12.01.2015 - Unreliability

It’s December!

A new month, and a plethora of things to come these next thirty days. I’m going to the Philippines and Palawan this winter break and I’m really excited for it. I was planning to meet all the friends I made in Japan there.

But.

I have this one friend, who consistently flakes or misses his train or simply doesn’t show up. He’s on the association board in the prefecture and even then, he doesn’t follow through on his events despite being leadership (if he even follows through to make events, that is).

It’s frustrating because he is an intelligent, passionate guy yet completely unreliable. And his unreliability is his downfall. He doesn’t get things done and expects life to be forgiving. We think very similarly politically and want to spend our lives committed to public service and social justice. But I would have a hard time recommending him to work in the organizations I want be involved in because of his inability to get things done.

Unreliability can cripple the rest of your talents and your life, in short. You can be an amazing, ingenious, brilliant person. But if you don’t have your shit together, don’t expect to make a difference. Passion isn’t enough - you need the conviction to follow through. Stop making excuses and don’t expect to be handed a bone when you have nothing to show for your abilities. Be the good friend, the good partner, the advocate who’s always there when you need them. Being unreliable is a description that will stick with you, even long after you’ve changed.

Don’t let it happen. Be reliable.

11.30.2015 - Positive

I haven’t been writing much about good things lately.

So I will make this post about gratitude and the positive vibes that result from being grateful. They say if you start the day off with appreciating at least three things in your life, your mood and outlook is improved for the rest of your day. (Although it’s nearing the end of my day at this point.) I’m going to try and remember to do that, on top of writing and meditation every morning. Good habits become good lifestyles which lead to happier people.

I am grateful for:
• My dogs. I love waking up to at least one sleeping by my side every morning.
• My job. I don’t want to be a teacher just yet, but I still love having a flexible, fun job that gives me the opportunity to work with kids. It’s such a sense of fulfillment, so I am grateful for this job for teaching me what it means to love your work.
• My readiness of leaving my comfort zone. I knew that many people didn’t like leaving their comfort zone, but I witnessed it today firsthand and it made me appreciate how leaving my comfort zone, trying new things, or meeting new people didn’t scare me. I think it’s necessary to take risks in order to grow and to do that, you have to be okay with the unknown. So I am grateful that my history and experiences have taught me to embrace discomfort and growth.

I want to be better. I want to help other people be better, too.

11.29.2015 - S'es & Races

I didn’t have much time this morning to write because I had to leave for Tahoe pretty early.

It was a fairly short day for snowboarding, but we got a lot of practice in at Bear Valley. Our lift tickets were free because of the Snowbomb deal and I found the bunny slopes to be the perfect angle and width for practicing carving. My friend Ying and I were finally able to get a couple of S'es in today. In Japan, I could only do maybe 1 or 2 heel to toe turns at a time, but we were able to practice them a lot today and by the end, could do most of the run without falling or ‘leafing’.

The ride home, however, was the most insightful. Ken was able to keep me alert and engaged by talking about issues of race and subconscious bias towards looking for partners. Homosexual black females across research studies have it to the worst in economic, social, intellectual - all areas of life. Women get overlooked, paid less, and interviewed less even when the resume is exactly the same and only the name has been changed. More American names are also prized over ethnic names. The straight, White male is unsurprisingly at the top of every food chain.

It’s interesting to note that Asian female are considered to be the most attractive demographic across the board. Short Asian males, on the other hand, have it pretty tough because of how the media portrays them (weak, feminine, and scrawny) and how important height is to people. To many, height is equivalent of confidence and success, but that isn’t necessarily true at all. Confidence, he says, is having nothing to hide - not even all your insecurities and flaws - and owning up to who you are as a person. That’s a very different definition of what confidence means to a majority of people. I do agree that true confidence at your core starts with really understanding and accepting yourself. As long as you are always striving to improve yourself, more confidence will come. But even with all these things, Asian males and especially short ones, have the cards stacked against them.

A lot of times, you may not even be aware of these biases. I was asked: a tall White, scrawny male or a short, but very fit Asian male? What if both men were tall? What if both men were fit?

What about: tall, fit White male or a tall, fit Asian male with a better personality?

You would think the answer was obvious. That race didn’t matter. But subconsciously, something must’ve crossed my mind and I hesitated. I didn’t immediately choose the Asian guy who was equal physically and had a better personality and I didn’t know why, consciously. But I think it could have something to do with media portrayals and my childhood and young adult life growing up.

Being Asian-American wasn’t always the easiest hand dealt. Not 'white’ enough to be American. Not 'yellow’ enough to be Asian. Being ashamed of immigrant parents and constantly responsible for bridging cultural gaps. Fighting for Feminism, yet expected to be submissive by your culture. Sometimes being bullied for introducing strange customs or bringing food to school that looks and smells different. Being different in general. And having a stereotype to follow your essence wherever you go. Having your face and appearance define who you were before you even had a chance to open your mouth.

“I can use chopsticks.”

“You look like Nikita the spy. :)”

“You know, I lived in China for a year. You can speak Chinese, right?”

“Konnichiwa”

“Why do you speak English so well?”

“How did you come to America?”

It’s tiring being objectified and fetishized at every turn and corner of bars around the world. Yet, I have to think of the alternative - the plight of the Asian male. While I am considered a part of the most attractive demographic, make me a male and all of a sudden I find myself at the bottom.

