A couple of days ago, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Elite Daily published an article I had submitted. While I always love writing about music, I also like to write about dating and life. Now I’ll be able to do this through the “Voice of Gen Y.”
My first article was about falling in love vs. staying in love. I’ve received a ton of well wishes, so thank you to those who have read this. Everyone’s experiences and values are different when it comes to love, so it’s interesting to see how people respond and react to what I write. You can check it out below.
If you’re looking to travel to a country that’s fun, delicious, affordable and convenient, Hong Kong is definitely the place to visit.
I’ve been here for a little over a week (on business), and it’s been quite the experience so far. While work has me pretty exhausted by the end of the day, I’ve been pushing through my fatigue and lack of sleep to get out and explore this beautiful country. But, I haven’t been doing it alone.
With the help of friendly locals, frequent visitors and friends (new and old), I’ve adapted to this place quite nicely, though Hong Kong’s culture makes it very easy to adapt to. Most of the locals here speak English, and the public transportation system, MTR, is one of the greatest systems I’ve ever used. Imagine BART times a billion. Yes, it’s that good.
“I was once told that the word ‘passion’ comes from the Latin word ‘suffering,’ and because of the ability to suffer, we are able to retain the ability to enjoy and love. Both meanings of ‘passion’ serve as an essence to my appreciation for music, more specifically, the piano. I suffer because I slave over the technical parts of the piano and I love it because of the beautiful sounds and melodies that I can create with the piano.”
I wrote the statement above in a paper for high school. What amazes me is how after so many years, this message holds true now. This comment can be made about any one’s hobby or passion. It’s a message to keep in mind when you’re determined to be great at something.
My mom brought me to a group keyboard class for kids. I was 5 years old at the time, and was really there to hang out with one of my other friends, Phil, who had just started playing the keyboard. All of the other Asian kids looked like they were kind of into it, so I poked the keys to fit in with everyone else. My mother was thrilled.