Keep reading >

Living up to my name

I have a Chinese first name that sounds like an English name and means comfort. Ten years ago,…
A woman paints on a canvas while a man plays guitar in the background.
Keep reading >

Embracing my inner artist

I have this theory: that our society tends to view being academic and being artistic as mutually exclusive.…
Keep reading >

What my gut knows

The best smoothie I ever had also happens to be the most thought-provoking. Smoothies and indecision In a…
Keep reading >

Changing my narrative

Me and punctuality When my boss said to me, “You are not a late person. Let’s change the…
Keep reading >

The H is silent

My first name begins with a silent letter so alliteration exercises in primary school weren’t fun. “Happy Hsu-Ann”…

View post to subscribe to site newsletter.

Keep reading >

Nomad no more

Australians boast the inglorious irony of being the best off people in this pandemic and yet we’re potentially…
Keep reading >

How to edit your life

It’s one thing to love writing; it’s quite another to love editing. Editing is a passion I only…
Keep reading >

NYE lessons from Ecuador

Australian New Year’s Eve traditions mostly involve drinking hard, watching fireworks and calling it a party. This is…
Keep reading >

Turning on TED

It was only 18 months ago that I publicly wrote that one of my deepest dreams was to…
Keep reading >

On recovering Anglicans, vegetarians and nomads

I like to say my boyfriend is a recovering Anglican. He's actually not even Anglican, he just happens to go to an Anglican church and I just happen to enjoy having a go at Sydney Anglicans. What I really mean when I say he's recovering is that he is no longer doctrinal about his faith and how he practises it - in fact, he's ardently against legalism. Similarly ...
Keep reading >

Pinch yourself and hit send

One my favourite simple pleasures in life is rediscovering songs from the 90s - and in particular, the one-hit wonders. My most recent nostalgia hit is Pinch Me by the Barenaked Ladies. Remember them? Yeah! Ten years ago to the day, I posted this brief status update to Facebook (in the third person - I guess that's how we did it back in the olden days). Intriguing! So ... what was my youth all about again?
Keep reading >

Made to wonder: string theory and the resurrection

What does string theory have to do with the Resurrection? What's the difference between wanderlust and "wonderlust" (is that even a thing?)? Why do adverb particles matter? This Easter I really went down the rabbit hole ... String theory and the Resurrection I was listening to a podcast the other day, an interview with a physicist who was explaining the holographic principle. Based on string theory, one of the concepts is that our lived reality is two-dimensional data expressed in three dimensions. In other words, reality is a hologram. It made me think about dimensions in general. If two dimensions can express three, and it's generally accepted that we inhabit four dimensions (the fourth being time), what would 5D* projection mean? Because I'm convinced the material world isn't all there is to existence. As a person of faith, I believe we exist in more than four dimensions. But for most people - Christians, followers of other faiths and those of no faith alike - our active engagement in the fifth is limited. This Easter I was reminded that the Resurrection invites us to walk beyond the four dimensions and live a bigger, richer reality.
Keep reading >

The deepest dreams

I was never much of a dreamer as a kid. Forget being a princess, pilot, pop star or police officer. All I ever aspired to was to be an accountant - a short degree with strong job prospects.* I'm not even kidding. To tell you the truth, I was an unambitious and cynical child. The funny thing is that somewhere along the way into adulthood, I did start dreaming. I dreamed of changing the world. Perhaps it was born of a desire to prove that my unambitious and cynical younger self was so, so wrong. Changing the world hardly seemed a dream to me, though. In my early-to-mid-twenties, I started to appreciate that changing the world is within reach of each of us, that the smallest gesture can be a part of a bigger picture. That it doesn't have to be dramatic or headline-worthy to be, well, worthy. To count as real change. And since it was something I was already in the process of doing, it never seemed a far off reality. It never seemed far away enough to be called a dream. So whaddya know - it seems I've been living the dream. But there are also dreams I'm yet to live. These are not things I hope I manage to do before I die, nor will I feel unfulfilled if they don't happen. Far from being a bucket list, this is a set of six longings that speak to the core of who I am. I'm sharing them with you here, to encourage you to discover (if you haven't already) and reflect on your own dreams.
Keep reading >

