I came to college with a desire to change. I wanted to reinvent myself from the awkward high school senior who shaped the past 18 years of his life through the pursuit of a goal that was ultimately not his. I came with a set of dreams — for myself, for the world, for something […]Read more "washed with a passing desire"
As the only high-budget Hollywood film in the past 25 years with a majority Asian cast, Crazy Rich Asians offers a much-needed reprise to an industry dominated by — to put it delicately — not, not white people. And because the movie holds such historical significance, it also inadvertently takes on the role as the […]Read more "‘crazy rich asians’"
I wonder if I have become discomforted by the concept of happiness itself. Like the freezing of cellular fluids within a frostbite victim, the sudden introduction of a warm point of contact would only permanently damage the existing frostbitten tissue. Instead, only a slow introduction of warmth is able to thaw a frostbite without incurring […]Read more "the s0und of summer"
According to my privilege, at least. During the school year, when I purchased a dark roast from Green Line Cafe every day on my way to my first class, I never thought much about the casual money I had been shelling out to finance what may be a caffeine addiction. I wouldn’t know; an addiction […]Read more "summer tastes like an iced coffee"
What does it mean exactly when someone says they want to make a difference? From reading over 1,000 Common App essays within the past couple of months in my work at Character Labs, I have become very familiar with the frequency at which people believe they are making a difference. Perhaps it was a two-week trip to Haiti […]Read more "my issues with voluntourism"
Behind me on the bus sat a teenager who enjoyed streaming basketball games on his phone. He wore a Los Angeles Lakers lid and a black shirt with the letters U.S.A. brazenly embroidered in the middle. He enjoyed cursing in English. I never considered myself invested in sports, but I watched the Super Bowl this […]Read more "pretty painting"
For me, it’s never been a matter of when or why. I don’t choose when to be sad; I just am, often and unpredictably. The moment of inspiration many people imagine writers to have is a universal reality to me. Because the resting state of melancholy that propels my existence, unlike the temporary relief of the […]Read more "i write to alleviate sadness"