Connecting the Dots

Do you ever feel like there's a "theme" to your week? A message/adage that follows you around, seeps through your mind and influences your actions?

Well, this past week, my theme was "connecting the dots." It all started when one of my friends told me to watch Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement speech. I ignored it -- too long. But then another friend from a very different group of mine told me to watch it a few days later, and I thought, "Ok, two people in one week is a pretty big coincidence." It's not like his speech is a new YouTube hit -- I mean, 2005? I was still in high school.

Suffice it to say that the speech did, as most inspirational speeches tend to do, "change my life," as my latter friend promised it would (at least, I still feel the residual inspirational effects of it!). You'll have to watch it yourself, but the main point that stuck with me was that only will we be able to connect the dots of our lives when we look back on it. Basically, hindsight is 20/20. Such a great message and reminder, especially to a 21 year-old like me, who continually struggles with the purpose behind my actions, and where my future will end up.

After feeling inspired by Jobs (such an incredible man), I retired that night and decided to pick up my current literary fling, "Marco Polo Didn't Go There" by travel writer, Rolf Potts. It's a collection of witty and post-modern written travel stories by Potts. Because I haven't gotten sun in a few days thanks to my desk job (wah), I decided to read a story based on the Mediterranean area.

"Turkish Knockout" was my story of choice, which told of Potts' experience as a victim of a date-rape drug. After regaining consciousness after the ordeal, he masochistically relives the events of the day and expresses how the each little encounter he had had with various "strangers" ultimately led to his demise (there are obviously more details to the story, but that's why you should just go pick up the book and read it yourself, duhhh!).

Sure, the end of Potts' story was not successful, as Jobs' was, but Potts did emote the same message:

"A certain 101-level existentialist (Kierkegaard, I think) once suggested that life is lived forwards, but understood backwards."

Ding, ding!

So there we have it, ladies and gents. The message of my week, indirectly told to me via two different friends and a book: connecting the dots, and having faith that our actions are all part of a master plan that will all make sense one day.

It's Not Neglect!

This post will be a short one, as I've taken to the "real world" by working the daily grind at a sort've fabulous marketing agency in West Hollywood (!!), thus leaving me with minimal time to devote to my beloved blog, aka my outlet of expression. Oh, blog, don't hate me so...

In the weeks since my last post, my home town, Los Angeles, has seen some great things. Por ejemplo, the Lakers put on another Lake Show and secured the 'ship. (For all of you who never saw "Hardball", that's the CHAMPionship.) My Lakers, my town! We won! I went positively ape. The irony was that though I'd religiously watched almost every game leading up to the nail-biter of Game 7, during Game 7 itself, I was actually in a car, driving through the mountains, en route to Vegas Wegas, hearing the play-by-play from none other than my dear mother, who, I'm sorry to report, is surely not as awesome an announcer as those on AM 710 (also known as "the radio station that loses service en route to Vegas." Hmph!).

Regardless, Mom's descriptions of the plays CRACKED me up:
"Lasol...has the ball....it's...it's...OH! WE SCORED! A basket! Go, Lasol!"

(Mom, bless your heart, but for the record, it's Gasol. Pau Gasol. GGGGGG.)

What else? Oh, our city was aflame with World Cup Fever. Viva! Viva! The beauty of living in LA is its diversity, so when worldwide events like the Cup occur, our eclectic, beautiful, colorful, mish-mash of people come out and show their pride. While driving to the mall when Mexico lost to Argentina (womp), I was so pleased to see Mexican flags billowing atop many a Ford Explorer. All of this, of course, was the day after USA lost to Ghana (blast!), whence I saw die-hard Americans with their faces painted, robed entirely, and solely, in our flag (LOL, could that be considered defamation? I mean, it's a case-by-case basis, but still...)

I had a fun time in the Third Street Promenade pub cheering our team on to...defeat...in a fraternity-like setting (because who DOESN'T enjoy getting beer sloshed all over her while getting rubbed up on by large men?!), but I couldn't help but think about all the other countries in the world who would be mourning/cutting themselves if their country had lost. My fellow frat frat brothers and I all moped about after the game, but honestly, I was happy snappy a few hours later. Thus, I must declare that should America have won the World Cup (definitely not talented enough yet for that, but dream with me), I actually would've been pretty pissed.

Porqua, you ask? Because! America is good at freaking everything, except soccer. The WORLD has soccer on US. For us to take that away - take that one sport, that one (of few?) unifying symbol of nationalistic pride and culture - for our country's glory, would be so terribly unfair. Americans do not love soccer as much as the world does. We have a long way to go from our AYSO, soccer-mom view on the sport. Trust, we have talent, but we're simply not there yet...

So, ICH LIEBE DEUTCHLAND! I hang your colors proud in my car, Germany, and I thank my 2006 experience in Europe during World Cup for that.

That's all for now, folks! And by folks, I mean all the Chinese people who are posting comments on my blog in Chinese. Who ARE you? Do I know you? And I can't read Chinese! Oy, vey!

Today's Brilliance

I subscribe to a site called "Inspire Me Today". The emails I get often help me start my day with a sense of tranquility, grounding, confidence, and inspiration. Today's was particularly nice.

Of all the things you can make in life, remember you make a difference. ~ Noah benShea

If today were my last day on Earth and I could share 500 words of brilliance with the world, here are the important things I'd want to pass along to others...

Noah benShea's Ten Tips for Tough Times

1. Being broke is not the same as being broken,
losing money is not the same as being lost,
and finding your balance is not something you can do on a balance sheet.

