Tuesday, February 11, 2014

On Being 30

I sent an email to of my close friends last week, in commemoration of our relationships throughout the years. I suppose that it would be appropriate to repost it on Miffy's Adventures, because being 30 is a milestone, I suppose, in life.

A few asked why I don't blog as frequently anymore, and they miss my writing. That is such a huge compliment, thank you so so much.... I'm very touched, and I really really mean it. I never thought of myself as a [positive adjective] writer, but in writing I try my best to convey my thoughts clearly, honestly, and in a way that amuses myself and any potential reader. I write pretty much the way I think in a stream of consciousness. Writing out loud.

I don't have as much light-hearted content that I feel comfortable sharing with the public this year. When I started the blog, it was just to remind and highlight things that make me happy, or things that I want to remember forever. That had encompassed three things: friends, family, and travel. This year, I haven't had much to write about on all three, which sounds a bit sad, but it's because I've been concentrating on another important aspect in my life -- work. Work isn't just merely a job, a means to an end, but an end in itself that I hope will propel me to the next level. I was never light-hearted about living, but no longer am I in the state of mind of being as free-spirited. If this sounds sad, don't worry -- it is not. At some point in time when things come to a head, it's critical to recognize that and take things seriously. It's like the 50 Free, after you dive into the pool you basically take no breaths until you hit the wall. From your perspective you feel like you're just spazzing out in the water, flinging your arms and legs like there's no tomorrow, but actually you're still going in a straight line with a determined goal. I believe that there are times when we need to focus like that, or end up letting a chance of a lifetime slip through our grasp.

This is not to say that I have become a complete recluse with no life balance. I do go out, but I spend more time by myself, and I'm actually comfortable with that now. I suppose when I first came to Shanghai, I was hungry to establish myself here... kind of when a dog treads on its doggy bed around and around, and then lies down after making a little nook. Now, I have a few circles of friends that reflect my various interests, and many individuals that I connect with. I don't socialize indiscriminately though anymore, or "just because", because I also need lots of "me" time now... whether it is vegging out on PPS (my new favorite app that streams Chinese shows), or working out, or trying (key word: trying) to learn French.

I've been telling everyone that I was 30 starting at 29.5, because I feel 30 has a weight that brings respect, especially in business. In your 30s, life experimentation is thought to slow down, because at this point you should know what you want to do, and how to do it. This is not to say that this is true or needs to be true, but that as a chubby-cheeked Asian girl (blessed to still look early 20's), I purposely send out a signal that there's more than meets the eye. When you work with me, I want you to trust I'm the real deal, and not a kid playing with mommy's lipstick.

I have so many beautiful, talented, and fabulous female friends in their 30s that are still single. Most of these people reside in Asia, not in the States (I just realized that almost ALL of my Stateside girlfriends are now in relationships...). "Being left behind" is a silly concept, because behind of WHAT? Everyone has their own path. But this is a far cry from where I was just several years ago, a serial monogamist with 3 serious back-to-back relationships spanning 10 years total. I always thought I'd be married by 30, and it never crossed my mind that I'd be single for so long. Or that it would be so hard to not be single. Does this sound haughty? It's not meant to be -- I think it's a reflection of the location that I've chosen to reside in, and that it is simply not that easy to find male counterparts that you want to invest your life in. It's really not fair to say that they guys here suck, because they don't (ok some do). Everyone just has different value systems and that is their prerogative. If you don't agree with different lifestyles and behavior patterns, just stay away. I've certainly become more open-minded about the profile of men I could date, but the RBI has been super low. I continue to be optimistic though, because you never know where life will lead you, all you need is that ONE person. :)

2014 will be a year that requires much time and energy investment, and hopefully it will pay dividends for long long time. During this journey, I will meet many amazing people, and attempt to build systems that integrates everyone's hopes and dreams into something that can produce tangible results.

I reflect on my actions very frequently, and would like to become wiser by the day. As aggressive and ambitious as I am (Aries ascendant, we are so annoying hahaha), I would like to learn how to execute with grace. There are a few instances at 29 that I feel I should have been more generous, whether it be with my money, my time, my words, my emotions, and especially my pride. I have more than enough, I do not lack. Why not be more kind? If I die tomorrow, I have no illusions that anyone will think of me for long except for my parents. And even then I will cease to exist when they leave. What mote do I leave behind? When I depart, hopefully after a long and bountiful life, I wish that the thought of me can spur positive thoughts and positive action and positive change. Perhaps it would be "whatever she said she did, and so should I" or "she gave, and so should I" or "she worked hard and believed, and so should I" or whatever... my name doesn't need to attributed or remembered. Just having people to pass along these energies because of our interactions would be longevity enough for this world. The rest will be with God.

