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I think I see Valentine’s Day this way because of the way it portrayed to me by my own parents. Growing up, neither of my parents were never very romantic with one another. (It’s always made me insanely curious to know what they must have been like while they were dating — I’m almost 100% sure it was the opposite.) Throughout high school, every time Valentine’s Day rolled around, my dad would leave for work and peck my mom on the cheek — if he remembered what day it was. “Oh great, the one time a year I get any affection,” my mom would retort, thrusting his boxed lunch at him. Sometimes he’d already be getting into the car when either my sister or I would remind him what day it was. Already in work-mode, he’d tell us, somewhat begrudgingly, to get Mom so he could deliver the peck while he was halfway in the car. Then as the day would end, my sister or I would call him to ask if he had gotten anything for her before dashing off to the store to buy some overpriced flowers and a card that he could sign in the garage.

In my head, as I got older and learned that love can be showed in other ways than holding down a job or paying the mortgage (no small feats!), I told myself I’d try my best to find that balance between the love I was shown at home through my parents and the love I knew existed through the media and my White friends — that outward, unprovoked physical demonstration of love. I thought it would be cool if one day I could be still so in love with someone after years of child-rearing and housekeeping that I’d still want to show everyone around me just that — we were still in love. I wanted to make my kids feel just a little bit uncomfortable about how much their parents liked each other and teach them that being affectionate both physically and verbally is natural and healthy.

Then, as I got even older, I learned more about love from my own experiences. That love can make no sense and feel great, but it can also not make sense and feel really awful. It can be a fickle and unreciprocated. It can feel weird and empty. It can disappear. I slackened my expectations of myself and resolved to just try my best never to get divorced.

My dad’s way of showing his love for my mom is and probably always will be through provisions — paying utility bills, for doctor’s visits, car repairs, vacations. And probably because we’re an Asian family, of the progeny that’s never placed a high value on hugs, kisses or audible ILYs, I knew well that other displays of love could be expected, but really, what’s more more important than having a partner who can provide for you?

I don’t blame my parents for showing me marital love the way the only way they know how. They’ve taught me what consistency, companionship, stability and living a moralistic life can look like. They’ve also nurtured one of the best families I’ve ever known (totally biased, of course). I have a lot to learn from their relationship, even if I’d made some tweaks of my own.

For first time in a long time, I went out on Valentine’s Day evening and walked around some of Hong Kong’s busiest districts, seeing young and old with giant bouquets and silly grins spread across their faces. I loved that I was in Hong Kong, in Asia, amongst people who are too quickly typecasted as “submissive”, “emotionless”, “non-demonstrative” — sometimes even “prudish” or “not sexy”. Not tonight. It was fun and cute and heartwarming in a way my overly cynical self would have gagged at a few years ago. I hope I never go back to cringing visible acts of love and happiness (unless it really deserves to be cringed at).

I wanted to share some stories on love that I found in the week leading up to Valentine’s Day. Most of them I read forgetting that Valentine’s Day was at the end of this week — I merely came across them as expressions the type of affection, gratitude and appreciation we should strive toward everyday. I like being reminded of how to better love people, whether it’s romantically or in the interest of being a better human being.

Every week month time I can… I plan to post a few interesting reads I find worth sharing with others. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Cheers to being in love and learning how to love better.

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Photo: Nicholas Nixon

“A Lot of Love (and a Little Out of Control)”  – An intimate series of portraits entitled “Bebe and I”, chronicling the love between photographer Nicholas Nixon and his wife, Bebe.

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“Remembering a Folk Art Visionary” – My visit to Calipatria was very hot and very stuffy but memorable because you don’t find art like this everyday. If you ever find yourself in Southern California, I hiiighly recommend a visit to this unique section of Slab City! Even if you don’t believe in God, it’s a good place to think about universal love. RIP Mr. Knight and long live folk art!

“Can Marriage Cure Poverty?” – Less about love and romance than marriage, politics and poverty. Still, a read that ought to make us think about our reasons for getting married and pressuring others to do the same.

Washington Post journalist Ezra Klein writing on getting married (to NYT’s Annie Lowrey, author of the aforementioned article). It’s (super) sweet.

“Seduced By A Gift That Broke The Rules” – This one is a year old but I come back to it from time to time because it’s hilarious, heartwarming and makes me wonder if I have Asperger’s.

