3. Mozarella

I’ve never had a terribly excellent memory. As I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, my memory is akin to a puzzle where about a fifth of the puzzle pieces are scattered in random areas like the world’s most convoluted crossover between a scavenger hunt and a puzzle. As a result of that, my recollection of past experiences tends to differ greatly from what other people around me recall. For example, I was bullied as a child in elementary school. I remember vividly about how my bully often teased me, but never physically attacked me. At least that was what I was under the impression of, but apparently my memories of being bullied are not quite completely accurate. A while ago, I was talking about my memories of getting bullied, and my mother revealed that, according to one of my friends from elementary school, I was pushed off a bench by my bully. To this day, I have absolutely zero recollection of this event ever happening.  In a slightly contrasting example, I once started watc...

Growing up my parents put me almost every sport they could. I tried soccer, volleyball, swimming, badminton, tennis, you name it I tried it. None of them really clicked, either I couldn’t get the hang of it, or I just wasn’t having any fun; and then they signed me up for our basketball lessons at our local recreation center. After trying so many different sports, there was something about the game of basketball that just clicked with me and if you were to ask 5 year old me what that was, I would simply answer, “I like the sound of the swish.”  To this day, I stand by that statement. Even now, if anyone were to ask me what my favorite sound effect is, it’s a basketball going through the hoop, hitting nothing but net. Even though I don’t play at a high level anymore the memories I’ve made and the experiences I’ve had have molded me into the person I am today.  I was never the best on the team, I wasn’t the most accurate shooter, I was definitely not the biggest on the court, the...

  Last weekend marked the beginning of the infamous and ever-exclusive two-weekend-long event of Coachella. We got to see larger-than-life celebrities, and astrohead influencers pretend to be “roughing it out” in Indio Valley for the weekend– well, their idea of “roughing it out” is staying in a mansion without a jet jacuzzi, but we’ll still give them the credit.  Now, I am not very involved in the influencer scene on social media; my pages are filled with stupid memes and media analysis, but I did enjoy seeing some of the outfits from the festival. One thing was extremely clear, though: upon watching the streams and the multitude of videos, I concluded that this year Coachella was about nostalgia. Specifically, the performative nostalgia of the late 2010s. With everyone running to get barricade for Justin Bieber and Disclosure, people decked out in flower crowns and neon minishorts ( Vanessa Hudgens’ influence still seems to be looming over the festival, unfortunately), it ...

                                                                                          Image Citation This past week, I was randomly reminded of an open house I attended with my parents when I was much younger. I have no idea where exactly it was (aside from somewhere in the Bay Area), but it was a very beautiful neighborhood and a very sunny day. While I started exploring the quintessentially American home, I stumbled into the room of, presumably, the teenage son. I don’t remember much of the actual room, but I do remember how, walking into the walk-in closet, I was greeted by a plethora of games, boxes, clothes, and other memorabilia. Curious, I opened a small cardboard box, thinking of how intricate the home staging was, allowing potential homeowners...

As the clock strikes twelve and midnight arrives, I know it’s another day of tumultuous grinding. But preceding all my assignments is my daily task of utmost importance. I type out the word that I have been using for—wow! Exactly 100 days! Happy 100th anniversary to:  G R A P E We are off to a good start today! P has to be in the beginning, as having “rp” in a word doesn’t really make sense. There’s not many words with this arrangement, so I’m set for a 3. PR ID E “ Pr id e ” just didn’t seem like a Wordle word, and my Wordle-intuition was correct. I begin to have an ominous feeling. PR OV E Oh man. In hindsight it was such a terrible guess. “ Pr ov e ” had probably been used before, and it also didn’t seem like Wordle word. But let’s move on…. PRU N E Okay. PRUDE A few minutes later, I receive two messages. I click on the first one. “WORDLE IN 3” Three??? That could’ve been me. I swallow my pride and type out “5 😡 .” “GET SMOKED” The other message is a simple “4.” “5.” “YOR SO ...

  How does one’s memories in a situation affect their viewpoint in specific events? Perspective is a key part of every event, and depending on the position one is in during situations, their opinion on said situation is different. Any situation can be viewed extremely differently by two people depending on their own circumstances.  An event where a person wins may be happy to them since they had their own achievement, but it may be a sad memory to another person who lost to them, or the event may be viewed as negative to a different person in the same situation if the person felt like they didn’t deserve the win. Depending on the circumstances of various people, the same event is twisted into a million different versions according to the person. Memories make up most of one’s viewpoint, as the way one was raised, the experiences they’ve had, their education, and several other factors massively impact a person’s viewpoint. Memories fundamentally make up a part of a person, ...