You’ll have to forgive me as this isn’t my usual style of writing. I genuinely didn’t think I would be writing something like this… but given the comments I’ve received and read, I think this is the best place I can put my thoughts.Read More
"Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years?"
Who remembers this as a default question on the first day of high school or college? And then they ask it again later in the year or the semester to gauge where you've grown.
Truth is, it's a bit of a loaded question isn't it? How are we to know where we'll be in five years or ten years? The weird part is, when we're younger, it almost seems easier to answer some version of this question: if you're 18, in five years, you've most likely graduated college and are working at your first job. And at that age, the idea of ten years is terrifying so we probably all say stupid things like "I'll have a Ferrari" or "I'll be Chief something-or-other of a company."Read More
I've had bad skin as long as I can remember. My dad used to say that it was because I didn't wash my face correctly (cue eye roll.) For years, I just dealt with it - enlarged pores, very oily t-zone, frequent breakouts in the same places, and uneven skin and scars thanks to fingers that just can't hep themselves from picking at breakouts. When we started wedding planning, I knew one of the things I had to do was figure out a way to have the clearest, brightest, glowing skin possible on my big day. And with just a little less than a month until we say 'I do!' I want to share everything I've done to make this possible.Read More
I don't usually like posting so often – it unsettles my OCD when the dates between two blog posts aren't exactly within 7-10 days of each other. But in the spirit of celebrating a quarter of a century (and piggy-backing off of my "Dear Little Me," post) I wanted to sum up 25 of my 'lessons learned' in the last 25 years.Read More
Time sure flies. As almost-quarter-century me is sitting on the couch next to The Fiancé after watching The Arrival, something struck.
When did we stop being weird? Or rather, why?Read More
Hi. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm one half of an adult couple who enjoys vacationing in Walt Disney World and I'd like to address your letter to us.Read More
One of my best friends often jokes that I have an identity crisis. Hence, the title of this post. If that sounds confusing, well, it's because it is. Even to me. Growing up in an immigrant household that held on to traditions isn't easy. There were times growing up where I wanted nothing more than to be American - blonde hair, blue eyed, Thanksgiving dinner American. I wanted English speaking parents that didn't need my help to fill out forms. I wanted the homemade sandwich lunches. I envied the kids who were 1/3 this and 1/16 that – I thought I was boring, being just 100% Chinese.Read More