“Before the Web, Hearts Grew Silent” – Another warm and fuzzy from NYT’s Modern Love column. It’s about long distance love, life before Facebook and real-life reckless adoration. So good.

Top image: my own, taken in San Diego after visiting Salvation Mountain.

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Chili cheese dog from Weinerschnitzel. A #5 combo from Del Taco plus two chicken soft tacos with a Sprite. Beef Chalupa Supreme with a Baja Blast and cinnamon twists. A #2 from In N Out with grilled onions and either a 1/2 chocolate, 1/2 vanilla shake or a lemonade with Sprite and animal style fries (with ketchup and pepper) and yellow pepperchinis on the side. Wendy’s chicken nuggets (no less than 10 pieces, pls), a baked potato with bacon and sour cream, a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, plus fries and the largest sized Frosty they are legally capable of selling. Popeye’s chicken strips with the following Signature Sides: mac n’ cheese, cajun fries with ranch, green beans, red beans and rice and a Dr. Pepper or a Sweeet Tea. A Costco polish dog with mustard and Sprite mixed with Minute Maid Lemonade. A Chipotle barbacoa burrito with black beans, lettuce, corn, tomatoes, sour cream, cilantro-lime rice and onions, with chips and guac and a Sprite. Four al pastor tacos with green sauce and extra radish from the King Taco off E. 3rd St., plus a large horchata. A 5 Guys chili cheese dog with onions and fries. A #6 combo from Weinerschnitzel or just any corn dog with mustard from anywhere.

I don’t always know what to catalogue but when I do, it’s my favorite fast food.

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Is it possible to fall in love with a book?

I’m just wondering because I really think I’m in love with The Count of Monte Cristo. I’m probably not the first person who’s felt this way about this particular book (or that she felt like she could marry a bunch of words) but man this Alexander Dumas guy is GOOD!

I’ve recently decided to take a break from non-fiction which is what got me into The Count in the first place. Typically 80% of my reading time is consumed by news articles on the Internet and for a while, the remaining sliver was devoted to book on light and fluffy things like deconstructing race or understanding restorative justice. You know, stuff you read at the beach or on the toilet. Oh, wait, you don’t read A People’s History of the United States at the beach? Right, of course not. (No really, it’s not relaxing at all) While none of these were bad reads (completely the opposite actually!), sometimes it’s good to exercise your imagination in a way that only fictional literature can. And being the type who already over-analyzes everything, I figured could probably use a little whimsy.

It has been such a fantastic journey getting back into this genre. When I started reading The Count, I realized just how much great fiction lit I was missing out on. I’m only fourth of the way through, (it’s 1276 pages!) but I haven’t been able to put this book down! It’s truly is an “epic” read, in all senses of the word. And when you come across something really great, don’t you just want to share it with everyone? I could go on and on about the poignancy and sincerity and romance that Dumas writes with but I really think you should just read it and see for yourself. In fact, if you need any convincing, here is a link to some of the greatest quotes from the book to get you started.

All that to say, I’m curious to see what everyone else reading? What have I been missing out on? I’ve tried to keep track of all the books I have read and am reading on my Good Reads account. So far, I’ve enjoyed everything from Mindy Kaling to Haruki Murakami and am eagerly looking for more. Share with me what you’ve been reading, I’d love to hear your suggestions!

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Today we celebrate the end of the 30 Rock era. I’ve had so many good times with Liz, Jenna, Tracy, Toofer, Kenneth, Matt Damon, Cerie, Dennis the Beeper King, Grizz, Dot Com, Lutz, Jonathan, Gay Will Arnett, Peter, Frank, Dr. Spaceman, Greta, and my all-time favorite, Jack. I’ve spent many nights in bed with a large bowl of spaghetti or a stack of processed cheeses or a bag of doughnut holes, laughing like a horse at the hilarious irony of Liz’s life and it somehow related to mine, different as our lives actually were. While the show will forever live on in my little heart, I know I will have to find other shows to fill the enormous void it has left in my life. And I know I’m being a little dramatic but only a little.

