Category Archives: Friendships

The Blue Hedgehog Legacy

Blue hedgehogs will always remind me of Valerie Lian*. She was my best friend in grade school; we met in kindergarten. Our mixed cultural backgrounds (half-Asian) made us rare in a predominantly everything-but-Asian population, but these are not things children use as an icebreaker. The friendship started because our mothers talked to one another while picking us up from school. Valerie was more shy than me, so mine encouraged me to invite her over to take initiative and invite her over to  play and have sleepovers. I liked Valerie because she was calm and nice, but did not want to be forced to see her. However, I was six years old and did not know how to express this frustration. Also, we were not at the developmental stage to discuss feelings or wax Aristotelian friendship ideals. Instead, we played Skip-It, pogs, and Sonic the Hedgehog for Sega Genesis. I never saw Sega before and was floored by Sonic. He was so fast. The game colors were so bright. I felt dizzy from watching it, but exhilarated.

Kids still know and recognize Sonic the Hedgehog? We are doing something right as a society. Yep, definitely have hope for the future. Also, I ran out of 'h' magnets.

Valerie and I remained friends throughout elementary school, but drifted gradually as middle school began and we were assigned to different classes. She was a kind, brilliant little girl and I admire her for retaining those qualities through high school graduation. I hope she is well and recalls our memories together with fondness too.

*name changed for anonymity purposes

Stars and Subways

When I moved to the city, I left many things and beloved people, but the only longing I feel now stems from my inability to regularly walk outside, turn my face up to the sky, and soak in the stars.

Shown above: Pictorial iOS app screenshot

Instead, this sprawling concrete and steel land lends countless lights, bright, blinking, burnt out, enormous, and small. Some are static and stretched across expansive billboards, while others zigzag across Midtown as cabs, double-decker tourist buses, methodical MTA beasts, and frantic, varying cars. They are beautiful, dazzling, and disorienting. One can lose themselves in pursuit or avoidance of them. Sometimes, these subtle reminders keep one grounded, level-headed.

I had a fantastic conversation with someone from a different religious perspective today. We discovered many similarities despite our theological and personal differences, and our mutual recognition and respect for one another helps ease my yearning for Orion’s Belt a little while longer. We all share the same eternal glow. I do not need to search out or keep to myself all the time. Others are there to accept and understand as long as I take the leap to reach out, listen, and share in return.

Four Years Later

Four years ago, six college seniors sat around the restaurant table, pouring and drinking wine at a steady pace. The wall mural behind them depicted a lovely Italian vista overlooking clear blue waters of Capri. The students’ boisterous laughter filled their private alcove with merriment and shared remembrances. They departed several hours later with full stomachs and five empty bottles standing upright on the white linen tablecloth.

One year ago, a fire burnt down the lovely painting, the tables and chairs, and turned most of the interior to cinders. The business reopened, but knocked down the wall and opened the space for a more welcoming atmosphere.

This evening, two college seniors and their old resident assistant sat at a table where the original one stood years before. She helped them transition in as freshmen and returned to wish them well as they readied for graduation, for an inevitable departure from the familiar. They raised their water glasses in a toast and smiled at one another over the rims.

Curing Homesickness with Huskies and Homework

My planner is impossible to write on – there’s no space left on the calendar. The days, nights, weekends…every moment is accounted for with something to do. I prepare the next tasks in the few spare minutes in between.

“It won’t always be like this,” I tell myself, controlling the choking cloud looming overhead. Distant thunder grumbles in the distance, but it’s way off, beaten back by my positive determination and a little self-indulgence in pumpkin ice cream.

“You don’t have kids; think of all your classmates who have children and get by,” I rebuke myself, rolling up my sleeves. Spreading paperwork around me. Trapping myself within a tightly packed circle. Well, the truth is those few friends who settled down gradually left the program and I haven’t heard from or seen them in a while. But I conveniently forget this tidbit during my pep talk.

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Today was not Friday

“I have to leave on time,” I stated out loud, trying to convince myself more than the co-workers within earshot around me. Our team knows and mostly accepts that I frequently talk myself through things.

“What for?” asked a colleague, their eyebrows raising in skepticism, a bit of surprise. I’m the type that works through lunch breaks without realizing it, usually.

“I have a friend coming into town. We’re getting lunch.”

“Nice! Have fun!” she enthusiastically encouraged.