So this post took a bit of a fatalistic turn at the end, but I think it's important to think about the macro directions as well as working on the micro. That's why I became a Christian, because material satisfaction is not enough for me, and is not the end goal. When we speak of life balance, I do believe that filling that spiritual cup, paired with honesty and self-awareness, is the key to winning the battle. Without that, balance is not achievable, because you have no fulcrum.

A vastly different post than at 29. I'm due to become a philosopher!

- M

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[Email to friends below, titled "My State of the Union"]

Hello. :)

There are several milestones in our lives that are catalysts for reflection, and I've finally accepted the cruel reality that my window to sneak into the Forbes' 30 Under 30 List is officially closed! Over the last few months, I've pressed myself to honestly explore how I felt about myself at this age, discovering that many things that I once felt were important are no longer. But what has endured are the select friendships that I've had the privilege to experience over the years. Despite tendencies towards being here and there and sometimes nowhere (blame my Aquarius sun/Aquarius moon sign), I recognize that having existed in your thoughts has been the greatest gift over time, and would sincerely like to take this opportunity to thank you and reciprocate with this update.

Some of you may be surprised to receive this message, because we have not spoken in awhile. Some of you I've known rather recently, but I like you for some indescribable reason (probably your pheromones). But I did not write to everyone, so you are special. People say that true friendship isn't about being inseparable, but about being separated and nothing changes. For both old and new friends, I hope you remain in my constellation. 

I've made quite a few pit stops since leaving New York in February 2009. The last 5 years felt like a swim in the open sea, often needing to take a breath and look up to recalibrate my direction. During this time, I have come to know God, and am blessed to walk this journey with Him. I truly hope that you have navigated life well through the years... and importantly, have been able to hone in on your unique definition of happiness.

Shanghai has been my home for three years, I love it and plan to stay indefinitely (sorry to all my State-side friends, haha). The energy from being in China is one of rich possibility, as cheeseball as it sounds. It IS the Wild West, and not suited for those who need smog-free skies, basic hygiene, and a stress-free lifestyle. Lung cancer, pesticide poisoning, avian flu, and death from erratic driving (I once sat on a bus in Kunming that did a U turn on the highway back down the ramp) are all real health risks! Luckily I'm insured, but sometimes I'll test my limits and bike around without a helmet, haha. I've also rode on a motorcycle and we hit a cool 210 km/hr in Inner Mongolia. Told my mom that yesterday, and she responded with a gory story she read in the local Chinese newspaper. Something about vegetables.

I now work in fashion brand management and development, and have ambitions to restructure the industry here in China. I am incredibly blessed to have a wonderful mentor and boss take me under her wing, and she indulges me with opportunities so long as I work hard to earn it. We launched a womenswear brand named Arete here in Shanghai with an exceptionally talented designer named Catherine Fung, and are in works in finishing our second collection (Fall/Winter 2014). Our website should be ready late February (www.arete-studio.com) if you'd like to check it out! In addition, we just started a fashion showroom/incubator to develop and represent talented emerging brands in China and worldwide. The fashion business is not a cakewalk, it is very tough and competitive. Glamorous as it sounds, you are indeed surrounded by beautiful and inspirational things, but you also experience unsavory characters and base motivations. At Arete though, we create from our hearts and souls, from concept to physical object... and that is extremely satisfying.

So I really love my work, but it is an extreme challenge that constantly makes me feel unprepared and unqualified at times. I scramble everyday to try to master an evolving role, since the market is so huge and the variables are limitless. Oftentimes I wake up in the middle of the night to jot down notes or things to do. I clock in more hours than I ever did back at Lehman, but when you feel like it's an adventure rather than a job, you know you have it good. Really good. What draws me the most is the freedom to become an architect of change. But the responsibilities and the risks are very real, and the majority of start-ups fail. I suppose that if things really go to shit, at least I have the skill set to herd Chinese mistresses in and out LV stores in Europe as a tour guide. :p Learning French is also one of my New Year's resolutions, so that will garner extra tips, haha.

