Friday, February 8, 2013

Why I'm Going to Cambridge.

This is one of the surest things I've done in a while. Which is sad, because even on this decision, I wavered a bit.
But it's one of the first occasions that I feel like I'm doing something for me. And I feel like my mind and my heart agree. I feel free. For once, I've broken past any expectations of me or the pressure I feel from comparing myself to my peers.
I am doing this one for me. In my first few semesters at MIT, I developed a four-year plan without even giving thought to what or why I wanted something in the first place.
I have a Word Document (typing that made me feel archaic for some reason...) that contains all of the most interesting or inspiring words I have ever read online. Today I pull one out from Steve Jobs at the 2005 Stanford Commencement. It's one that I remind myself of often and quoted around the sides of one of my paintings:

"Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
 
I know my education is important. But what makes education more valuable is what you put into it - your ambitions, dreams, and confidence. Currently, I lack the latter two, and it terrifies me. Hopefully, by making myself realize that I can do something very different from my peers for a year and survive and feel phenomenal, I can believe that life can be lived without a dictated roadmap. Well, being the paranoid individual I am, I will still at least have a loosely designed plan for everything :)
I'm young. So I shouldn't live life scared of whether I'll fail. I should do things that interest, inspire, and intrigue me. And I am.


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Mutual Admiration?

As I was walking down Memorial Drive today after a class at the Tang Center, I looked out across the river at the Boston skyline. I realized that none of these buildings existed more than 300 years ago. 
And yet in Europe, they have buildings that are well over 1500 years old that have such great intricacies (e.g. St. Peter's Basilica). 
I know our generation treasures the architectural innovation and beauty of these long-standing structures, but would the architects and commissioners from back then appreciate our modern architecture? Would they find it too simplistic or austere for the amount of money they take? Or would they be dazzled by the shininess and space each of our buildings shapes? 
Just a thought...


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Capture the Rapture.

It's amazing how some artists can capture the scenery in a beautiful city with watercolor and pen:










and this high-speed sketching - very efficient:


from SilverMere by Barbara Philip

Not exactly a scenery, but I'm going to do something like this for my trip to England
(it'll be a good incentive to not bring too many items if I'm drawing everything I bring!):





Sunday, February 3, 2013

W.O.W.

W.O.W. = What. Obvious. Wonders.

It's crazy how blessed I've been these past few months. 

Two big (I know - kind of cliche) things I'm very very thankful for:
- I am interning with Google this summer! (And had the problem of deciding between that and GE, a company I've wanted to work with for a long time!) 
- I am studying abroad at the University of Cambridge for my junior year! 
This is one of those opportunities I never dreamt taking, and now that it is becoming a reality, I am in awe. My heart literally starts freaking out every time I think about it, and I'm pretty sure I'm banned from the topic around my friends because I've exhausted it into annoyance. 
So now I've just been compiling a Google Doc Bucket List based on places I want to go to and activities/foods I want to try!

Now allow me to freak out about this on my blog for a while (betches, it's my online space!): 
holy carp*, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, 
 holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp,
 holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp, holy carp ♥

I deserve neither of these opportunities, and yet they're happening. I feel like the luckiest most blessed person in the whole world. 

I feel like Ron here. Ooh, or Cam. Better yet, this winner here. (I still love SNL.)

But in all seriousness, I am so grateful and undeserving of the blessings around me and I hope I can remind myself of how good my life is as the semester rolls in.

*see this blog post

And just for kicks:



Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Journ•all: The Ultimate Travel Journal

Check out this shiny BABY.

 


This is two of my friend's and my MIT 6.470 Website Competition entry for this year! I'd never made a website before, so this was a great experience.

Is it sad that the thing I'm proudest about is the name? Just kidding, I'm pretty happy with the outcome considering we didn't spend too much time on it. We should have, but it's IAP, and we decided to also explore the town and be normal college students every once in a while :)


A Little White Castle

five slabs of holy jaw-dropping goodness.




photos from de zeen

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Life is Soft


Blood Bond

How do you know how to love?
How do you know to hold the boy next to you while he cries for the first time in his life?
How do you know that’s what you’re supposed to do?
Who puts the words in your mouth when you finally find your daughter two counties over after a long fight?

Look back to the time when you were there
Stop and feel the softness
Look up and know you’re home.

Perfection is not sharp, it’s soft
it’s the softness that covered me when I was down
under with the demons
I was my own worst enemy

But she was there and he was there
and their lights they gave to me.
I was bare and cold, they gave me a fire to burn

How do you know how to love?
How do you know to scream out to the boy at the station, telling him not to go?
How do you know that’s what you’re supposed to do?
Who puts the words in your mouth when you look up and have to answer your son’s defeated eyes?

Look back to the time when you were there
Stop and feel the softness
Look up and know you’re home.


Note: 
This was mostly inspired by "Blood Brothers" by Ingrid Michaelson 
and "Riversong" by A Fine Frenzy