I’m Back.

“the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”

-Psalm 121:8

Hi fellow bloggers, it’s been so long since I’ve been back. With all these big new changes coming my way, I felt the need to sit down, blog it out, and update my life. I’m currently in my fourth year of college and I’ll be finishing a semester early. Never thought I could say I finished college EARLY… even if it’s just by one semester. I’m currently applying to graduate school which is thee most frustrating process ever. I receive flashbacks to those horrible memories of applying to colleges for my undergraduate degree. I feel the stress and pressure weighing heavily on me, of not only my parents but myself, to succeed and accomplish this dream. I am aiming for graduate school for occupational therapy. I am on my way world! I finally found my dream, goal, and passion in life. I love working with children in this healthcare setting. Helping these children, setting goals, implementing objectives and working with the families, it’s a dream job for me. However, I just hate that I have to go through more schooling.. more exams, credentials and licensing… it’s too much. I just want to work… is that so hard?? I want to contribute in this society and start helping my parents out with financial dues. It’s been hard on my family lately since my father was recently laid off and my mother chose to retire early. It was hardest going through my father’s lay-off. We never thought it would occur. It’s something you feel like that would occur in movies, until suddenly it enters reality. Before you know it, you lost a huge chunk of income monthly and it takes a huge toll on the family. I don’t even know if we can pay for my applications to graduate school. All I do know, is that if I don’t get in this round, it’ll be such a disappointment. USC is my dream school and I know I can get in. It’s just the GRE that’s standing in my way. I honestly hate standardized testing. I am absolutely no good at it, no matter how many hours I put into studying. I hate that the number I receive as a score determines my worth. It determines my placement in the application teams’ review whether I am deemed worthy enough to be given a place in the next round of cohorts. Life isn’t fair. Life is never fair, yet we are never allowed to complain about it. We are told to suck it up, learn from it all, and move on. It honestly isn’t the best advice but it’s the one I’ve taken. So here I am, juggling volunteering, work, GRE, classes, and application forms and slowly dying underneath my smile. I feel like here is where I am most honest than I ever been in the past month.

I end here with my prayer to God about all my struggles and hardships and breakdowns. I give everything to him, and through his strength and guidance, I know that I’ll be taken care of. I need to accept that it is His plan and not my own. It is so hard for me to give up control so I admit, this is something I am still working on. Nonetheless, it’s about trying. I pray that He’ll watch over my family and my father. I pray that He has a greater plan for my family and me.




a69924f3025575c3857a8bf35f1bd5f7I have had quite a share of relationships in my lifetime. No I’m not saying this to brag but honestly, I’m saying this because I’m ashamed. Those people who have been single their entire lives, they want to experience a relationship. What it’s like to be loved and share affection and memories between a significant other. However, it almost feels like just the opposite for me. We always want what we can’t have.

I wish I was still single. I wish I was still pure and haven’t experienced all those “firsts”. I wish I hadn’t made all the mistakes that I have. I have secrets that no one knows and honestly, I wish I didn’t know. It was all due to the decisions I made and I know, they weren’t the best decisions to do so.

I guess what I wonder is that, how do you know if this person is always the right person for me? Is he the one? The one I’ll be saying “I do” to? The one I’ll share my hopes and dreams with and build a family with together? I don’t know and that scares me.

It’s hard to let go of someone when you really love and care for them. And honestly, it pains me even just thinking about it. To know the person you shared so many memories with to eventually disappear out of your life. To lose the comforting fact in knowing that they’re always there. In that they are the first messages you wake up to, and they’re the last one as you close your eyes. I don’t want to lose that special someone in my life and knowing a few months or a year later they’re just a distant stranger. And what kills you even more, is to see that they have moved on. Gone out of your life, and into someone else’s.

Another thought that comes across my mind is, if not him then who? Is it someone I already know? A close friend? Or will I meet him someday soon during college/grad school/work? It boggles my mind to know that my future is so murky and unclear.

OH, and I remember the pains of struggling with relationships and all the unnecessary worries that come before. Everything from the first butterflies, to the chase, to either the rejection or success that results from it all. Even more so there are all the complications that result from liking someone. Whether it be they don’t like you back, or (worse) they end up liking someone else. Sigh. The struggles are real.

I wonder how life would be like if we all didn’t have feelings..


Solitude (noun) // the state or situation of being alone

“so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”

-Ephesians 3:17-19

It hurts. It really does. The feeling of exclusion, of dismissal.. of unwanted solitude. It kills me inside but I never let it show. I never “wear my heart on my sleeve”. If I feel kicked down or defeated, I choke it down. I head home, and laying on my bed with my face in my pillow, is where I let my tears stream out. People who know me always mention me to be a happy upbeat bubbly person. But that’s just the exterior. There are so many layers that make up a person.

I always wonder if I hide myself behind my smile. When I exchange my hellos and smiles between friends passing through the halls, I don’t truly mean it. It comes so easy for us humans (especially for girls) to be fake and superficial and it hurts a person. It breaks them down, but we never stop to realize our actions.

I think experiencing this firsthand gave me a new perspective on my own personality and how I treat people. When I was meeting these new people, I gave it my all. I wanted so badly to fit in and to socialize on my own without relying on others. I didn’t want to be a burden to them so instead I took matters in my own hands. I felt as if God meant for me to be here with these people, therefore I would have to work at this. It won’t come easy but I knew the result would be rewarding. However, it didn’t work out towards my favor. I tried so hard but others just weren’t reciprocating my enthusiasm and energy. Honestly.. it broke me down. It broke me piece by piece. I felt my confidence draining and I felt God to be so distant from me. I just wanted to cry out “God why why why? Is this what you wanted me to feel? Solitude?”. It hurts. It really does.

I couldn’t even hold my tears until my pillow that day. To feel such strong rejection in one night was too much to handle. A huge part of me wondered if God wanted me to experience this for a reason. That perhaps there are many others out there who are experiencing just as I am. However, instead, they are crying because I was part of the reason. That there’s something I could’ve done to help them or make it just a little easier. I felt their pain and I realized how much it can affect and ruin a person.

Solitude of loneliness. Unwantedness. Anger. Frustration.

We must remember that God is always there for us. I must remember that God has not forsaken me. But this is only the beginning, God always has a plan for us. It is never guaranteed that the roads will be clear and easy. However, it is during our times of pain, loneliness, rejection, and solitude that we must remain strong in our faith. To keep firm and our eyes and heart locked on God. I must not let a hindrance that occurred to affect my relationship with God. I’m not exactly sure where to go from here, but I know I’m not walking through this journey alone. He’ll be there by my side throughout the whole way while I figure it out.

~Hebrews 11:1~




California Street - San Francisco, CA (photo by Thomas Hawk)





a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world





“Flowers grow back, even after they are stepped on. So will I.”


Art vs Culture.


To define the two would be rather difficult when you truly think about it..
What is art? What is culture?

To me, when I think about art, I think of all the cliche answers such as it’s a freedom of expression or a way to express your emotions. The thing I love most about art is that artists create things that make you feel something. Whether it may be a painting, sculpture, choreography/movement, photograph or more, it can generate an emotion in you which I find so powerful and amazing. Art simply has no rules or boundaries but instead it’s evoking passion onto a piece and sharing it with the world hoping they too, can feel something.

Culture, simply to me, are beliefs or customs passed down through generations. The world is filled with different customs and it’s interesting to learn new ones. My ethnicity of Asian American embodies customs which my family still follows to this very day. It’s a way of living your life, almost like traditions.




It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
Amelia Barr