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Asian Appreciation

•02/28/2012 • 4 Comments

WARNING! Misleading title, and yes the pun is to reel you in and confuse the crap out of you as I ramble on in the form of a blog post. This is not a post about how everyone should go to their nearest Asian friend and give them a hug, and believe me I wouldn’t want that. I’m one of the only Asian kids in my class. So what else could this ridiculous Chinese kid be talking about? Well if we are not talking about how thankful we are of the Asians in our lives, that leaves one other option… economics. The appreciation in value of our Asians, specifically Chinese, and specifically the males. This isn’t one of those men are like wine, and woman are like milk arguments that Chinese males get better over time (although I’m not denying that argument :P). And here’s the cue and the thing that will get all them Asian girls reading this post. When I’m talking about Asian (Chinese Male) Appreciation right now, I’m talking about Jeremy Lin.


Jeremy Lin is dominating the news feeds on TV, Facebook, Twitter, and whatever social media outlet there is out there, oh and Google+. ESPN, and other broadcast networks have been talking about the racism that has been brought into play because of Jeremy Lin. Reporters estimate that basketball players are feeling threatened because since when do Asians get good at basketball? Were infringing upon others territory which a new frontier for us. Sure there was Yao Ming, but the thing was, he wasn’t American, and he wasn’t your cookie cutter Asian nerd. Asians are stereotypically branded as smart, brainy, usually smaller than the rest, and good at doing their work. A good number of my classmates have told me I’m smart, but if you guys are reading this, I promise you, I’m pulling the answers out of my ass and it’s a complete guess, albeit an educated one. Jeremy Lin is all of that. He came from a good family background, he was smart, had a beast of an education and academic career, and for the cherry on top he’s a strong believer and doesn’t let the media forget it. But now he’s brought another standard to the game of what it means to be a Chinese Christian Male. We have to be good at sports now FML!

While I’m not saying that all the Chinese Christian guys need to step it up and learn how to play basketball, I’m saying that a lot more is going to be expected of us now. The bar has been raised for us, and not because we are JUST Chinese, but because we are brothers in Christ, we can’t afford to disappoint. The spotlight is on us even more than before.

Before it was just societal pressure, and the overbearing presence of our Tiger Moms. Now we have even more pressure to deliver because of the media, and potential employers, and professors. I have this family friend, who is by all definitions a Tiger Mom and will even admit to being one. She reads the books on how to get her kids into Ivy Leagues, and how to help her kids get a perfect score on their SAT. My dad was joking with her the other day that she’s going to have to implement a sports regimen into her son’s ongoing mental training schedule. And while it was funny to hear, I almost feel like someone is going to break that poor boy.

But that’s besides the point. To my Chinese Christian brothers in arms, it’s time to take all our games to the next level. NOT because it’s expected of us by society, but because we’re called by God to do greater things, and to not let JLin be the only example of what it means to be a godly chinaman.Whether it’s sports, music, the work we do, or the causes we support, it’s time put on your game face. Get em.

Think BIG: A Time Space Boomerang

•02/09/2012 • 2 Comments

Excuse the second part of my title for this post, but it’s how I kind of feel about this post before even writing it. I’ve had this idea in my head since Sunday, but I just haven’t had the time to beat it into my keyboard until now. Anyways, here goes…


So I’ve always liked writing since my high school English teacher beat proper grammar into me and I discovered that what I put on to paper didn’t sound half as bad as I thought it did. For those of you who have followed me through various blogs or even just talking in conversation or online may or may not have noticed a style to the way I say and approach things. Using this blog as an example, I take a vague slice of life experience that I hope or try to transform in to a witty though or play on words, that leads to a later, and even MORE VAGUE epiphany or call to action that I plan to take to heart and hope that you, my readers and audience, take to heart as well. Lately the themes have somewhat overlapped. Bring it in. Back to square one. Don’t forget your goals and who all the glory really goes to.

