"We will develop and cultivate the liberation of mind by lovingkindness -- make it our vehicle, make it our basis, stabilize it, exercise ourselves in it, and fully perfect it." The Buddha

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Vietnamese artist Lien and other flowers in the dark

Today I would like to introduce you to a talented young Vietnamese artist by the name of Lien. Lien is going to be a future star in the art world.

To convince you of my bold prediction, let me first take you back in time to give you some context and background.

On March 27, 2020, I received a card from my friend Hoa, a staff member at Blue Dragon Children's Foundation, a nonprofit that helps disadvantaged children in Vietnam. It is fast becoming one of my favorite charities.

The card was a painting of a pair of blue wings. Nothing special at first glance. However, something about it made me pause for a moment. It was upon a closer examination that I noticed the brush strokes, deliberate shading, white outlining, and asymmetric watercolor application. Interesting, I thought to myself.

I then sent an email to Hoa. My question was direct: "What is the name of the artist?"

This is Lien's story:

"Lien became deaf after her fever when she was only 2 ... When Blue Dragon met Lien, she could hardly read or write and was bullied at her school. We enrolled her in a sign language class, and after half a year, she made a great improvement in her communication skills. From a timid girl, she confidently got on the stage to make a presentation in sign language. She also loves drawing, so we encouraged her to follow her passion. Lien's never been to an art class, but her painting looks amazing, isn't it?

"Below is a photo taken at our event called Blue Got Talent. Lien did a live painting in 10 minutes and was sharing her ideas behind it. She said that was what she viewed LIFE - vivid, colourful, and so many beautiful things to explore. Many of us cried when listening to her."

Lien explains her painting

Art is subjective. I can be blunt about that fact. But there is a clear difference between liking a painting and appreciating it.

My appreciation for art didn't start until I was in college. I volunteered at a medical center of a major university I was attending. The medical center manages one of the largest art collections in the nation. The purpose of the art collection was for patients to enjoy while they recuperate. It's such a wonderful concept!

The person I was working for in this art program knew everything about each and every one of the art pieces -- some they owned, some on loan from generous benefactors. She didn't only teach me the technical aspects of works of art but also why they are ultimately enjoyable and thus intrinsically valuable.

Because I didn't have much money back then, I started out collecting prints. Then gradually I was able to acquire original paintings. I visited as many art museums as I was able to. When I first saw an actual Vincent van Gogh painting up close -- no glass or rope holding me back -- I nearly cried. I was absolutely mesmerized. Those prints didn't do him justice.

There were embarrassing mistakes I made along the way. For example, one time I was doing a home remodeling project and placed some original art pieces on the floor. I was in another room when I heard multiple clacking sounds made by my toddler son. He's just playing with his toys, I thought to myself. It wasn't until the next day when I discovered he had taken a claw hammer to three paintings! Nothing I could do but hugged my son, explained to him in great detail why he shouldn't do it again, and considered it an expensive education for myself.

What wasn't a mistake was when I commissioned Lien to do a painting for me last month. The idea was completely mine, something I'm sure the charity wasn't used to. After a month of eagerly waiting, below is the painting. It is called "Blooming in the Dark."

"Blooming in the Dark" by Lien

Thanks to Hoa's coordination, the video at the top of this article accompanied the painting. In the video, Lien enthusiastically explains what the painting means to her. I highly suggest you watch it.

Here are three of my thoughts about "Blooming in the Dark":

(1) Immediately I noticed the resemblance to Vincent van Gogh's "Irises." I'm not going to make a bigger deal out of it than it currently is, but it's uncanny considering Lien's lack of formal training. She has tremendous potential. So with more formal art classes, practice, refinement, and exposure, I firmly believe she will be a notable name in the art world in the future. Similar to how quickly Lien learned sign language, her improvement by learning new art techniques will be profound.

(2) The boy in the painting could be me. If I didn't have my parents, and if they weren't loving and kind to me, and if others in my life weren't loving and kind to me, I would be a flower in the dark, soon to wilt and suffer like countless children all around the world are suffering as I type these words.

(3) Lien is a guide and has given you and me a window into something many of us hardly ever see or hear about. She is a star in more ways than one. We think we have stresses in our lives, and surely they are tough, but I can't imagine anything tougher than being a helpless child in the streets who would inevitably be preyed upon by unscrupulous people, not to mention the struggle of finding safe shelter and enough food to eat. To think these are vulnerable kids left to fend for themselves! They are indeed flowers in the dark. All flowers deserve sunlight so they can bloom.