Occasionally I use a VPN to hop over the Great Firewall of China to check Facebook status updates, and read through a news feed filled with engagements, marriages, babies, and cats. No longer are L337pwn, and gg no re part of everyday vocabulary, or emo musings made public. Wow guys, we've grown up! I'm truly happy for your capstone events. :) And for those who haven't hit those marks yet, don't worry. Being a late bloomer means we have more disposable income to buy bags and shoes and tequila shots, hahahaha. In Asia, I do wish that guys had better sense than to deploy pick-up lines such as (true story) "I have an MBA. Do you know what a EM BEE AY is?" Oh boy. O_O So yea, Asia has a bad rep... not without cause. False starts are discouraging, but they really do make for hilarious bar stories too. I would encourage those seeking relationships (men/women alike) to focus on becoming amazing individuals first, such that there is automatically a high basic standard that a potential partner must exceed, and that you also have the means to treat others well. I will also annihilate anyone who makes you cry, so don't make me resort to violence (you'd like this, Min). :) I'm sure you'd do the same for me... and so this is how we form our own mafia!

I'd like to make a special shout-out to Jessica Meksavan, who enthusiastically welcomed me with the most alarming shriek at Taoyuan Airport's arrivals gate last month. She sought me out before departing for SF just to hang out for 30 minutes. I aspire to become an exemplary friend like you. Thank you Tyler Young and Liz Fan for not letting me quietly slip away to New York last week, we can always count on you to deliver ultimate birthday pain, poorly disguised as Jaeger shots. There are also a number of you who have sent me personal messages over the last few days. I am truly touched that you reached out (I am not worthy!). I apologize in advance for being MIA in my recent trips to NY, it's not easy to appease a middle-aged Asian mother and a pair of 100-year old grandparents... they possess a superpower guilt trip ability that I have yet to master, and now I am imprisoned by today's snowstorm. Lastly, there are a few of you that have fallen off the radar, but I still think about you, so here I am.

Thank you for your footprint in my life, there's not much more I could wish for this birthday.  

Yours,
J

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Jam and Pim

I've been rewatching the entire series of The Office. Which is my favorite TV show of all time btw.
Upon the second time, I've become to really appreciate the storyline between Pam and Jim.

I'm writing here because I really had to get it off my chest, because seriously who is going to listen to me analyze a story arc of a nonexistant relationship?


I like their characters individually first and foremost, but together they are dynamite. In the boring world of paper reams and clocking hours, they managed to create a fun little universe for themselves. Everyone else are pretty much props in the script they write impromptu everyday.

They really understand each other, supportive, and accepting. Always.

They were brave to try.
Brave to put the other person first when the timing wasn't right.
And brave to follow their heart.
Look how happy they are now, even in Scranton Pennsylvania (ew, haha).

Karen is in my opinion much more attractive than Pam (looks, ambitions, energy, etc) but she's not the one for Jim. Pam is. And Jim is complete with Pam. That's really the main point.

The love that Jim and Pam for each other, and their honesty, really really warms my heart. :)

Friday, November 22, 2013

My Life: July - November 2013

I've embarked on a journey, where we'll go, I don't know.
But this is what I've been looking for all these years, I'm happy to give it my all.
God if this is part of your plans, I know you are good to me.

It started with every woman's biggest #firstworldproblem.
And a fairy godmother I met almost 3 years ago...

And talent.
Despite the age of typing, carpel tunnel still exists for some.

Blossomed an amazing partnership.
Through mutual need, respect, and strengths.

And slowly garnering supporters.
One by one.

Led to the point where we were ready to share our designs with the world.
Scared, nervous, excited.

And we found the perfect space, Guardian Angel included.
We love you Steve. You'll never read this, but thank you.

But it isn't all fun and games -- but long hours, lots of heart, and a healthy dose of masochism.
Love of learning, challenges, and the unknown. My assistant laughed at my box sketch... sads.

Including gutting a warehouse, renovation, and construction to make way for a showroom. Buying furniture. Track lights. Fitting room. Conference space. My mind is boggled.
Stop looking at me as if I have the answer to laying polished cement flooring, I can barely understand the technicals in English, and you want a coherent solution from me in Chinese?!?!

And visits to suppliers. Factories. Infuriating development steps for the most minute details.
Being nice will get you nowhere. Being sweet, maybe.

Looking at our whole collection, we know that we should be proud of ourselves... but it doesn't mean much yet until these clothes get onto some bodies.
Thus, self-medication via vino.

Only a few more days...
I can't wait!

Monday, July 8, 2013

Seoul Sisters (and Brother)

Be prepared for a lazy post. :)

Seoul, Korea.
April 28 - May 1
Miff, Tracy, Julie, & Min

First night: Itaewon for bar hopping, whiskey clubs, Trace-ninjaing, seolleongtang.

Second Day: Spending some well-deserved QT with my lost-long sister, shopping/nomming our little hearts out at Garosugil.

