Thank God for the first generation

A While New World

Jessie-Qian-full

It is time, then, to appreciate the first generation and the ones who are rapidly forgotten. It is time to revisit how much they did for us and how much we did not understand in our younger years.
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She said, love don’t come easy

Because the Internet

Eda-Yo-full

I have been lucky enough to know love across oceans and continents, across thousands of miles. I know what it is to trace the outline of someone’s pixelated face when it freezes mid-Skype, defined by its poor resolution and candid capture.
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Hey Mama

Crowded

Agatha kehayas

In my eyes, my mother is the representative of the blend of tradition and invigorating change within society — the juxtaposition of domesticity and modernity in a world where “staying at home” is increasingly becoming undervalued as an aspiration or a job worthy of acclamation.
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Grapevine on fire

Because the Internet

Eda-Yo-full

Technology, they say, is both a blessing and a curse. If you’ve kept up with my blog at all — which is indeed a loose tribute to Gambino — you know that I tend to advocate distancing oneself from the pomegranate seeds of technology.
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The illusion of demographics

A Whole New World

If you haven’t been simultaneously bombarded with Vietnamese and Cantonese while eating in a Thai restaurant on University Avenue, you might wonder where the first half of your fall semester went.
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Eda-Yo-full

A penchant for self-love

Because the internet

We are a people known for our incurable ignorance. Perpetuated by the messages and specific newsreels chosen by the media, our unwillingness to grow more culturally aware is something that is both a product of our the media’s influence and a fault of our own lack of action. These days, with the wealth of technology at our fingertips, we can simply do better.
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Agatha kehayas

Public transit apathy

Crowded

This is a testament to public transportation as the rawest example of basic human experience. It is not apathy — it is synergy. A train car represents a spatial stasis where strangers’ days intersect — it is a kind of microcosm of humanity. The train car catches a momentary glimpse of coming or going for each person, a juncture impossible to replicate. Agatha Kehayas writes the Monday blog on being a quiet observer of crowded life.
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The cost of exploration

Inspiration porn

As an economics major who doesn’t care about economics and who doesn’t want to go into finance, I found myself clueless. Who was I? What was I doing with my life? I had my quarter-life crisis, and I bought a ticket on Asiana Airlines that would be the momentum I needed to change my life. So I thought.
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Eda-Yo-full

A nomad of dreams

Because the Internet

Home is where the heart is. It is, or at least it should be, where we can find the steadfast rhythm of our most important vital organ, where we find our most loyal pulse, especially when it quickens in anticipation or happiness.
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Agatha kehayas

Cry baby

Crowded

I had a hot face emerging from Evans every Tuesday evening, in disbelief of my ignorance. But I kept my insecurity under wraps, because the self-doubt I had from math class made me feel vulnerable. Being “good at school” was always something I hadn’t worried about before. It was a strength that seemed to completely dissipate — this time, I had no comeback.
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