Clearly I’m really sad about the show’s end but I’m also pretty excited to see what other writers are coming up with next (and praying to the movie gods that Tina will write another movie as incredible as Mean Girls). Mindy Kaling’s The Mindy Project is floating along well (I’ve heard it gets better, if you didn’t like the pilot), and Girls has everyone from Steven Soderbergh to James Franco tuned in (maybe not the greateast contrast to drive my point across but basically a lot of people like the show). In general it seems like women in television are making outstanding headway (my instincts are telling me to include the word, “Homeland” somewhere in this post, though I’ve never seen it). Sure, we still have a very looooong way to go but let’s not be pessimistic — right now the number of smart, sometimes self-deprecating, likeable women I see on TV, and in the media, is really, for lack of a better word, refreshing. Please note: I’ve carefully excluded any mention of New Girl because I don’t like the show and I don’t find it refreshing.

I’ve been wanting to write a piece celebrating some of the wittiest, silliest, most honest women I’ve seen pop up in the media as of late. There are quite a few, beyond TV or film that are worth mentioning. They make it okay not to be the hottest person in the room, mostly because they’re having too much fun cracking gratuitous jokes, flashing ugly faces at the camera or making dry remarks about how easy it is to work with a naked Ryan Gosling. They make me laugh as they laugh at themselves and they demonstrate how a sense of humor and the right amount of taking yourself seriously is all you need to seem attractive and be likable. We all know about Tina and Amy and Kristen (Wiig). But here are some other women I’m talking about:

1. The Fashionista — Leandra Medine

Thumbs way up.

I salute the East Coast for breeding women like Medine. Being that I’m a West Coast native, Leandra is the type of New Yorker I find admirable and fearful all at the same time. She’s articulate and well-read. She worked hard to build her blog beyond a catalog of stylish insights into a well-respected brand. She’s insightful, the way a thoughtful, good girlfriend might be and silly, the way said thoughtful and good friend ought to be (see photo). She’s a prolific writer and journalist by training. Plus she owns one of the best closets in America, hands down.

You know. I really should hate her but surprisingly, I don’t.

I remember first coming across her blog, The Man Repeller, a while go and very angrily thinking to myself, “Why the hell didn’t I think that?!!? It’s brilliant!!1!” I didn’t because, well, Medine did first. She inspires a lot of us to not give two shark farts what we wear or how we wear it as long as we think it looks good — this usually works because most women are dressing for women anyway. (Most women, not all)

Her Instagram captions alone could write 30 Rock’s successor, this time about a woman who completely cares about fashion and is now happily married but doesn’t mind acting the fool sometimes. On par with her fashion sensibilities are her thoughts on womanhood, marriage, friendship and other stuff most ladies my age care about, all of which she writes about on her site, with an air of total approachability. She just has a certain je ne sais quoi, in my book.

Image: Manstagrams

2. The Actress – Emma Stone

Damn Gina!

Damn Gina!

I think Emma Stone is beautiful, in all senses of the word. Physically she’s ravishing. I’m partial to redheads but really her physical beauty is pretty undeniable.

Beyond that, rarer still is her personality, which only serves to bolster her work as an accomplished actress. I don’t remember the last time I saw pictures like this of other so called Hollywood “It Girls”. She says meaningful things like, “I just always thought I’d be a comedian. It was way more important to be funny or honest than to look a certain way.” Or, “I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.” Preaaach. This is why she was the perfect cast opposite The Gos in ‘Crazy, Stupid, Love.’ that was the epitome of Hannah. These are Stone’s thoughts on working with Mr. “Hey Girl”: “I really like his brain.” Okay girl, get out.

Image: Fanpop

3. The Bathing Suit Model — Chrissy Teigen

Girl crushin’.

Readers, meet Ms. Chrissy Teigen, soon to be John Legend’s BFL (Boo for Life — I ought to trademark that). It’s really easy to hate her: she has a bangin’ body (you can’t quite tell from this photo but she models for some mag called “Sports Illustrated” and wears tiny bikinis for a living). She has flawless skin. She is an actual BEAST in the kitchen (and blogs about it here, with the sub-head: “personal random ramblings from a girl who loves bacon but can’t be fat.” Go figure). Other enviable qualities include being engaged to someone with a voice like sweet honey from the bear bottle, and having wit sharper than a Wüsthof knife. She is the full package. And I’ll stop making annoying food/cutlery related comparisons.

