Noel Duan

    21 May 2012

    Routine-less

    I’m about to pull another late-night (school may be out but it’s full-speed ahead doing research!) and I am reminded of how every time I have a painful all-nighter (or semi-nighter), I tell myself it’ll be the last time.

    But it never is. And I’m pretty good about time management — I don’t miss deadlines and I am very fond of to-do lists. I once sent an overtly apologetic email to a professor just because I overslept for his morning class. He emailed back, “Who cares? Students sleep through my class all the time. This will not kill you.”

    I realized earlier today that my late nights aren’t necessarily happening because I have poor time management skills, but because my life is never consistent. The best summer of sleep I ever got was when I was interning at Vogue and Teen Vogue last year, because I essentially worked a 9-to-5 job. I had a routine and I spent weekends wondering what I was supposed to do with myself. I did a lot of yoga that summer. Also, my professors pull quite a few late nights themselves, and every single entrepreneur I know is constantly working, too.

    I should very happy that I have so many exciting things to do, but once 3am comes around, I usually think to myself, “Why do you want to do so much? Can’t you just go to bed?”

    But… I don’t know! Maybe I can’t call it a night and roll back into bed. I have a giant research project. I am working on a new blog. I am writing a novel that will probably never be published for many reasons, starting off with I-will-never-finish-it. (Note: I tried to be Hemingway by sitting in a Parisian cafe to write, but it was less bohemian with my laptop.) I need to study more French. I have so many travel plans around the European continent. (FYI, I lost so many pounds in England last weekend, and I’m not talking about the beach body kind.) And that’s only this summer.

    On the other hand, maybe I should have picked up a more lucrative hobby, like trading stocks. Or chess. Or boyfriend hunting. (Just kidding. I am really tired. But at least my mother would be pleased about that last one.)

    24 Apr 2012

    jumiyori:

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    Confession: When I graduate from college (or even graduate school, if I get in this year), I’m pretty sure I’ll be seeking out a job as a receptionist (if I’m lucky) or sales associate, in spite of my long-sought dream of being a fashion writer.

    And I’m really okay with that. Whatever it takes to pay the bills.

    19 Feb 2012

    pariswineandtea:

    Noel Duan is an incredible writer. Some of you may recognize her from her blog, Miss Couturable. And others may recognize her as the passionate Columbia University student, fearless in her pursuit to achieve her dreams and her passions in the often-seen-as-not-lucrative publishing and writing industries. I really admire her and her writing.

    I’m beyond belief angry at myself. I have a midterm tomorrow. I have just sat around for four hours doing precisely that - nothing.

    During the beginning of high school, I had Noel’s passion, desire and motivation to be the best and follow her own heart. I don’t have that anymore.

    When I came back from DC, I thought I was a changed person. And in some ways, I really am. I am much more grounded, strong and motivated than I ever was. I know now why I am in school. And even though I don’t know exactly where I will end up, I know my future lies in fashion or public health (heck, or maybe both!).

    Noel’s feisty passion for success and the joy that she gets from doing all of the many incredible accomplishments that she does (i.e. cofounding Columbia’s second fashion student magazine; finally interning at Vogue; pursuing her love for writing; treating her body with love through yoga and exercise). I admire her, so much.

    I used to be like that. I was aggressive, I was smart, sassy, loudmouthed and anything but what society put on me as a label (“female”). I didn’t care and I worked hard to get high marks, take leadership positions and excel in the violin (although not Julliard standards, but enough to be regarded well on the state level).

    What the hell has happened? Now don’t get me wrong, I love living in the dorms and have enjoyed meeting a diverse group of beautiful people. But I think my old memories (freshmen year) and habits are popping up again. And I’m now slowly realizing that I still have so many more things to learn and that balance is essential.

    September was a fantastic month. I read all of my readings, did all of my work, was on straight As and had a social life. I also networked like mad, formed a strong, personal relationship with the Vice President of Chrysler and churned my resume to perfection.

    October started off on a great note, but now is turning out to be like my past two years of broken agony. Although my social life is at an all time high, my grades have suffered as a result. I’ve no longer joined the other business networking group. Heck, I’m not even sure if I’m participating in the LoReal business competition anymore. And psh, emailing and networking the business leaders I had met? Yeah right. What happened to that?

    So I thank Noel for her blog. Reading through her posts have started the fire that was once inside me, hailing all the way from high school.

    I’m still sassy, loudmouthed, opinionated. I keep things REAL. I am intelligent. And I appreciate the fashion and creative industries so freakin’ much. I’m going to continue what I started. When I came into this semester, I knew it was going to be crazy. Taking 18 credits, with (currently) 7 hours of extracurricular activities a week (one of which I’m actively on the board) and hours of networking, with the serious intent of joining TWO other organizations and gettin’ all As?

    Honey, I’ve been crashed and burned. I’m tired and exhausted. Dealing with roommates, people, school, business, my future? It’s absolutely mindbogglingly tiring.

    I definitely don’t want to continue crashin’ and burnin’. So I will scale back. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to accomplish what I came to this school to do. If Noel can do it, so can I.

    I’m strong, independent, sassy as hell, loudmouthed, a fuckin’ feminist, intelligent, artistic and musical, beautiful, ambitious, a leader, quirky, eccentric and confident. Midterms? Fuck midterms, you’re not going to stop me.