I went to the restaurant we agreed to meet at, but she wasn’t there. I waited a few more minutes and tried calling her cellphone. It was turned off.

Now, my friend is usually a very punctual, considerate person. She calls if she’s running late for any reason, so after nearly twenty minutes, I was concerned. Her boyfriend said he would try to contact her, but wasn’t successful.

About thirty minutes in to wondering where she was, my pocket vibrated. She called.

“Hey! You’re alive!” I cheered.

“Well, of course!” she laughed, “I wanted to confirm our plans for tomorrow.

“Tomorrow?” I questioned, “Aren’t we eating lunch together today?”

She laughed again, “No! Today is Thursday and we agreed on Friday.”

I still went inside the restaurant. I ate alone, but it wasn’t depressing. The food was great. I’ll try to convince her to go somewhere else tomorrow!

smoothing over the rough edges

Holidays can be joyous occasions, but they are also ripe minefields for inevitable family disputes and apprehensions over finding the perfect gifts within our budgetary means.

Rather than focus on what went wrong, or get petty and withhold my affections toward those who really didn’t instate themselves in my life recently, I decided to send out a customized thank you card. Then, the blizzard hit and well – it became a lot more irritating to place an order, wait for it to arrive, trudge to a local post office, and buy stamps when my last venture led to me tripping and falling in a pile of snow that hit above my knee. No, thank you.

They’ll understand, I warred with myself.

No, saying ‘thank you’ is the polite thing to do, I reprimanded back.

The words from a colleague returned to me suddenly – Wait, you actually send out ‘thank you’ cards to your family when they give you gifts? Weird.

Well, those particular family members receive cards by default for their material generosity, but I also usually send out cards to those who leave more subtle impressions on me throughout the year. This time around, I decided on the quickest, cheapest, and most meaningful way without individually calling everyone up or writing out letters by hand – e-mail.

Besides, I convinced myself, you’re better with words when you type, anyway.

I attached a few recent photographs from the storm, created a custom card exterior, pressed ‘prt sc’ on my keyboard, and had an automatic image to send along with my message.

Is it strange to mail out ‘thank you’ notices to relatives during this festive season? How do you thank those who positively impact your life?

#game – round un!

In response to my ‘annoying number game‘ post below – keep submitting the numbers, and I’ll continue writing about you, and why you’re awesome!

#8 – I remember reading your posts on the same forum we frequented and adoring your icon. Then, I thought you were witty and visited your blog. Your posts were down-to-earth and holistically written. We seem to have a lot in common (a love of food, a desire to travel) – you are a truly beautiful, inspiring person. I am glad you share your thoughts so freely with others. You certainly bring sunshine wherever you go (even across the Internet).

#1992 – You are the only person I know offline who reads this website regularly. You are the only one who gets to dress me in wild colors; you understand me, my limits, yet drag me merrily out of my comfort zone with a wicked, knowing smile. Your strength and tenacity are admirable, and I know you’ve learned that even the lions among us should look both ways before they cross streets.

an annoying number game

Apparently, it’s become a quick fad on Facebook to have a person anonymously message a friend a number. Their friend then posts the number followed by a message about them, something personal and indicative of what they find meaningful about their relationship.

Instead of caving and creating a Facebook page on behalf of this blog, I’m going to give you an option to DM me on Twitter. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know you personally – I can review your blog, if you’d like, or answer any other question. So, get to it!

Direct Message me on Twitter or ask a question on Formspring!

And as a tease to those who I do know on a more personal level, here’s one number post to start:

41 – You are the loudest silence I’ve never heard.

The Vatican rocks out

L’Osservatore Romano is a publication that reports weekly on the Holy See. While usually associated with a serious image focused on catechism and Vatican activities, its writers have taken a more modern approach. Headlines worldwide have reported on the ‘shocking’ article that recommends artists like The Beatles and Michael Jackson.

As an American Catholic, it is refreshing to see that the Church recognizes the value of human creativity in the current age, and I could not agree more with the explanation of why Bob Dylan was excluded (having endured his performance in person and being that I have suffered years of his music in dating a loyal Bob Dylan fan). While some Catholics may not agree with the more open-minded tone of L’Osservatore Romano as of late, top-notch Catholic news seem to embrace the list.

