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I can scarcely remember anything from my childhood except how my parents constantly fought and how my brother always received the end blows of my father’s frustrations. With a typical Asian mother who sought to make sure that I was always number

My answer seems to fit more to the question why do I do what I DON’T do. When thinking about what I do I come to a blank. The thoughts that do fill my head are all the things I wish I did but I simply don’t or haven’t yet. For example, being a fairly

I’m already indecisive and over-analytical. Attending college has further brought this to light, as I am forced with questions of what I should do and how to shape my future. Should I major in biochemistry, economics, continue to investigate new opti

Manslaughter is not usually on your standard Tuesday night to-do list.  Death is probably the last thing to cross your mind as you leave your night shift as a waiter and hop on your motorcycle to get home to your girlfriend.  On Tuesday, January twe

I have been through a lot of changes in my life, big and small. But the one thing that has remained constant is my love for the English language. Since I was a small child, I have felt this strange kinship with words. I love how a certain arrangement

We’re drowning in a cocktail of pharmaceuticals. Billions of people chug pills like its some daily necessity without the thought of possible side effect to their own bodies or the environment. Pills passes through the body for every little pain and d

I started Judo when I was five years old.  Like me, most kids were forced to participate in various activities as a form of developing their maximum potential. We became eco-boomers.  As time went by, many of these kids started to disappear, leaving

  I do what I do because I do not want to live life inquiring what could have been. Fear is an understandable obstacle to overcome when making choices in life, but I do not want it to deter me from making the choices I want to make. Though I simultan

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To know all that surrounds me. Why do any of us do what we do? We find different answers to keep us going, but all we have is questions. We never actually find truths, but we find beliefs that we hope to be true. I’m confronted with these que

My parent split up when I was about eight years old. I chose

I walked into the infant’s room and was immediately shaken.  I found the little girl lying on her bed motionless, connected to an IV pole and various other devices that were sustaining her.  One of the machines created a noise, almost akin to a hiss,

I’ve spent most of my life searching for an end to my beginning. For the longest time, I experienced myself trying so hard to finish everything that I start, without ever stopping to truly experience a single moment. No matter what the situation, din

Discontentment is the means of change. Before college, my life was a checklist of expectations given to me by my parents. My mom would have so many expectations for me to meet with consequences if the expectations were not met, and this was when the

                My brother and I grew up as the innocent subjects of my father's engineering propaganda.  We have carried math and science with us our entire lives, and while he was swept up into the dinner table discussions of mechanized squid clean

“All right, you can come out to practice starting tomorrow, but you’d better work on your forms.” On one Monday night of high school freshman year, the most memorable and proud event of my life happened when I got into my high school water polo team.

Hard work is a gift inherited from my father. Inspirational? That word does not get anywhere near the extent to which he has shaped my life. My father came to this country straight out of India when he was just twenty-two years of age. Born and raise