Therefore, I will continue my support of incredible charities like Blue Dragon. When I say "incredible," I don't say so lightly. Founded in 2004 by Michael Brosowski, an Australian teacher, Blue Dragon has helped over 2000 street children, of which 403 children were rescued from their places of slavery. They also rescued 930 people from human trafficking, of which were 527 women in brothels or forced into marriages. These are astounding results, especially considering the funds they have to work with. Furthermore, their value and values can be summed up by the extraordinary work of Vi Duy Do, who has been with Blue Dragon for over 10 years.

If you want to learn more, visit their website, or you can google for their IRS form 990, which I reviewed as well. The money donated were spent on those in need, not on extravagant executive pay, unlike a few popular charities I found out the hard way. As an FYI for tax time, they are a tax deductible 501(c)(3) charity organization. Their Tax Identification Number is 45-3771750.

You should know me by now, but for the sake of transparency, Blue Dragon didn't pay me or even requested I promote them in this article. This article is entirely of my own volition. I am recommending them because I believe in their cause, and I hope you do, too. πŸ’›

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Buddha and the Gods

My tiger Emperor fountain pen in cross sections

Yesterday I spoke about being a Vietnamese refugee when I was a boy. Our escape was a perilous one. According to the United Nations High Commission for Refugees, between 200,000 and 400,000 Vietnamese boat people died at sea, or as many as 70 percent of Vietnamese died in their attempt to escape from communist Vietnam.

Those are terrible odds. Casinos would give you better odds.

My grandmother, like my grandfather, was born in a village near Hanoi, Vietnam. After my grandfather died, she and my mother migrated south to Saigon during the 1950s. She was old school. She was elegant and dignified. Although she had beautiful long black hair, in public she always put it up in a silk Vietnamese turban. She never went outside with her hair down.

There was a time when I lived with my grandmother at her house. As elegant and dignified as she was, every morning she nonetheless would cradle me in her arms to give me lots of hugs and kisses.

My grandmother was also a devout Buddhist. I tagged along with her to Buddhist temples. I hated it. The rooms, filled with incense and somber chanting, were hot and stuffy. I felt Buddha himself would not have liked it.

There were many Buddhist rituals I witnessed that were absolutely fascinating, especially when there were delicious food involved, but I am not educated enough to speak about them beyond generalities.

However, there was one praying session I specifically remember the day before we left Vietnam. My grandmother prayed to the tiger god. She made offerings and asked him to follow us along our trip to protect us.

I know this tiger god well. As a boy, I was terrified of him -- so much so that I tried not to make direct eye contact. He was fearsome. You wouldn't find me in the room alone with him.

Fast forward to my family and me on a small fishing boat with many other families. We were put in the engine room. The room was hot and stuffy.

On a tiny boat traversing a vast ocean, we all understood our route out of Vietnam would take days, if we made it at all. Along the way were many dangers. One immediate danger for me was the engine itself, which was a mere foot away.

Tired and hungry, I remember being very sleepy and nodding off. As I feel myself falling into the engine compartment, a bright flash raced across my eyes. That flash was of a tiger. Not any tiger. It was the tiger god! He accepted my grandmother's request! Then I find myself being lifted up and placed right back to where I was before I nodded off. I was thus awakened by what transpired.

I am a man of science. But I am also a man of Buddha and the gods. πŸ’›

Saturday, April 25, 2020

The purpose of Cuong.com

Me as a refugee in a refugee camp

A couple of months ago, someone asked me, "What's the purpose of Cuong.com?" She didn't elaborate but I take it to mean Who am I writing Cuong.com for? and Who would read it?

The question surprised me, but it was a good one. It was a question I really didn't think too much about. Despite being a man who prides himself on planning ahead, I published Cuong.com on the spur of the moment. It was more an emotional decision than a strategic one. I knew I wanted to go back to my roots as a Vietnamese person, but with my American upbringing, I also wanted to present a unique perspective on what it is like to be a Vietnamese American. Furthermore, I founded Cuong.com because of my love of all things Vietnamese, which is indeed emotional for me on several levels.

