Like many of my friends, I am a first-generation Asian American.
Unlike most of them, I grew up in a pretty white-washed household even though I had two immigrant parents. Continue reading “Here’s Why Crazy Rich Asians Was The Movie I Didn’t Know I Needed”
That’s the amount of time left before I trade in my beach towel and burritos for spray tans and fist pumps.
Yup, that’s right. I’m moving back east (in case you missed my constant, almost-to-the-point-of-annoying stream of social media posts). After 10 years of bouncing around the country (first to Boston, then San Diego, then San Francisco, then internationally to London, and finally back to San Francisco), I’ll be reconnecting with my roots in the tri-state area. And I’m pretty damn excited, just as I’ve been excited for all my previous moves. Continue reading “Why do people keep telling me I’m running away from something?”
It’s 9:30 AM on a Thursday morning. I’m out the door, a disposition completely different from all the other mornings of this unemployed past month. It’s interview day. One more in the pile of mediocre positions that I’m applying to. Today’s company? A stuffy corporation that has coerced me to don the only pencil skirt and heels that I own.
As I’m trekking the mile and a half commute by foot (catching every pothole in the sidewalk with the spikes of my heels), I hear the voices of my peers pestering me about my “next move.”
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Cars, buses, cable cars… The streets of San Francisco never sleep.
Caught the cable car, an always-moving giant, taking a quick break from its everyday obligations. And I’m reminded to do the same.
My mama always told me that she’d give me the belt if I ever wrote on the walls of our home. I bet the mothers of these artists didn’t stop them!
Continue reading “Quickie: Writing on the walls”
“Everything up there seems colorful as heck.” -Jonathan Santos Galendez
Tis true. San Francisco is indeed a colorful city. The art, the walls, and especially the people.
Ok sure, you’re a catch. You’re sweet, incredibly kind to the ladies, a great snuggler, and may even write sappy love songs on your acoustic guitar for the ones that you care about. You have everything a woman could ever ask for in a man! So why, then, is it seemingly impossible for you to get the girl, despite your many tried attempts?
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The cable car is a staple in San Francisco culture. It’s incredible the way they move up the daunting hills of this city. And for some damn reason, they are even more magical amidst the backdrop of a beautiful sunset.
Standing at an intersection, both physically in this picture and metaphorically in life. Each path leads to completely different fates… Which way to go?
Walking my dog, I ran into an acquaintance who had recently moved here from Greece. We found this little gem of a park in Nob Hill. As we observed the circle of dogs mount each other, he explained to me the unique features that differentiate Greek sculptures from others. This fountain apparently was NOT Greek.