While I’ve been discovering these little call to actions or epiphanies, it never came to mind that it’s been something I’ve been doing since I was a kid. This past Sunday, my Dad and I were going through stuff in the basement storage room because he was converting it into an office space for himself. He came upon a box of stuff he had kept from when we lived in Chicago. Inside was something that I completely have no recollection of writing. It was something I wrote in 8th grade in regards to cleaning up the community. It was originally written for my social studies class, but it actual went on to get published in the Chicago Tribune. Here’s what I wrote… ( feel free to skip reading the article if you would like to go straight to my super vague epiphany/ call to action! :D)

Clean communities

I am 13 years old. I love where I live and cannot imagine living in a neighborhood that has gone to waste. When I visit downtown Chicago, I go through many parts of the city where trash is scattered on the streets. It disgusts me to see how people can live with all the paper cups, newspapers, aluminum cans and other recyclable items that lie crush on the streets. There is often the foul smell of food that has rotted on the pavement. I would like to think that people dream of living in a clean and safe neighborhood where their children can go out and play. I have a solution to how everyone can pitch in and clean up the filthy streets of Chicago. It will require dedication from the citizens of these neighborhoods to give up one day a month for this cause. I think that if churches, schools and families were able to come and work together to clean up the mess, they would make a tremendous improvement. by working together to clean their community, I think that the citizens will gain a sense of pride. If a community could get together and spend one day a month cleaning the neighborhood, citizens would get to know one another better and have more respect for one another. I think that if everyone pitched in one day a month, all neighborhoods would be beautiful. After one day of seeing good results, I am almost sure that the communities will want to get together and do it again. If one person inspires another person, that person will try to inspire another. It will make them fee like they have real power to change.

Matt Ho

Long Grove

I was freaking thirteen years old when that got posted. THIRTEEN!!! And while part of me wonders, how come I haven’t taken more action to causes like this, my point is this. This major blast from that has smacked me square across the face in a semi-rude awakening, is something I’m sending back out there ( BOOMERANG! Get it? :D). While this is definitely an idealistic thought that many will most likely call naive, we NEED to keep thinking BIG. It might be a big idea with not much consistency, but thinking big is a muscle that needs to be exercised. The same applies to writing songs,  choreography, sketching, or finding the balls to ask out and tell the girl of your dreams that you love her.

But don’t be discouraged if you think of something big and haven’t acted on it. It might not be something that ranks up in your value system, that instinctively pushes you to take action. When it’s something that really matters to you, and as long as you exercise the muscle to think big, I promise that you’ll find your bliss. That one thing or few things that you would want to work towards as your causes in life. I know I’m still working on finding mine 🙂

(s)Tumbling After

•02/01/2012 • 2 Comments

A little music wordplay there for you Starfield fans. I’m pretty much done with my first full week of school, and while I would like to say that it’s been a blast, the only way I can really define it is different. In Philly, I’m used to being in classes with so many students who are just like me who are the same age as me, and come from similar backgrounds. Here, I’m one of the babies in the class. Half the class is working professionals, or older people who are coming back to finish degrees and work part time to put themselves through school. This is a commuter school, so finding people to connect with is a little more difficult with the exception of my iPad buddy who sits next to me in Organizational Behavior or the guy next to me in Management Information Systems who I caught watching Starcraft commentary on YouTube. But I digress…

The point of this point is simply a reminder for myself, and yourself. I’m going to start off with two short stories. HOPEFULLY, the wordplay in the title of this post will make some sense at the end of this.


The first story involves my girlfriend Jojo. She actually JUST told me about this and so I decided to implement this into the post. My girlfriend’s gutsiness ( <–yes I know that isn’t a word) never ceases to amaze me. She was telling me about how at work she was talking with someone who also works at the school she works and just getting to know him. Even after such a brief dialogue with him and hearing about his life, she took the courageous step to bring up God’s grace and if it’d be okay if she could pray for him. She definitely trumps me in that. Talk about a ballsy girlfriend. So proud of her for showing her faith in the workplace. #stumbledbythegirlfriend.