Most of my knowledge and perception of Teigen comes from following her on Twitter and Instagram which, ten years ago, would be really creepy but today is completely acceptable (though seemingly less so as I type it out). The photo above is courtesy of the latter and it perfectly depicts the type of humor I fawn over. How can someone be this hot and this funny? I wonder that a lot to myself as I read her Twitter roasts toward hip hop’s dishonorable icon, Chris Brown (and valiantly strikes down any and all of his Twitter minions with equal dexterity). She scathingly retorts to less-than-savory comments about her and her chosen profession. And anything about anticipating or dealing with her menstrual cycle is a goldmine of comedy. (I’m too lazy to find examples of these Tweets but just follow her, she’s frickin’ hilarious. And a lil craycray).

She has a brain and that’s something a lot of us wrongly assume bathing suit models lack. I know. I guess some of us were just blessed with both inner and outer awesomeness. I’m not going to sit and figure out what her major flaw must be since she also real good at taking ugly photos (see “Sexting with Brooklyn [Decker]”). It’s worth noting that she is half-Thai and you just don’t see a lot of Thai people, half or otherwise, in showbiz. And back to the food bit: during the presidential campaign, she cooked up an Obama-themed election party replete with “Sloppy Joe Bidens”, “Malia Quesdillas”, and “Obamacare-rot Cake”. Clearly John saw something good and put a ring on it.

Image: Instagram

4. The Sexy Trekkie — Mila Kunis

The Black Swan poseth.

So I’ve liked Mila Kunis since the days I fell in love with JGL (Joseph Gordon Levitt, have you heard of him?) (Jamesquas?). Read: a very long time ago. Even then, when Kunis was probably 14, she was pretty but also spunky (at 14 I clearly remember looking hideous and being uncontrollably awkward). You could tell she had a toughness to her, which obviously came out in her role as Jackie. Later in life I would realize pretty tough girls typically have more layers than one which is why I wasn’t particularly surprised she’s pretty passionate about politics, pretty agile as an actress, seemingly pretty down to earth (most interviews touch upon this) and a pretty big Trekkie. And what I actually admire about Kunis is the fact that she lacks the shame a lot of Hollywood celebrities (men and women) guard with mighty vigilance. Being shameless (in the right way) and being pretentious-less can make all the difference in how people perceive you.

Also I pretty much absolutely fell in love with this dress at the 2011 Oscars. Basically Kunis seems like the ideal girlfriend and girl friend — down for anything (she was Meg on Family Guy, after all), self-aware, vocal but not annoying about it, and interesting. (Hey, interesting individuals are lacking these days)

Image: This site

5. The Clothing and Sometimes Lingerie Model — Cara Delevingne

Hubba.

So that is the first image that pops up in a Google search for Cara Delevingne, who is not only a supermodel but younger than my youngest sister (and my youngest sister was born in 1990). Currently she is the face of Burberry and probably amasses more income in one year than I will in 20 (make that 93) but I guess that’s what happens when you look like Delevingne. And when you’re Googling a model, I don’t think most image searches render photos like that. So for that reason she’s making this list.

Truthfully I don’t know much about Delevingne other than the fact that she did not date Harry Styles, one of the members of that British pop band, One Direction. This I gathered in the quick Google search that generated the image above. As I mentioned, the reason why I’m including her in my list is because she’s making it fashionable to be a model who doesn’t take herself too seriously. (Or maybe this list is just becoming a list of people who are willing to cross their eyes and do the duck face, I don’t know) She wears beanies, dresses like a hipster-gone-hip hop fangirl from Brooklyn (the two are actually one and the same — though in actuality she is from a highly recognized British family) and seemingly has a pretty good sense of humor. Honestly I would much rather hang out with Delevingne today than, say, some of the models I grew up with.

Image: Koo

Wow. Did I really just write that much on celebrities I don’t even know? … Oh well. Tell me now: who would you add?

A Few Honorary Mentions:

  • The Girl Who Shouldn’t Only Play Supporting Roles — Anna Kendrick. She’s a stellar actress and hugely underrated. 
  • The Sloth Lover — Kristen Bell. Great actress with a magnificently unapologetic nerdy side. 

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I came across this video tonight and in five minutes, it somehow clarified the significance of my last two months of living in a new country thus far.

This post has a little bit to do with politics and a lot to do with indifference in the face of ambiguity.

Also, verbosity has always been a real strong suit of mine. Just a friendly FYI.