I’m not saying we all need to go out and make a multiracial relationship tomorrow. I’m not saying we should all date short (and tall) Asian dudes. I’m not even saying that my life as an Asian-American was particularly hard or that we all need to be completely, politically correct. Because every race and every demographic has its qualms and specific issues they deal with. Every group of people will face discrimination, subconscious or not.

I’m saying we should understand that the media has power and has affected our biases, whether we know it or not. We should try to understand where we stand in the world, how we are seen as a group of a people and try to dispel these notions and spread more open-mindedness. We should give chances and second chances to people to refute stereotypes.

I’m still working on accepting my race and culture as part of who I am and accepting the prejudice that comes with it..

But the next time someone asks me out, I’ll be sure to stop and think twice about my preconceived notions about who they are based on what they look like. Whether they’re Asian, Black, Latino, White, Green, Blue.. I’m going to give them a chance to tell me who they really are, and not what society has dictated.

Come at me, bruh!

11.28.2015 - Health

This Black Friday made me think a lot about things I could buy to make my lifestyle healthier.

Growing up, I was always under the impression that if I just ran everyday, I could eat whatever I wanted. Or that because I am Asian, I would never be fat. But there’s a significant difference between being skinny and being strong. I want to be strong and fit, not squishy and skinny-fat. It’s disgusting, really.

I have a hard time fighting my cravings, but I’ve finally listened to my body and noticed how shitty I feel when I eat oily or fatty foods. I literally get impossibly slow and sluggish - neither of which is ideal. You can’t just eat whatever you want, it’s both diet and exercise.

I finally made the commitment and bought a blender this weekend - the NutriNinja Pro. It didn’t come with much, but it seems promising thus far. My friend Samee and I are going to try and do two smoothies a day and only one real meal. I figured friends were the way to go for motivation. (I’m sorry, I meant inspiration.) Also, eating more fruits and vegetables is great for the environment. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m going to work towards eating less meat in general.

In light of finding inspiration to go to the gym, I’m having a hard time finding gym buddies in the East Bay to work out with. Many of my girls in general don’t work out or they’re too pooped after work to commit to the gym. It’s difficult for me to stay on track without accountability. Maybe what I really need is a consistent group at the gym to meet up with or a personal trainer, even. Damn, it’d be so much easier to live in the city.

I also wish all my friends who worked out were on the same apps. I’m on myfitnesspal, Nike+, runkeeper, even Fitbit from when I had one. I wonder if I should get a Fitbit again…

But that’s just me complaining.

I really just need to drag my ass out of bed and go do it every morning.

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Happy Thanksgiving 🙌

11.27.2015

There’s this segment on the Adams’ Family take on Thanksgiving day that I highly recommend.

There’s a Thanksgiving play for all the wealthy whites whose children play lead roles of pilgrims. The script is incredibly biased and the pilgrims make derogatory jokes and look down on the Native Americans, calling them “savages” and “uneducated”.

Wednesday plays the role of the head Native American princess and just when it seems like they’ll be sitting down with the pilgrims to enjoy a feast, Wednesday forgoes the script and tells it like it really is. How the pilgrims stole their land and Native American livelihood was reduced to scraps on the roadside. Wednesday refuses to accept Sarah Miller’s (the lead part played by a rich, white girl) grace and instead wages war on the encampment with her fellow Native Americans because of the future that will come.

In the end, Sarah Miller becomes the “turkey” and is tied to a totem, ready to be burned at the stake. Wednesday lights a match and smiles at just revenge.

The episode about how privileged whites revel in the Thanksgiving holiday and traditions, but forget that they themselves have attributed to forcing Native American tribes to dismal reservations and low standards of living. Native Americans have essentially become fallen and forgotten communities although they were the ones that helped and ensured the survival of the pilgrims.

In light of Thanksgiving, we should not give thanks to Christopher Columbus, but instead to the Native American communities. It is thanks to them, that we are able to be here and survive today. We should show our gratitude to them in better ways than we have in the last 500 years.

11.26.2015 - Baba

Everyday, we should be grateful.

I watched a couple episodes from Aziz Ansari’s Master of None and the Parents one struck a chord with me. It’s fitting that today is the day we give thanks.

My family isn’t perfect - dysfunctional, even. But in the end, they are my family and I am grateful to have people in my life who support me in what I do. My dad, especially, has really loved us and given us everything. He gave up everything to give us this life. A life that knows no hunger, no homelessness, no poverty.

He told me yesterday that he doesn’t need much, just family. That’s why he doesn’t fight with my mom anymore even though she’s ridiculous and unreasonable sometimes. He just wants the whole family together again to make up for the time we lost in our childhood. He said he felt sorry me and my brother lost that growing up.

You see, my dad was an orphan. So it probably hurt him the most when my mother walked out of our lives. He had to raise us both on his own in a little apartment in Millbrae. My dad worked a lot and didn’t really know how play with us or take us out to things - he thought that by making more and more money, we would be okay. My dad wasn’t always there for us and it was tough growing up on our own and figuring out all our emotional and mental issues without our parents, but I think Dede and me turned out alright. He provided for us and we never had to worry about paying for food or tuition bills. And we owe it to my dad to make things work at home now. All he ever wanted was family. So although he doesn’t talk much, I can tell he’s happier now and grateful that we are finally together with my mom after 13 odd years.

I am thankful for my family.

But above all else, I am thankful for my dad.

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