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  • okay wow. i have just spent the past 2 hours reading through your writing/thoughts and obsessing over every beautiful sentence and every beautiful detail. you have an amazing way of conveying yourself and evoking emotion from the reader. not sure if you saw the new quirky uchicago prompts for this year, but i would really love to read your writings/ramblings to one/some of the prompts. your writing is addictive.
    Anonymous

    Wow. My jaw basically dropped when I read this. Thank you so much for your kind words. It’s a huge compliment to hear about someone reading your writing and paying so much attention to the words that you craft genuinely. 

    I did see the new UChicago prompts this year and they’re really interesting! I probably won’t spend the time to really draft any sort of essay for one of them, but one day maybe I’ll use one as food for thought. UChicago prompts are always lots of fun. 

    And geez, you’ve floored me with that last line. Addictive? Maybe I should be writing more. =)

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  • Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured. -Mark Twain

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  • The River

    A story I wrote in June for Charlie, inspired by the style of Colum McCann.

    It is written from the perspectives of two dear friends. My teacher selected it as one of the five stories from our class that she’d bring to Colum McCann himself to read. It was cathartic for me to write this story and it made me feel connected to those I wrote about. The story was for Charlie. The story was for Dani, the other friend whose perspective I also wrote from. But the story is also for me. I’ll always be finding ways to honor his memory because I always want to keep his stories alive. This is just one way and I hope I did him justice. 

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  • Mash-Up Issues: When Standards Collide

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    mashupamerican:

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    The great thrill of being a Mash-Up is living as a bridge between cultures. But it can also mean living with clashing expectations of how you behave, how you speak, how you look — of how you live. Our Korean-American Mash-Up Joanne shares with us what it’s like to look Asian enough to be beautiful in America, and not American enough to be beautiful in Korea, and how she’s setting her own standards through the noise. 

    From Joanne:

    Like many girls, I believe there is no woman more beautiful than my own mother. My favorite compliment is “OMG, you look exactly like your mom!” Unfortunately, my mom is the archetypal tiny Asian woman: maybe 87 pounds sopping wet. I am not. My mom can eat three cream puffs and two bowls of rice for dinner and still worry that she’s losing weight. I eat a wedge salad with a tablespoon of low-fat yogurt and my “skinny jeans” are benched for a month. 

    For my 19th birthday, my family took me to an American restaurant — the Baker’s Square just down the block. Even at 19, eating non-Korean food was still an activity reserved for special occasions. I planned on inhaling a slice of strawberry cream pie. The waitress came by to ask the table, “Did anyone save room for some pie?” Before I could raise my hand, my father said, “Don’t you think you should pass? You’re getting a little too fat, don’t you think?”

    Perhaps he thought that couching the words “too fat” between the modest-sounding “Don’t you think”s would soften the blow, but I will never forget how his words sank like boulders to the pit of my stomach. I passed on my own birthday pie.

    The pressure to look alluring is the birthright of all women. However, being Korean-American raises unique challenges. My body, my face, my jaw, even — they’re all being measured against disparate standards of beauty. My lessons in Asian beauty were dramatically accelerated when my sister-in-law moved to the states from South Korea. I have since been educated in skin whitening, the many-faceted functions of Botox, and jaw-shaving surgery, all in an effort to look more weh-gook, or Caucasian. When I told my sweet little sister-in-law that I was trying to lose weight, she reassured me with the following, “But, Unni, you are American. You are very skinny in America. If you were going to Korea, yes, you would need to diet, but you are in America!”

    Recently divorced, my entre into singledom has inflamed all my insecurities like a heinous outbreak of herpes. For the first time in my life, I have started seeing non-Asian men. It’s upended my understanding of what is attractive to who, and whether or not I should care. Last week, when I asked my sister-in-law if I was sexy enough for my American date, she explained that I expertly blended my American-ness with my authentically “Asian” features — unlike some of my peers, I didn’t try and make my eyes look bigger with fake lashes or smoky eye shadow. “If you were white, maybe you need to be worried,” she said. “But you are Asian, so you don’t need to worry.”

    Because Asian women are inherently sexy to American men? Oof. Swallowing my misgivings about post-colonial Asian fetishism and the contradiction — and probably profound truth — in my sweet dong-seng’s advice, I merely shook my head and put on my flip-flops as I got ready to meet my date. Somewhere, in the mess of skin whitening products and cardio sessions and low-fat yogurt, tucked in the folds of self doubt and budding confidence, is that slice of strawberry cream pie. I’ll eat it someday.

    The pie is on us, Joanne. As many slices as you want. 

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    Hey guys!  So I submitted this write-up to this amazing blog, called The Mash-Up Americans, which discusses what it means to be [insert]-American.  I know a lot of you have followed me through my journey, but here’s a more intimate view of me. :)  Hope you enjoy!  And if you do, Follow!!

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  • Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.

     - The best advice I’ve ever received. (via scxndal)
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  • I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

     - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (via observando)
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  • Frauenkirche in Dresden, Germany x

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  • Why should you worry about the future? You don’t even know the present properly. Take care of the present and the future will take care of itself.

     - Ramana Maharshi (via larmoyante)
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  • wow I haven’t been on Tumblr in 3 weeks 

    I’m back in the USA, baby

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