The more I observe and learn about other Vietnamese, Americans, and Vietnamese Americans, the more I realize I am different from all of them in various ways and degrees. To try to pigeonhole me or Cuong.com into a category would be a mistake because I offer a perspective unlike any other.

Therefore, there will be times you will agree with me but there will certainly be times you will disagree with me. Expect it. It's inevitable. That's because my experiences aren't the same as yours. Perhaps over time you will eventually agree with me, or over time I will learn more to agree with you, but at this juncture, we will not agree on everything.

So what's the benefit of reading Cuong.com? It depends on the reader. With each article, I present a little of my life's knowledge and experience, and thus you might glean a little of that knowledge and experience to help you in your own life. Although I will try to use clear, everyday language, I will never dumb down my articles. Conversely, some topics I discuss might seem simple but they are far from being simplistic. It's not easy being able to boil the complex down to simple and understandable terms yet are still reflective of reality. It can only be achieved through many years of direct experience via hard-fought, real-life struggles. I prefer readers try to participate and meet me halfway intellectually. However, if you don't understand something, feel free to email me at cuong@cuong.com. Pick out what is useful and interesting to you.

It might also be useful and interesting for you to understand the context of Cuong.com. What is the general driving force of my articles? Why am I writing at all? Who am I and who am I not? So I think this is a good time for me to step back a little and explain to you the background of Cuong.com and what I envision this website to be:

(1) The name Cuong - Cuong (Cường in Vietnamese writing, Cuong pronunciation) was my given name when I was born in Saigon, Vietnam. Cuong was my name when I was a helpless Vietnamese refugee boy when I left Vietnam. I was a just a vulnerable little boat person. You can see what I looked like in the photo above taken at the refugee camp. Yes, that's me. According to the United Nations High Commission for Refugees, between 200,000 and 400,000 Vietnamese boat people died at sea, or as many as 70 percent of Vietnamese died in their attempt to escape from communist Vietnam. As a refugee, I was completely dependent on the love and kindness of others. Without that love and kindness of Vietnamese and Americans alike, I wouldn't be where I am today. I am glad those who helped me weren't self-interested, because it would have probably ended badly for me. I will discuss more about self-interest later in this article.

(2) The domain name Cuong.com - Now I am here writing these words at Cuong.com in the United States. Cuong.com, an alliteration, was a domain name I have always dreamed I would own one day. As if I willed Cuong.com into reality, it became a reality. (I also own Cường.com.) This website is hosted on Blogger, a service owned by Google, my favorite company of all time. Since 1999, Google changed the way companies did business forever. Many years ago, Google personally invited me to visit their company. One of their executives knew about my work elsewhere. I saw firsthand early on how Google operated from the inside. I was blown away, especially since they wanted my advice on how to succeed. I felt I wasn't qualified but I gave them the best advice I had. Considering their success, my advice didn't hurt. Google might not stay that way forever, but I admired it from the beginning. Likewise, Vietnam is a place I have admired from the beginning, albeit I haven't been there since I left. But I didn't forget where I came from. I know my roots. I recognize the priceless love and kindness shown me when I was a Vietnamese refugee boy. That's why I make it my life's mission to help as many disadvantaged American and Vietnamese children as possible. I'm still learning the process. I understand I can't do it alone. But I'll get there. I'm determined to make a success at it, as I have always done throughout my life.

(3) The heart πŸ’› - Despite Cuong.com being an outcome of an emotional decision, I am still nonetheless convinced that the emotions of love and kindness are beneficial emotions. Lovingkindness, more specifically, is what I want to promote. I deliberately write "lovingkindness" as one word, and without a hyphen. What is lovingkindness? Lovingkindness is an act of love, kindness, and wisdom. They come from the heart, hands, and the mind, respectively. They aren't only intentions, academic, or philosophy. They are effective actions that benefit real people in the real world. Therefore, lovingkindness is a mark of true power and strength. The heart I use at Cuong.com isn't a red heart. It's a yellow heart, because the color yellow has special meaning to me personally, especially considering my family's lineage. The yellow heart emoji πŸ’› is prominently shown right after Cuong.com at the top of the website and at the end of each article. You can say it's a heart of gold, but to me, the color has more to do with the yellow earth -- the ground -- that provides nourishment and produces sustainable abundance, not a gaudy metal. Yellow is the color of emperors and heroes, of physical balance and mental stability.