I expected to come to Hong Kong and have a few things fall in to place rather quickly:

1. A job. Obviously.

2. “Self actualization” in the form of living in an entirely new place and learning one, if not two, new languages. Plus all the other challenges of living in a country that is relatively foreign to me.

3. A career path (which to me is different than a job) that would define things for me for the next few years.

4. A husband.

I’m kidding about the last one. I really am. I’ve probably cursed myself and will find none of the above except a lover. Which actually MAYormaynotbeawesome……………………………………………….beep bloop bleep.

In all seriousness, at this point, it’s been roughly nine weeks since I started living here, give or take a trip home and family members visiting (which I don’t think count toward time living here). And I have not found any of the above (alright, save for a some pretty substantial moments of self-actualization). In fact, I’ve never, ever, ever, EVER, EVER been so confused in my entire existence. And I have even fewer friends than I did before so in the game of life, I am losing badly.

But it is hard to be a twenty something these days. It really is. Even my aunt, who is 80 and now retired, told me so when she came to visit. So it must be true because she is exceedingly wise. I make this point not just because I agree with her though. I truly believe that as my generation grows older, things only become more polarized. Our pursuits have become more difficult to define as we seek to figure ourselves out in the midst of so much freedom of expression — which, in of itself, is an entirely different topic that I’m not fully prepared to talk about right now. But I know there is a reason why I constantly long to be older and retired, like my cool aunt. It’s because I want everything to be laid out before me, to be neatly detailed and easy to follow. I’d really like an instruction manual on how to live the remaining sixty years of my life. It could even be as shoddy as an IKEA instruction manual at this point. That would be fine, even desirable at this point in time.

But it’s funny I want that considering this daring move I just made comes nowhere near a guidebook or instruction manual. When I truly consider what it would look like to live an exciting, single lady life, jet-setting around the world, carrying out my ambitious dreams of living in Hong Kong, it actually looks rather close to what I’ve been going through. But there is no way I would have known any of that back when I was sitting in my room in the Bay Area, booking my ticket. And looking back, there’s no feasible reason why I thought coming here would clarify anything.

But obviously in the midst of chaos and confusion, there is clarity.

I consider myself a mildly creative twentysomething with a strong interest in pursuing media. It’s absolutely the pinnacle of worst combinations for stability or providing parents with comforting thoughts of security and a life of domesticity for their (eldest!! scary!) daughter, but it’s the perfect storm for confusion and mini mid-life identity crises and good misadventures you hope you can tell your future kids when you find a partner who can provide the stability you’re not capable of creating for yourself.

When I first got here, I met a bunch of young Asian Canadians and Asian Americans who work for CNN as producers and writers. Two things happened: first, I thought I could get chummy with them and land a job. And second, I thought it was really plausible to get a job. At CNN. By merely knowing (actually merely meeting for ten to fifteen minutes) some people who work for Turner Broadcasting — a gigantic multinational company.

It never works that way, at least in my life. I will never forget the conversation I had with them after a panel on censorship in Hong Kong media. They asked me who I have worked for in the past (this was after expressing mild surprise that I had moved here without a job lined up or without an MA in journalism) obviously expecting me to throw out a few major networks. I told them I was working for a non-profit media organization based in SF (I remember one even laughed at the idea of an Asian American media non-profit, as if such a thing could exist), and skirted around the glaring detail that I have never worked for anything remotely “major”. They asked what type of writing I was interested in and after hearing them casually rattle off dates of historic wars, names of important political icons and prestigious universities from which they obtained their MA’s in journalism, I said rather weakly, “Oh you know, lifestyle writing. Like music, arts and culture. Film. Fashion. Really love.. shirts. And stuff.” So they immediately summed me up and told me the type of publication I should establish repertoire with. And the reactionary fireball in me resented that.

I realize they were just trying to help me by pointing me in the right direction but I don’t know anyone that likes to be boxed in. I love breaking news and in-depth stories. Soledad O’Brien is one of my idols. But I also love clothing. I find politics fascinating (I was at a panel on censorship, wasn’t I?!?). Yet I also feel very emotionally attached to the album releases of my favorite rappers.

What the hell am I suppose to do?

