Making Something Beautiful

Back in June 2016, I had the idea of putting together a magazine of all types of creative artwork written, made, or captured by PiA fellows. I knew that I wanted to document my year here through poetry and photography and I knew personally that if I had some medium through which to share my…

Weekend Trip to Cameron Highlands, Malaysia

I passed my halfway point last month, so I’m feeling nostalgic and reflective but I’m also feeling really revitalized about my time here: a classic case of “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s almost gone”. I want to do more posts documenting my travels starting with my trip two weekends ago to Cameron Highlands and…

November 9th, 2016: Election Day

This post will almost undoubtedly be a ramble — and a pretty personal and internal one at that. It’s about 10 hours after Donald Trump was just elected President of the United States by what was really a comfortable margin in the electoral college. And, although he didn’t win the popular vote, he received what…

48 Hours in Kuala Lumpur

I love watching other people’s travel videos, so I wanted to try it out myself! As my first attempt, I made a video documenting my 2-day trip to Kuala Lumpur. The process of recording, editing, and watching this video was so rewarding. Because I’d only spend a few seconds recording each time and because I waited…

11 Steps for Dealing with Distance

A quick little poem I wrote today, called 11 Steps for Dealing with Distance. 1 you know you belong to more than just yourself 2 you fill things, empty rooms with cracks in the walls 3 you take whatever shape you need to be like water 4 he says he cannot hold you 5 you run…

“The city of Singapore was not built up gradually, the way most cities are, by a natural deposit of commerce on the banks of some river or at a traditional confluence of trade routes. It was simply invented one morning early in the nineteenth century by a man looking at a map. ‘Here,’ he said to…

First Impressions, or the First Seven Days

Having arrived at 6am, I greeted the city in the dark. As the sun rose and the city awakened, the combination of exhaustion, intense humidity, and the rush of unknown moving bodies lent my first 48 hours in Singapore a sense of surrealism. Singapore seemed to me a mercurial city, unable to decide if it…

Commencement and Departure

Commencement. My time in the education system ended with a commencement. Without overdoing it, I’d like to point out the symbolic value: every end is a beginning. A formative, crucial part of my life is completely over, and I don’t just mean these past four years in college but rather my past 16 years where most of…