Picking up Cousin Julie! ;)

Dongdaemun for late night shopping. Shit is too crazy, my head was going to explode -- get me out of here!!!

Here's a video just proving how ridiculous shopping in Korea is. And this is Doota, the nicest building complex in Dongdaemun.

Third Day: Starting off with amazing coffee at an amazing cafe. The coffeeshops are what I enjoyed the most about Seoul, with only one thing topping it all...

CHICKEN GINSENG SOUP.
Min took us to the best CGS place in Seoul, located near the Presidential Palace. Sorry, I forgot the name, but I'll never forget the taste. I've truly never had amazing chicken soup like this. I'd go back to Seoul for this.

Some competitive fun at the batting cage and basketball hoops. ;)

What's Seoul without some makuli?

And some KTV with Korean models?

And BBQ?

Concluded by a beautiful springtime hike?

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Oh, hello.

I've been in hiding.

Garden District, New Orleans

Actually I have a HUGE backlog of pictures waiting to be posted, things that I do want to remember forever... such as the May holiday girls trip to Seoul, New York for Mother's Day and Grandpa's 100th Birthday, New Orleans with Vicki, Yangshuo with Dad. These are all incredibly precious moments, and when I'm ready I need to memorialize them before they fade away. (Goldfish memory!)

You have to be in the right mood to blog, to want to review and cherish the past, and recount it carefully and with care. I haven't been in this mindset because I feel like I'm constantly wrestling with the present and future. I WANT TO WIN.

For the last month I've been in a bit of a pensive and reclusive state, it's a stark contrast to where I was half a year ago. Before, it was just wishing hoping dreaming... but now that goals are getting closer to my doorstep, there's been a bit of reshifting and reorganization of lifestyle.

It would be apt to say that I'm still optimistic, but not as carefree. I have a team now. I am 29.5 years old. I need to build a rocket booster and not get distracted by too much fun. I want to become a homeowner in next several years (um, and yet I have no money in my bank account right now). I should take care of my parents more, and extend any benefits I have to my brother too. And I'd like to put more emphasis on my personal life as well.

I'm worried. :(

Anyways, Cap'n has to go find some treasure in the Big Blue.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Fresh Princess of Bel-Air

Several of my girlfriends and I organized a Spring Cleaning clothes swap + donation. Everyone came away with some great loot. Freaking awesome, I love my life here. 

THIS is what I call Shanghai Fashion Week. ;)


Now this is the story all about how
 My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called [Shanghai]

In [Fresh Meadows] born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving [and groovin to a new life in China???]"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to [Shanghai]!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of [Shanghai]

What! HAHAHAHA.
xo.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Laugh & Smile

It's been nearly one whole month since my last post, and one whole month between my last trip and my most recent trip to New York (came back yesterday). My ass is sore after sitting 16 x 4 = 64 hours = 2.5 days out of the last 30 days of the month on a plane. Me no likey! :(

I've been super busy this month with work, and with fun. :) There's been some really exciting developments, and I hope that 2013 will pan out well. I'm finally going to live out my entrepreneur dreams, I've been reactivating my sports hobbies with a supe'd up tennis racket (and my badminton racket!), my friends are always up to good and no good, my mommy and daddy love me, God loves me, I feel productive, I feel healthy, and I'm just generally high on life.

Last week when I was in New York, I was standing on the street with Sandy causing our usual ruckus when a bicyclist sped by and shouted, "You have a great smile, never stop smiling! Never stop laughing like you're doing right now!" I was momentarily stunned -- do you ever think about how you look like to others? I don't really think about that, but I liked his comment very much. Positive reinforcement.

by Sua Ha. Holding cupcakes from Billy's Bakery in front of the office.
"Just smile!" "But... what?! I don't know how to smile!!!"

In JFK there's a silly rule where you have to drag your own luggage to the security scan after you check in. I dragged my first of two 20kg-ers (not mine) to the machine, where two men tediously tossed mounds of luggage onto the rubber conveyor belt. For some reason, I was in a wonderful mood, and the two guys started joking around and commenting on Miss Smiley Face. Then I came back with the second 20kg-er (again, not mine) and they welcomed me back with an uproar. It was so ridiculous. It was so awesome. I don't know if this is how I normally look like, if I look like Santa Claus to a TSA worker or probably completely retarded to the normal jaded fellow, but... you know what? I think that if you're happy then just let it out, because everyone likes to be reminded what it looks like to feel good.

If someone's laughing and smiling, then something must be all right with the world.