@theacademy
I owe a debt of gratitude to the Gold Team. You have allowed me the privilege to witness such a transcendent, glorious evening for the industry that I so deeply love and the API community. ā¤ļø I was so āstar struckā by the beauty of humanity radiating through the emotional speeches, the celebrations, and many happy tears.
Thank you @gerrids.art for working your magic and making me feel confident and beautiful on this special day! š#oscars #academyawards #oscars2023 #eeaao
#beijing is a city of poetry.
I canāt say with precise words why Iām obsessed with it.
Its architecture, people, colors, moisture, cloud structureā¦
I could only make a video as a love letter to it.
The city that made me who I am today, a city that bears the burden of all my joys and sorrows - an ocean away.
šThis AANHPI Heritage Month feels especially emotional. This month marks my 8th year in the United States. For a long time, I felt caught between places and cultures. But this past weekend at the Gold House x Billboard Founders Party celebrating the Gold100, I looked around and saw artists, founders, filmmakers, musicians, executives, immigrants, children of immigrantsā¦ all building, dreamingā¦ reshaping culture!
Grateful to @goldhouseco and @roselyndimaano for the invitation. Grateful to @janetyangofficial my guide and idol. And love to the besties @mikewithoutm@kelsey.sha who keep me cozy, steady and sober š
#goldgala #gold100
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When weāre led astray by the sheer scale of our inner worlds, we remind ourselves that there are still so many places we havenāt seen.
So we take big, steady steps
toward the prickly cacti
and the heart-shaped rock!
My mom and many other family members carry idyllic memories. I donāt have such a gift, which is my excuse for not reminiscing about the past very often. Iāve joked defensively that my birth gift was an intrinsic and impenetrable pessimism.
2025 is the year where Iāve felt it becoming more and more difficult to take shelter under my own skin. To think deeper, fearlessly and unabashedly, without craving direction or correction from generative AI or external technology. Iāve spent most of my time judging myself, and not taken a psychological halt to appreciate the coolness of the running water on my hands as I wash dishes / the scent of scallions sizzling in a pan before I pour in the rest of the ingredients / the breeze brushing against my ankle when I wear a flowy dressā¦ As a result, Iāve been unaware of my habits, routines, likes, and dislikes. I dodge and deflect conversations about myself, and take pride in being a good listener.
I simply feel a gravitational pull toward the end of the axis, hoping that a higher power has written my function, and that I will arrive at the natural conclusion that is best for me.
It recently dawned on me that if I donāt reminisce, I lose the past. And if I also donāt have the present, then I only have the future - troubling projections, the discourse around humanityās inevitable descent, and ultimately, the unchanging uncertainty that drives everyone a bit insane.
As I write this, the last day of 2025 slithers close. And I would like to end this year by stating: I have no fucking conclusion to what I wrote. I think I wanted to say that the presence is not the answer to my questions, but itās a start to craft an anchor for my awareness, and a vessel for my pessimism.
