I used to be competitive growing up. I wanted to be the most brilliant in school, however deluded I was. I convinced myself that I was a gifted child and was destined for immense success having won the spelling bee in the 3rd grade, mind you, having immigrated to
So. I withdrew from medical school. Things didn’t work out as planned. Gave myself time to cope with it while I figure out a new career path. My backup plans from before are no longer appealing. Like…I don’t like the idea of working in a research lab. I was
Beimen, Taipei, Taiwan
Boxes and boxes piled to the ceiling from the last major move, some I can no longer keep by me. For six years, they’ve been sealed shut and tucked away in a remote location in the suburbs. I don’t think I can KonMari my way out
Pride. A feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired.
To me, I take pride in a lot of things that have happened in my life. My health, job, education, personal finance, relationships, and friendships. All these
Back Sliding and ReBreaking Up
I wanted to leave but I felt selfish leaving you on the day you worked so hard for.
It didn’t really occur to me or maybe I just didn’t care. But idk if I can do this back sliding thing anymore.
As you lectured me over
4:58 AM, a candle-lit room of a spacious, eclectic, somewhat famous fashion studio in Sham Shui Po – I couldn’t believe I found myself awake in this strange, unfamiliar place in my last 12 hours in Hong Kong.
You know, I haven’t had a conversation like this in
Isn’t this such a lovely card? It felt miraculous after searching for so long, to find one with the perfect expressions and bursting with your sunflowers—almost as miraculous as it was to meet you.
I never got to tell you how absolutely wonderful you are, ____. Despite the
Heavy California rains last week had engendered a floral superbloom, and streams of butterflies were migrating en masse up north. Instead of witnessing the spectacle in open fields, as I’d hoped, I was staring out at the LA cityscape from the Americana parking lot, at the seemingly infinite pairs
In middle school, my mom used to drop me off early in the morning. With only the pre-dawn crickets and jostling of the janitors breaking me from my reveries, I would find myself waiting alone for first bell in the cafeteria. My thoughts, at the beginning, were enough to
This past Friday I woke up with a familiar yearning in my heart.
I knew what I had to do. I packed my backpack, took a half-day, and then drove to Canada. The sleeping giant was still there—just as I remembered.
This time I didn’t bring a 40-pound pack but I
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I recently found myself at the Asian American Writers’ Workshop, a community space I adore. I’m usually there on a weekday night for a talk or film screening, but this time it was a Sunday afternoon. The elevator doors closing behind me, I walked in and noticed a new
Whenever you’re one of the few, or the only person from a certain ethnic/social group in a particular scene, you inadvertently become the representative for the entire culture — which is a very tough position to be in, but I’m owning it — that’s
[Content note: homophobia, suicide]
Born in 1956, Leslie Cheung was one of Hong Kong’s most famous stars during the golden era of Cantopop in the 1980s. He was dashing, stylish and fitted the public idea of a perfect heterosexual
Last year, Invisible Footprints curated an exhibition at the Ontario College of Art and Design that featured seven contemporary queer and trans Asian artists’ reflections on the theme of queer Asian history. This year, the group
In her debut novel America is Not the Heart, Elaine Castillo writes about a Bay Area that is rarely represented in our culture: a home of working class immigrants. It’s a Bay populated with rundown malls and Filipino restaurants
The brainchild of London-based fashion and art curator Ryan Lanji, Hungama – which loosely translates to ‘chaos’ or ‘uproar’ in Urdu – was born after he noticed the lack of spaces and club nights allowing queer South Asian
Early on in therapy, my shrink told me to read about “learned helplessness,” a condition in which a person suffers from a sense of powerlessness, arising from a traumatic event or persistent failure to succeed. This failure is conditioned, meaning that a person learns to “give in” or “give up”