The second story actually involves my Organizational Behavior class this morning. My professor had us take the Myers-Briggs test. For those of you who know me fairly well, you know I am a sucker for this test and like using it at times to analyze people and their personality traits. Anyways, we were talking about everyone’s temperament. When we reached me, my prof asked me about my temperament. I told him about my ENFP temperament and some things I knew about myself in regards to said temperament. ENFP’s absolutely HATE being caged into any environment. If you want them to succeed in their environment, you have to help them find passion in things. If you cage them, they get bitter, frustrated, and hard to work with. That being said, they hate repetitive tasks because they find them extremely boring. After that short explanation my professor then asked me my specialization (major). When I replied accounting, he laughed at me. Accounting is repetitive, tedious, and by any man’s standards…BORING! Why would anyone like me who already identified my traits of disliking being caged in by things, want to or even sign up for an accounting specialization? I was actually quite proud of my response because a) the answer more than satisfied his question and b) it just sounded awesome. I told him that he was correct. Statistically speaking, a person with my personality would hate the idea of accounting. But I said that in accord to my value system, I viewed accounting as a means to an end. I had goals and desires such as being able to invest into businesses, fuel my passions, get married, and have a family. And because I wanted these goals fulfilled, that is why accounting did not seem boring to me. It might not be the best fit, but it would be a constant and stable way to fund whatever passions I have. My answer and conviction definitely stumbled a few of the people in the class and it wasn’t because I was similar to the tpical type A business student. But because I was using business as a means to my goals, and that it was love/family oriented. I won’t lie, getting a few of the girls to sigh or say “awww” to my answer felt mad good! 😀 #stumblinggirlsftw!

Anyways, here’s the tie in. Whether it’s being stumbled by your significant other, or the people around you, or even you stumbling others with your convictions, the important thing about all of this, is that we don’t forget our goals and where your destination is, and MOST IMPORTANTLY who all the glory goes to. Whether it’s in our studies or in the workplace we are still tumbling after God and need to show it more in all aspects of our lives!



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Dear Yeh Yeh,

•01/07/2012 • 2 Comments

When we got the call, I’m not gonna lie, I was completely devastated. It might not have hit me at first because I was with friends, but the minute I was alone and had to make some calls to let others know, it was something really hard to cope with. But to be honest, my emotional state isn’t what I want this post to be about. I know a lot of people will say, “I’m the luckiest person in the world, because I have the best parents in the world!” but I definitely can extend that statement to my grandparents. Yeh Yeh, you were seriously my biggest fan, and while mom and dad might constantly remind me that it’s them, I think you win. You were literally at every major point of my adolescent life, and I think you were the only person that ever cried when I’d be on the ice performing, and I could always hear you over the starting gun at any speed skating race. I thought I had it tough getting up at 5am to wake up and get ready to head over to the competitions, but when I think about it, you had to wake up at least an hour before me, so you could drive the 45 minutes to our house and all cram into one car together and drive the other hour or more it took to get to Wisconsin or wherever it was we were headed.

I’m definitely going to miss your humor. Not that any of my racing competitors needed any more intimidation, but the fact that you spread a rumor saying that speed skating was in my blood because you were an Olympic class speed skater from China, when you had never stepped on ice before, still cracks up everyone in the family. Not to mock death at all, but I still remember one day when I came over and you gave me a bunch of your stuff because you thought you were about to die. I got a book full of old postage that dates back to World War II, some gold cuff links and some of your prized chess books. That was ten years ago! You were such a fighter to be able endure all the different ailments that came upon you and keep going strong for these past ten years.

Not only were you my biggest fan, you were one of my greatest coaches. Not in skating of course, but of the mind. I could NEVER beat you in chess as a kid. I remember always carrying a mini magnetic chess board with me wherever we went because I’d want to challenge you and try to beat you. Whether it was in between races, at a family dinner, in transit somewhere, or just bumming around the house. Spending half my life trying to beat this famed chess master was definitely a lot of fun and brought so many great memories. It wasn’t until high school when I started playing at states and nationals, and learning other people’s play styles that I finally beat you. Dad was telling me that your mom used to yell at you because all you cared about was the game, and wouldn’t do your work. I guess that’s where I got it from. After skating or school, I’d dive into a chess book, or jump onto the computer to play so I could better myself and beat you… and to mom’s dismay… forgetting my homework. Looking at the big picture, I think I get some of my stubbornness from you. When there is something I’m focused on, I keep going until I get it. I just keep fighting. Now that I think about it, you weren’t just at my skating competitions. You came to my chess meets, and even came to chess club at school to teach some of the kids a lesson and even our chess coach. You were so involved with your family and I hope I can exemplify that when I grow older. You were such a family man, and you will be sorely missed.