The Internet has made it seem possible for me to be a reporter for CNN, a Pitchfork music critic, a blogger for WWD and a casual foodie (honestly, never really cared much for food writing) all at once. I have valid interest in all of those things but I cannot possibly pursue all of them well. And herein lies not only my dilemma as a career path but my pursuit for the job I ultimately want to obtain.

In the days of my aunt’s adulthood, she was a social worker. She went into this job because it meant employment by the government (read: decent pay and job security) and it had some external good — it helped others. Who knows if she was a clothes horse or hip hop head or a Yelp Elite reviewer. She just needed a job that could provide some semblance of an income.

That objective, to some extent, no longer exists in this day and age. Today I met with a blogger my age who for the past three years, has maintained a blog on how to make your own clothing. She recently published a book with selections from her blog and is launching her website into a full fledged DIY portal. What that means exactly I’m not sure but I know two things: it will make her money and it wasn’t a job that existed 80 years ago.

So you see, being an author, blogger and fashionista are possible, thanks to the Internet.

I went away from my meeting with this blogger as I did from that meeting with those young CNN producers: utterly and deeply discouraged. I have always been worried that my lack of discipline in one of my interests would lead to a lack of focus in any of them — and now here we are. Focus is the whip I must unwillingly crack upon the back of discipline.

It’s true and it’s necessary. I might as well call it maturity. I’ve been confronted with it time and time again. The worst part is not knowing how to get there.

I don’t need anyone to tell me I have “some really great skills” or “they know I’ll eventually find something”. Even if I had a job, I would still be lost. The job would just be a distraction from the fact that I am uncertain about which of my interests to pursue.

Which is why this video was so meaningful.

Here you have our re-elected president of the United States, reminiscing about his work as a community organizer, not knowing at all what he was doing. If you have read his autobiography, you know what he means. He takes it a step further and relates to his audience — his canvassers, his campaigners, his speech writers, his marketing gurus, his social media consultants. And tells them they are far more talented and capable than he. This is the president of the US saying all of this.

When I found this video, I didn’t know it would impact me this much. I hit play and quickly after that, grabbed a pencil to jot down these words: “I had a vague inkling about making a difference but I didn’t know how.”

I found my eyes welling up because I loved so much that he said that. I loved even more that he didn’t know how. There is something deeper than charity or campaigning or strategy. It’s a humbling sense of altruism and of deep seated conviction to seek change (his original campaign slogan, if you recall). I appreciate that even though he had no idea how to mobilize people to change their drug and crime-ridden neighborhood, he did it anyway and would take what he could get to see change. He gets the struggle, he understands the meaning of “hustle” and he shows no ego about where he has gotten because of it.

I do spend a lot of time being worried that I don’t have a job. I have a cousin who is a year older than me, starting a doctoral program at Yale and a cousin almost a year younger than me, working at Apple having just left Pottery Barn (the former is happily married and the latter is happily engaged) (Please know I am exceedingly happy for both!). As a single, female 26-year old currently lacking a job, I have reason to be worried by my family’s standards and inherently, by mine as well. But I also get that not knowing is part of all of this. And what exactly is “this”? I think it’s merely not being indifferent to making a difference.

I face a lot of ambiguity and I know for certain many of my peers and closest friends do. Some are moving out of their chosen professions to better fill a role as a spouse and actually become employee of their spouse, no less. Others are trying to start their own business or ascertain their own career path.

The road for all of us in this wacky, GIF-ridden, unpredictable digital age is different and it is certainly unclear. But like my president, if we attach our lives to finding greater good for all and not being indifferent in attaining a greater good, even in the face of unknowable periods of ambiguity, then I believe in time we find what we were destined to do. Despite my worries and the dissatisfaction I seem to have with idle time, I will look back on this moment in my life and remember how it cleansed my vision and helped me to understand the larger picture.

And most of all, I’m glad I’m not indifferent — I’m quite the opposite, actually — and I know that despite my job title, in the sum of my 26 years, this is the one and only thing I have going for me.

I read this at least once a week, if not everyday. It’s like getting my five servings of fruits and veggies for the day. Fiber for my self-esteem. And someone once told me fiber is good for you.

“The Adventures of Unemployment: A Series of Hope and Ambition”

By Josephine Park, a talented artist and filmmaker who also happens to be my very good friend

I hope she doesn’t kill me for posting this. But I’m far away and I think she likes me too much to do that.