"We will develop and cultivate the liberation of mind by lovingkindness -- make it our vehicle, make it our basis, stabilize it, exercise ourselves in it, and fully perfect it." The Buddha

(4) The quotes of Cuong.com - If you have Cuong.com on desktop full web version (not mobile version), you will see quotes sprinkled throughout the website. Those quotes came from Buddha, Sun Tzu, Chuang Tzu, Lao Tzu, Mo Tzu, and yours truly, Cuong. They reflect my commitment to keep lovingkindness as my core value. They reflect my commitment to remind myself that I'm not perfect, and thus to keep refining and improving myself. They reflect my commitment to transcend the petty, selfish, and cynical nature of too many people. For example, even as a businessman, I believe the concept of self-interest often taught in economics at business schools has been a detriment to humanity. They have forgotten the top purpose of business: to benefit society! Not only is self-interest wrong in explaining how communities truly work but it is also harmful to whole nations. The core of economics is little more than modern-day haruspicy. In spite of their lofty intellectual rhetoric, economists have yet to predict a single stock market crash. Not one. In the process, humanity gets buried in complex economic models based on self-interest, a glaring academic error that fails to understand the human condition. They need to experience more how the real world works. Otherwise, everyday people will continue to get hurt, especially those who are already disadvantaged. I am determined to educate those who are able and willing to listen so they can understand what business is really about, and how it can benefit society much more than it does today.

(5) The articles of Cuong.com - Unlike some websites, I won't be able to publish articles daily at Cuong.com. First of all, I'm not that smart. Second, it's impossible for me due to time constraints. I have too many things going on. But I enjoy writing immensely. If nobody pays me to write, I'd still do it. That's the case with Cuong.com. Every article I write here at Cuong.com is a product of love. I'm not trying to sell you anything. There are no advertisements. I just want to share my knowledge and experiences with you. I hope you find them useful and interesting. Writing is something I can spend all day on and not feel strained. Writing is so enjoyable that time flies when I write. If I want to have the day go by quickly, nothing beats writing. Although I say Cuong.com is focused on Vietnamese-American issues, my articles can be on anything I feel like writing that day. In fact, the most popular article on Cuong.com currently is a math problem I shared because it was interesting. It seems to have nothing to do with a Vietnamese-American issue, but since it came from a Vietnamese American (me), in a sense it is.

(6) Cuong.com is all about lovingkindness - In case you haven't noticed already! Lovingkindness is what I strive to exude and put into practice in my daily life, whether it's at home or in public. Ultimately, I want Cuong to be synonymous with lovingkindness in such a way that lovingkindness spreads throughout the world. I know this is such a crazy dream of mine. But if I can make this dream a reality, is there anything of greater value to accomplish? πŸ’›

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Two things I do to stay healthy

My son insisted on using my boxing gloves!

For the last month or so, I have resisted talking about the coronavirus crisis because, frankly, I wouldn't be telling you anything you don't already know. What the crisis does highlight, however, is the importance of our health and keeping ourselves healthy.

Today I will be sharing with you two things I do to stay healthy. They are personal to me, so keep that in mind. Yours might vary. The first thing will seem mundane but the second thing might be interesting and different. I'm not a health nut but I do try to stay in shape.

The first thing I do to stay healthy is not drink or smoke. I have never understood the fascination with drinking and smoking. When I was growing up, I was familiar with Vietnamese drinkers and smokers, but never close to them, because I knew none of them could help me advance in my education in America. My goal of higher education was found in places like the library. The library allowed Vietnamese people but it didn't allow alcohol or cigarettes. Hung and Cuong were allowed but not Heineken and Camel.

So as you can see, initially it's not so much because of my health I stayed away from alcohol and cigarettes but because of their lack of usefulness in achieving my academic goals. I still have no problem with other people drinking and smoking. Although personally I think those habits are unhealthy, I don't judge people if they drink or smoke. Throughout my personal and professional life, I simply drank water, even in social and business settings where smoke filled the room and alcoholic drinks flowed freely. Having fun is having the freedom to be ourselves.

Although I never tried smoking, I did try drinking two times. The first was at a wedding where I tried red wine. Disgusting. I felt like I was going to vomit. I couldn't even finish the ounce or so given to me.

