There’s just something about a prickly, unfriendly vagabond going through a life-defining character arc to become a well-developed paragon of goodwill

The human experience is powerful. It leads us down a path that we unintentionally walk. Our fates, destiny, or whatever you'd like to call it, is not predetermined, but is heavily influenced by our visceral experiences.

The first time my mother said “I love you” was likely on the day I was born. As she held me, she must have thought as she brushed her hand against my cheek that this—this was love. I was love.

Pokémon, is it corporate and soulless or still heartfelt and meaningful?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎

We’re having an identity crisis. Do you know who pays for it?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

An explanation behind my karaoke song, “Love” by Keyshia Cole: memories, family bonding, and the Filipino singing gene.

In my more depressing moments, I wonder if this family history of division and displacement manifests itself in the lives of all my family members, myself included. It is just as silly as it is comforting to attribute that haunting sense of displacement I have felt all my life to some concrete past

Got a craving for some good Japanese food, but overwhelmed by the literal dozens of options on The Ave? I've got five solid spots for you to check out.

heart pounding with excitement and joy // of seeing such hope and possibilities // in the plain paper and junk. // your handmade games made the lessons fun // for you knew what life was all about // the playfulness in children’s wonder // to be immersed in the present moment.