Going for glocal

The other day my dad kindly informed me that if I ever stood for politics I’d need to…
Keep reading >

The seed to lead: reflections of a beta girl

I've always thought of myself as a beta kinda gal. Even as a child, it was mostly my younger sister who spearheaded our games and playing. I was 26 the first time anybody told me I had demonstrated leadership.
Keep reading >

Notes from a champion tickboxer

Sometimes I think I might have made a great bureaucrat. But alas, I don't like ticking boxes. And so it is that since graduating, I've given up ticking the boxes and being boxed in. Instead, I'm beating the box and I'm boxing the ticks.
Keep reading >

Australia: Not the place I thought you were

The other day after work, I was flowing with the peak hour crowd down Anzac Parade, when I witnessed something awful. An Aboriginal man was heckling and shoving an East Asian man. The Indigenous guy was yelling obscenities and things like "Go back to where you came from!" to the suited up Asian guy, who was trying, literally, to shake him off. That was Awkward thing Number 1. People just watched. And did nothing. That was Awkward thing Number 2. By people, I mean mainly Asian people. The University of New South Wales appears to be predominantly Asian, even the law faculty - a contrast with the College of Law at my own alma mater. That was Awkward thing Number 3. And I did nothing because, frankly, I'm both Asian and female. I actually thought I might get hit. That was Awkward thing Number 4. It made me think about how Australia is not the place I thought it was when I was little.
Keep reading >

No Canto?

To avoid confusion, I generally insist that English is my native language. I received all of my education in English, it’s what we spoke in my family growing up and it’s what we speak now. But technically, it’s not my first language. What would happen if I were to relearn my first language? What might that unlock?
Keep reading >

Crazy Baptist Girl

Apparently among some of my classmates, I had a reputation as the Crazy Baptist Girl at school. After…
Keep reading >

Trains, Platform 29

Lately I’ve been spending time alone on the train, with the trains inside this mind where I am surrounded…
Keep reading >

Defrag this

In the days before I converted to Mac, defragging my PC was a standard part of my life. I…
Keep reading >

Easter Peace-ster

I’ve never been one for fireworks. So when she went ballistic I shrunk and tried to zen myself…
Keep reading >

What feels like home

4,000m above sea level and 400,000m from the closest shore of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Sunday afternoon in the park somehow became one of the defining elements of my life in La Paz. Now, at sea level and right on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Monday evening in Manly is becoming an anchor, a touchpoint, to each week here in Sydney. It's funny, the unlikely things that make me feel at home.
Keep reading >

80% Australian

Approaching this Australia Day, I’ve been thinking a lot about my Australianness. Or lack thereof. It’s not that…
Keep reading >

2016: Resolving me

I’m an anti-resolutionist. I’ve always been sceptical about the value of New Year’s resolutions. Occasionally I’d humour my sister…
Keep reading >

Next stop: Sydney

Tomorrow will be my first day in Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, paid employment in Sydney. There is…
Keep reading >

Still twentynothing

Almost-no-longer-twentysomething. That’s how I described myself a month ago. Since then, I’ve done some soul searching, some job searching…
Keep reading >

Travel delusions

Note: I was pleased and privileged to have this post published on A Life Overseas. In that process, I was…

Is that MY voice?

So there is this hilarious line from The Emperor’s New Groove we always quote. The villainous Yzma turns into a…
Black and white photo of a young Asian woman hugging her legs and looking at the camera.
Keep reading >

About my body

One of the differences I’ve noticed between Bolivia and Ecuador is that people don’t stare at me here.…
Keep reading >

Sport and spirit

Converted introvert I surprised myself the other day. It was another one of those bizarre moments of self-awareness…

What’s in a name?

In certain cultures, names are pretty important. In ancient Hebrew culture, names carried a lot of weight –…
Keep reading >

Self-censored

I’ve always valued my education, and I know a significant part of my identity and beliefs are shaped…
Keep reading >

Yo soy mujer (I am woman*)

In preparation for this Saturday’s pijamada (slumber party), I’ve just started reading Mentiras que las jóvenes creen (Lies…