In contrast, the second time I tried drinking was a pleasant experience. It was during the reception at my own wedding. I tried a hard liquor my wife's family owned. I can't tell you the brand but it's famous and shipped internationally. Anyway, the moment I tasted it, I liked it a lot. Delicious. One of my wife's uncles poured me another shot. I drank it with ease. This continued on for quite some time where I even lost count of how many shots I had.

All throughout the reception, I felt nothing. I even gave an impromptu speech. No problem. But I did feel the libation's effects afterwards in our evening walk with my wife and mother-in-law (who, by the way, is unquestionably the kindest person I know). I was clearly buzzed and felt my capacity to talk and walk properly was slowly being compromised. Not sure if my wife and my mother-in-law noticed I was inebriated but I certainly felt it. I did my best to act normal but after we finished our walk, I wanted to go straight to bed. The next morning I woke up as normal and I never drank again since. As I mentioned earlier, it's not because I am a judgmental teetotaler or against drinking, but simply I have zero interest in alcohol.

The second thing I do to stay healthy is boxing. More specifically, I enjoy punching the heavy bag.

I have been boxing for eight years. The first time I boxed, I could only punch for two minutes. Then after some time, I was able to do it for 15 minutes. But it took me four full years of consistent practice to be able to punch the bag without stopping for 60 minutes straight. For context, a 12-round boxing match has a total of 36 minutes worth of boxing. I have gone as long as three hours nonstop. A couple of years ago, the Guinness World Records approved my application to attempt to break the world record of 50 hours (which included five-minute breaks each hour). My main concern is being able to stay awake that long, not necessarily the boxing part. Sometime in the future, after much preparation and promotion, I will take on that world's record to raise money for my favorite charity.

For people who have never tried boxing, they might think it is boring to be punching the heavy bag for an hour. But for me, it is by far the only exercise I enjoy doing for an extended amount of time. I think other exercises are boring. I enjoy it so much that whenever my son sees me box, he wants to do it too, hence the photo above. In that photo, he didn't have his own boxing gloves so I gave him mine. They covered both his arms entirely! Not sure if my son will be a fighter some day, but he sure looks like a fighter -- see photo below:

My son on the left, Bruce Lee on the right

And for people who have never tried boxing, they might think it is easy to punch the heavy bag for an hour. It is not. For example, one time a really fit and healthy guy claimed he can do what I do. Normally I ignore such challenges because I don't want to embarrass people. But because he was so cocky, I wanted to witness the inevitable. After ten minutes, I could tell he was exhausted. I've seen this scenario all before. He asked if I wanted to box. I said, "No. Continue." After another minute or so, he left without saying a word and I never saw him again.

The lesson above is clear: ability takes time. It can't be rushed. There have been numerous occasions when I see people's knuckles bloodied because they tried to copy me. They have neither patience nor prudence. Such patience and prudence require years of practice. There is a proper way of breathing that prevents me from getting tired. There is a proper way of striking with quickness and force yet without hurting my hands and wrists, even with repeated strikes for an extended period of time. Also there is proper protective equipment, like good boxing gloves. Many people think boxing gloves are made to protect the face. Not true. Their purpose is to protect the hands, such as the fifth metacarpal bone. After much trial and error, I found I preferred "Winning" brand gloves which fit my hands perfectly. I own multiple pairs so they can air dry between workouts. As a writer, I needed good hand protection.

Nowadays, I only need light hand protection. I can box all out for one solid hour, and afterwards, use my fountain pen to write a letter to a friend. This ability took over six years to gradually develop.

So there you have the two things I do to stay healthy. As you can tell, these two things are individual to me. They might not be right for you. You will need to find out things that you enjoy to keep healthy. You might not find boxing interesting at all. You might like to drink. For instance, Viet Nguyen Dinh Tuan, a Vietnamese businessman, is the Guinness World Records holder for having the largest whiskey collection in the world. The collection took him 25 years and $14 million to assemble. Sounds like an unhealthy habit to me!

Regardless of your habits and interests, I hope they promote your health. If they don't, you might want to reconsider and change for the better. I'm not saying that as a Vietnamese father lecturing to you, but as a Vietnamese friend looking out for you. Take care of others during these difficult times, and most of all, take care of yourself by staying healthy so that you can continue taking care of others. πŸ’›

Saturday, April 11, 2020


Above is J.Fla wonderfully singing the poignant song "Memories," written by Maroon 5. If the song sounds familiar, that's because it comprises of Pachelbel's Canon. You can hear the classical melody in the background.

