Disclaimer: I am going to misinterpret the moral community hypothesis. To say that I enjoy attending concerts is a bit of a misconstruction. For one, it assumes that it is a choice. Interest in concerts seems to be more-or-less an integral part of middle class, Asian American identity, especially among college students. Being in college […]Read more "music and the moral community hypothesis"
I live for those gentle winds against my thighs as I open my balcony door towards the tranquil rustling of tree leaves. I let myself dissipate into the anonymity of the darkness, reflecting upon the time in my life when I had feared the murky unknown for its beautiful uncertainty. I set my speaker down […]Read more "fall nights"
It’s raining. It’s always been raining. I accept the rain. I walk in the rain. I have always walked in the rain. I see people playing in the sun. I walk over to join them in the sun. I am burned by the sun. I walk back towards the rain. I invite them to join […]Read more "so/still alone"
Sometimes, I feel helpless. I don’t understand how I could have a deep desire to create meaningful connections with all of my friends in one second and suddenly become washed with a profound wave of despondency in another second. And when I am in a state of melancholy, the only thought that passes my mind […]Read more "i’m sorry, but i won’t make it to your party"
I received a job offer. I yelped. I called my mom. I took a nap. When I woke up, I had briefly forgotten about the past couples hours of my life. The same stresses still pervaded me. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I still don’t […]Read more "the nature of recruiting is deeply unsatisfying"
I walked into OCR suite A08 and sat down on the other side of a wooden table in from two white men in suits. They have my resume in front of them. They ask me about my experiences. They ask me about the company. I answer promptly because I did my research. I read their balance […]Read more "tell me about yourself"
I am not successful. I am not happy. I am not thriving. I am not the person that graduated from my high school — an aspiring pre-med student full of hopes and aspirations. I am tired. Relented. Every night, I smoke a cigarette on my balcony when I come back to my off-campus home. I […]Read more "i don’t get it"