MoMA, and Asian Art Museum sparked that childlike curiosity in me once again. I began painting and drawing and sketching at home, desperate to embody Dalí's mystique and Picasso's emotion. It was when I turned 16, I was finally allowed to volunteer at the Asian Art Museum. I remember the first day; it was a chilly Sunday and the opening day of the new kimono exhibit. I expected my partner to ignore me because she seemed so professional, whilst I barely knew what I was doing. However, Evelyn and I immediately hit it off and talked for the entire shift. She told me her story immigrating from the Philippines and about her career as a patent attorney. Evelyn gave me advice for my future and even offered me an intern position. In just a few hours, a stranger had become a friend and a mentor. In the next few months, I found myself meeting someone new during each volunteer shift and learning all about different life stories, careers, and experiences. One of the most memorable interactions was with Alex, who had studied art history at Duke University, and just gotten a curator position. She told me all about the intricacies of popular Asian art pieces, bringing us back into the social conditions that explained and inspired different aspects of many works. Those three hours inspired me to enroll in an art history course at the junior college, where I'm learning about worldwide cultures and history that have produced artistic expressions. It's so satisfying to see art as a vehicle that connects everything – culture, psychology, politics, aesthetics, etc. To understand why and how the Sistine Ceiling, Rembrandt's portraits, Van Gogh's landscapes, and Munch's Scream still touch people today, is to truly realize the extent of the visual language. I see the Asian Art Museum through a new lens now, wondering how the distinctive life experiences of each visitor allows them to interpret different pieces. San Francisco has given me a broader view of the whole world. Each month, I've met someone new, learned a unique story, and discovered interests. In San Francisco, I've traveled to my homeland, and visited places around the globe, experiencing thrills in the unique experiences of others.