Religion is an interesting phenomenon. Man-made? Yes. From a divine source? Possibly. I think the most important facet of duly following a religion is being able to openly critique it, struggle with moments of doubt, and still ultimately believe. Sure, I am influenced by my upbringing, and part of my belief may be founded in those embedded values. However, many object to doctrine or outdated traditions, and the Church’s history of hypocrisy and violence. Others cite the exposed sex scandals of its clergy and cry for the Church’s overall demolition.

Humans are fallible and err, but the underlying intentions of the Church remain pure. Despite the turmoil and wreckage, the splintering into various off-branches (Protestantism), and less than flattering press, the Church has endured and remains whole, welcoming, and inclusive. Recently, I was privy to a conversation with two close friends, an atheist and Christian from another denomination. Both debated back and forth while I remained silent. I have had my fill of theological debate and abuse as a Philosophy major during my undergraduate studies and simply wanted to listen. They concluded their discussion with the same concession and admiration that I hold for the Church – no matter where you are in the world, there is acceptance, a sense of belonging in being Catholic, and its familial atmosphere is perhaps one of its strongest attributes. To me, Catholicism represents home.  Community. Love. Faith.

When I suffer my dark nights of the soul, I still know that when I find my way back, it will always be home and in front of an altar. The Church does not represent a sepulcher of God, as Nietzsche once proclaimed. We have not killed God, although we ignorantly believe our understanding of a higher power implies a creation of one. Recognition is not the same as Creation. A struggle to understand that which is beyond our comprehension is only human nature. Though it can be argued that arrogance is not sinful, there are not many who can posit that it is an affable trait to covet and encourage.

The Lenten season is not about giving up that which we enjoy to honor pointless rituals. It is not forced upon anyone. The idea of fasting and sacrifice is common to most religions, even those spiritual veins which practice without for the purification of oneself. It has healthy side effects that are physically, socially, and psychologically beneficial. I have given up chocolate, which entails many desserts and empty calories. I am dedicating conscious effort into performing good deeds, which certainly has a ripple effect on my interactions and relationships with others. Since most deeds are done with a self-serving purpose, the euphoria and esteem felt at helping others will only bolster my confidence and overall mood. Eating healthier, creating an atmosphere of social harmony, and feeling positive about myself are bound to have positive influences on the way I experience the world. Maybe I’ll listen to some recommended songs by the Vatican throughout this season as well, and change my perspective on the everyday, the mundane with renewed appreciation.

surprise, surprise

9:06 am : XXX-XXX-XXXX – Hey! I’m in the area. Can I stop by?

Sure, but who are you? I wondered and began to analyze the intentions behind the mystery number. Then, thoughts floated around about what would possess me to erase the number of someone who obviously had my phone number saved in their contacts. Was this friend? Foe? Acquaintance? Someone I wanted to reconnect with?

It was someone familiar to me, right? They did not bother to introduce themselves; there was an assumption I would know who they were already. Mild guilt set in. I did not have their number anymore, perhaps thinking that they would either: A) Not keep in touch  B) Not live in the local area  C) Some combination of both options previously stated.

Nevermind the reasons. They were here now, and it would be rude, simply ill-mannered, to ignore them.

9:08 am – Yes, I work in the _______ department. We are located at _______. I apologize if I have to be rather formal and brief, but it would be nice to see you.

A faint flicker of epinephrine flowed easily through my circulatory system. Heart rate quickened. Who had I disclosed my workplace address to? Would they detect the feigned eager tone of the message?

10:00 am – Excellent! I am walking down the street now. See you in a few.

A co-worker joked, “At least we have a security system in place.”

Well, true, but there was no undertone of malice. Innately, I felt encompassing trust and benevolence permeated within the number. It was not an uncommon area code. It was someone I had a relationship with, someone who I had known for quite awhile, and had thought kindly enough of our friendship to visit me.

“Don’t worry,” I said easily, “It’s no one dangerous. Someone who is probably networking locally, but has been away for awhile.”

Innumerable friends traveled across the country and world in a relatively short span of time since we graduated. Barcelona. Portland. San Francisco. Brazil. Louisiana. Georgia. Maryland. I was lucky or entrapped enough to find a full-time position in the sprawling expanse around us.

She walked in with a bright smile. Yes, it was someone I had known quite well.

“Tell me,” I grinned back at her, “How’s Boston?!”