2. Don't confuse having less with being less,
having more with being more,
or what you have with who you are.

3. Slow down.
What you're chasing may be trying to catch you.

4. Prayer is a path where there is none.

5. Put your faith and not your fears in charge.

6. God only gave you two arms.
If you're busy hugging the past you can't embrace the future.
Don't let the past kidnap your future.

7. This too shall pass.
Change is the only constant.
In order to take a breath you must release your breath.

8. Do what you can,
but never forget that letting go is very different from giving up.

9. Break the rules that are breaking you.
Tough times don't require you to be tough on yourself.
Find the courage to suffer happiness.

10. Remember, remember, remember...
Things don't have to be good for you to be great.

Lessons from Lisa Ling

A few days ago, my best friend and I reunited at my alma mater, the University of Southern California, to hear Lisa Ling speak at a Women's Student Assembly event. To meet her was a huge deal for the both of us, considering that during our two years of living together, we'd skipped out on a handful of Friday-nights-on-the-town to instead cozy up to one of Ling's captivating National Geographic documentaries. (my favorite was "China's Lost Girls")

[Me, Lisa Ling, my friend]

For those who don't know Lisa Ling, she may simply be "that Asian girl on TV". You might have seen her on The View or on National Geographic, or as a correspondent on The Oprah Winfrey Show. Most recently, her sister was detained in North Korea but was released after a string of diplomatic and humanitarian efforts that happened mainly as a result of Lisa's public outcries and celebrity weight.

For those who do know Lisa Ling, she is an Asian American broadcast journalist, and a hero to many who share her heritage. When I joined MySpace seven years ago as a sophomore in high school, for example, and was asked who my heroes were, I automatically wrote Lisa Ling. She, Connie Chung, Lucy Liu, and frankly, Mulan, were the only female Asian faces I saw in mainstream media, and for that, I was proud of her. I identified with her and aspired to be the eloquent, brave, intelligent person she seemed to be.

[Stunning! Lisa had an unconventional, chic, beautiful wedding in March 2010 at LA's Union Station.]

Born-and-raised in Sacramento, CA, Lisa is 1,000% American, but has faced many issues that I, as a minority, have faced both at home and abroad. We've faced ignorant comments and jabs that puncture the soul, such as when Ling made a controversial comment on a 9/11 special on The View and subsequently received hate letters that reprimanded, "What do you know? Go back to China". But despite the misunderstanding and hate that comes with the territory of being a minority, widely-known, investigative journalist, Lisa has continued to cover stories.

And this is why.

While Lisa has a huge fan-base of Asian Americans like myself, she quite apparently doesn't rest her identity on that blaring racial factor that sets her apart. She does what she does not to represent Asians in the media, but because she simply LOVES journalism. And I'm not talking about cuddly, puppy love; I'm talking passionate, put-me-on-the-front-lines (even if that means putting my life in danger), expose-the-truth love. (Watch some of her documentaries and you'll see what I'm talking about. From Colombia, to America's most dangerous prison, to China and beyond, Ling has "roughed it", and that's an understatement.) I cannot stress enough how I hung on her every word during that hour-long talk -- not because she is a graceful, intelligent speaker; not because she speaks in what seems like poetic prose, but because she spoke every single word with purpose, and instills exactly that into her followers -- purpose.

So, rather than applaud Lisa as one of the Asian American community's finest, I want to instead thank her for showing us that if you believe in something, or want something so badly, your dream can come true. In her case, unveiling stories about the world was her dream. It's so obvious that honest, true, raw journalism was something she wanted so badly for not just herself, but for others, and to this day, will fight for.

Lesson learned. If there are ambitions or dreams or goals that you really want, like really, REALLY want, you can will them to existence. As Lisa said and did, "You can just will them to existence".

[What is YOUR purpose?]
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The public would not know about many pressing issues if Lisa weren't here to deem them of importance and choose to report on them. Here are some of my notes from her talk:

-Lisa and her crew have been safe, despite being in very dangerous situations, because she respects her interviewees. They are all people and all came from a mother. She gives respect to get it.
-As a mere sophomore at USC, she had to miss a Russian-based final because she...had to GO to Russia to report for Channel 1. Before she dropped out of school, she had already reported in Afghanistan.
-Sexual trafficking is a topic that is of dire importance to her, especially that which is occurring in the USA at this very minute. She seeks to unveil the misconceptions we have, and the truth that many politicians try to hide: that "prostitution" in the USA is actually the trafficking of women. Americans have distaste for prostitutes because we often think they are criminals without acknowledging that many of these girls run away from bad home lives, only to be preyed on by bad men, or pimps, a culture we revere, especially in hip hop. If girls are trafficked in from other countries, we help them. But if they are American girls, they're left to fend for themselves, and they're seen as dirty prostitutes.
-She recommends spending a day in juvenile court. Witness the frailty of seemingly tough girls who have been arrested for prostitution; realize that they are just little girls.
-Child marriage happens in 40 countries around the world. In Ethiopia, girls as young as 6-7 years old are married off to older men and are expected to conceive a male.
-She's struggled with faith after witnessing so many brutalities and injustices. But her husband sent her an email, with the subject asking God, "Why? Why would this be?" to which He retorted, "Now that you know, you can't pretend that you don't. Why would this be? I made you".
-Spend a year abroad. It makes you smarter, well-versed, marketable in the job force, and educated.

Lisa Ling is currently shooting for Oprah's OWN 2011 documentary series, set to launch in January 2011.

She is a spokesperson for iVolunteer.org and is active on social media (@lisaling).