My favorite part of the song is:

There's a time that I remember when I never felt so lost
When I felt all of the hatred was too powerful to stop
Now my heart feel like an ember and it's lighting up the dark
I'll carry these torches for you that you know I'll never drop, yeah

Wow. Those words are so inspiring, and sum up much of what I believe in.

Below are the full lyrics:

Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you

There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day, yeah

Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy
But everything will be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Memories bring back, memories bring back you

There's a time that I remember when I never felt so lost
When I felt all of the hatred was too powerful to stop
Now my heart feel like an ember and it's lighting up the dark
I'll carry these torches for you that you know I'll never drop, yeah

Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy
But everything will be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Memories bring back, memories bring back you

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Can you solve this math problem?

Do I have a treat for you today! Can you solve this fun math problem above? Give your answer by commenting below. I'll tell you if you're correct or not.

Hint: You'll have to pay close attention. The math works out. It'll make sense once you figure it out, so don't give up too soon if you don't get it right the first time. Good luck!

I want you to give it the good old college try, but after you tried and if you want to know the answer, email me at cuong@cuong.com and I'll explain it to you. 

Solving problems isn't the most difficult part. In the real world, identifying the problem itself is the hardest part. Once you figure out exactly what to solve, the rest is relatively easy. The quiz above incorporates all that. If more parents and teachers foster creativity and open-mindedness, only then can our society take a huge leap forward, not only in technological advancements but also in social ones as well.

UPDATE! I want to recognize those who got the answer correct so far:

Nick Engelen (you're #1!)
Tony (dictionary has your photo under persistence)
Jessie Nguyen (you're so smart, Con!)
Miss Koopman
Eric Johnson (extra credit for being so tenacious!)
Emma from Australia
Hoa Le Nguyen (you're extra special to me, Hoa!)
Fady El Khoury 
Nabin Devkota (you made it because you didn't give up!)
Gifted_12 (yes you are!)
Joker (where's Batman?)
EXPLEMBUOIU0LUe (kudos for not giving up!)
Neo (your persistence paid off!)
Mon :) (irie, mon)
Atraiu Pradhan (thanks for reaching out, Atraiu!)
Sreemoyee Gupta 
Hannah (yes, it's you, the only Hannah!)
Shubham Singh
Aiden (well done, Aiden!)
Yahoo! Christine
Rorschach (you didn't give up!)
Yoink (you didn't give in!)
Richo (you neither gave up nor gave in!)
Nhung Hong Nguyen (you're so smart, Nhung!)
Kavitha Latha
Mary Joy Apepe (you were determined to get it right and so you did!)
Anupama Davuluri (you kept trying and you got it!)
Marilyn Sarita
Miss Tawau Lorghhh (you made it!)
Lyn Isabel
Shashwat Bajpai
Shyaam Ganesh
Judith F
Celal Malkoç (thanks for showing your work!)
Anupama Davuluri (I'm glad you didn't give up!)
Sailaja Konety
J. Anilkumar 
Zacurnia Tate
Isabella Stevens (you gave the most comprehensive answer I ever saw!)
Dalpat Jain
Yegon Philemon (I'm so proud of you for not giving up!)
Shailesh Gawas (you kept on going and you made it!)
Siele Philemon
Eindra lwin (you followed through! Good job!)
Steef (I'm glad you tried one more time and you got it!)
Mar (Hooray! You didn't give up and so you made it!)

Congratulations! I'll continually update this list once more individuals solve the problem correctly. If you know the answer, simply comment below, and you'll be recognized as well. Also, if you want to be included in the list, be sure to answer with a name because I can't give you credit anonymously. πŸ’›

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Six-year-old Miumiu playing "I'm Alright" by Neil Zaza

Can we get enough of six-year-old Miumiu playing the guitar? No, we can't.

Here she is this time with an electric guitar playing the rock classic instrumental song "I'm Alright" by Neil Zaza. So sweet.

Look at her little fingers go! You go, Miumiu! πŸ’›
"Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters shape wood; the wise master themselves." The Buddha