The earliest example of hindsight in my life that I can think of is the eternal ringing through my childhood of my mom telling me to take learning Chinese more seriously because I would “regret it when I’m older.” Continue reading
We’re all going through our own shit. Whether we’re worried about finding a job, finding true love, or finding meaning in our everyday lives, everyone has their own internal struggle. Continue reading
I’m back in your inbox, your feed, etc. It’s been a few days since I’ve posted, and even over the past few weeks, content has been pretty sparse, for a few reasons: midterms, hefty weekend plans, and in general, lots of big changes happening in my life. Continue reading
Here’s a lesson for you. You better not mess with a writer, because she will psycho-analyze the shit out of herself, everyone around her, and the entirety of your existence. Continue reading
published originally on the NU Chronicle
As I set my alarm for Monday morning late on a Sunday night, I decided on 8AM, before remembering, oh wait, tomorrow is Monday! No makeup, which means I get to sleep an extra fifteen minutes. I won’t look as good, but haha, whatever.
On Monday morning, I woke up and looked at my face. It really didn’t look that bad at all; I only started to feel the familiar discomfort and inadequacy as I walked past people on my way to class who looked much more put together and awake than I, with my under-eye bags (they’re designer), oily skin, and adolescent complexion. Continue reading
YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SOME ANECDOTE ABOUT HOW I STARTED THIS BLOG PROBABLY A BILLION TIMES ALREADY BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR READING AND SUPPORT!
WITHOUT IT, THIS SITE WOULD BE NOTHING MORE THAN AN ONLINE JOURNAL, AND LIKE MOST JOURNALS (ON AND OFFLINE) I START, I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED IT AFTER NO MORE THAN A FEW WEEKS.
BUT I’M STILL HERE, AND WE’RE NEARING THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!! WOW.
When I was a toddler, my pre-school had a total of six, large classrooms as well as one massive playground where the kids gathered and milled around for about an hour, everyday.
We bounced tennis balls against the wall and called it “wall-ball” but when I went back there as a teenager, the classrooms looked run-down and shabby, and I couldn’t believe that I could reach the monkey bars without lifting my feet off the ground.
Since I’d left, my pre-school had stayed the same and I had grown up in more ways than one. Continue reading