    Just reading her blog has helped me regain some of what I was loosing. It seems almost impossible, but I’m going to do what’s not possible. I am going to kick ass on these two exams - I will OWN them. In addition, I will pick up everything that I’ve slowly let die.

    I will rise to the challenge. It’s a alot, but I need to remember: I interned full time and worked a part time job this summer. I had 12 to 13 hour fucking work days. That didn’t stop me. So why should this?

    Power to you all ladies!

    Oh, goodness, this is so flattering; I didn’t see this until my friend sent this to me in the morning, so thank you for your generous words! I’m really honored that I inspired you.

    I’m never comfortable when I read posts like these or when I receive emails like these, though. I don’t think I make a good role model and I don’t think my lifestyle should be emulated. I really mean it. I don’t do drugs and I wake up before the sun rises to run and I never forget to take my daily multivitamins, but I’m just as much of a mess inside as any other 21-year-old.

    Being a perfectionist is really crippling, and I feel awfully guilty whenever someone tells me that I’ve inspired her (it’s always a her) to pull more all-nighters and tackle on more extracurricular activities and get perfect grades.

    Yuck. I can’t seem to write today. I need to explain, though. Being a thorough perfectionist is crippling because you never feel like anything is good enough, and you never stop toiling for that unattainable perfection.

    Things about me that are vaguely unhealthy and I wish I could change about myself:

    • Not going out because I have an interview to transcribe or a scholarly article to finish reading. I am lucky enough to have fantastic friends who don’t think any less of me because I don’t enjoy drinking alcohol unless it’s bubbly, but I am also not the first person that comes to their minds when they want someone fun to go out with. Sometimes, I feel alone. Usually, I don’t care because I think I see my friends adequately over brunch (my preferred mode of socialization). I’m not a solitary creature, but I’m naturally selective with my company, which I don’t always like about myself.
    • I am not that spontaneous. Maybe you even think I’m boring. That’s okay. I’m really not boring, though, and my life is far from boring or routine. It is, however, very regimented. Perhaps too much. I wake up before dawn, even on the weekends. I schedule my yoga time like it’s my religion. I am very careful and picky about what I eat. I schedule fun time. I schedule study time. I rarely sleep; I disco nap. The moment I start getting sick, I cancel all “fun” plans until I am completely recovered. My friends know to make plans with me in advance because I am always busy and my iCalendar is color-coordinated with ten different categories. My mother used to be horrified when she’d discover me studying Spanish at 3am in high school. That was all scheduled, by the way. I just can’t stop.
    • Part of me thinks I could do anything I put my mind to, and part of me thinks I can only achieve anything if I do everything. I love to tackle on new responsibilities and I love new challenges, but I actually don’t know where my limits are. I am always thinking about five things at the same time.
    • I don’t know how to take a break from school. I’m a super nerd. I LOVE school. I love school so much that I do extra work because I have huge admiration for my professors and I relish everything they say. In Paris, there is less work in school, but I still do more (optional) work, because I feel like I’m not learning enough if I don’t. I think I’m learning a lot, but I’m also missing out by not going out to bars on Tuesday nights.
    • I agonize in great detail over everything. I never sleep the night before exams because I’m too busy studying. I reread my papers about twenty times before I submit them. I expect perfection from others and from myself to an extreme.

    There was a time in my life when I wasn’t like this. I remember it clearly, because it was freshman year of high school. I went to bed at 10pm, woke up at 7pm, and didn’t care if I got an A- or B+. And then, during my sophomore year, I realized all my classmates were sleeping at 3am, getting better grades than me, and working toward a goal that I didn’t have. I felt like I had to change my mindset, and I did, but I don’t know whether it’s for the better or not.

    I mean, I’m more than satisfied with my life and I’m proud of myself, but there is always a little voice in the back of my head that asks: Was it really worth it?

    I don’t have an answer yet.

    1 Jan 2012

    Unsolicited advice from a 21-year-old college student

    I get a lot of sweet emails that I don’t deserve along the lines of: “Noel! I don’t know you in real life, but I think you’re fantastic anyway. How do you do it all?”

    Well, I am here to offer to you my unsolicited wisdom which you probably did not ask for, unless you emailed me asking for advice. I am not any wiser than you and I seek advice from my friends on a regular basis, which means I am just as qualified as any lady mag to dole out the answers to life. (College-aged interns conduct research for magazine articles, remember?)

    It is the first day of the new year, and I am about to board my plane to Paris, which means I have ample time to pretend I have something to offer you as a 21-year-old college student who once cried in the library while listening to Taylor Swift’s “Never Grow Up” (this was probably a month ago) and once snuck a giant piece of leftover vegan carrot birthday cake into the library as a midnight snack and got frosting all over her laptop (this was probably two weeks ago). I also spend too much time in libraries, as you can tell. During the school year, I would go to class in the morning, intern at Teen Vogue until evening, and then overdose on caffeine in the library until 2 a.m. or later. Rinse. Repeat.

    Nonetheless, here are twelve things I’ve finally learned at the ripe age of 21. I know I learned these things within the last ten years because I did not know when when I was 11 years old, when I had no friends, average grades, and ate Toblerone and Hot Cheetos for lunch:

    1. To quote the admired Eleanor Roosevelt, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” That includes yourself. You will encounter countless people who will make you want to curl up into a ball and shrink, but that probably means they encounter countless people who make them want to curl up into a ball and shrink, too. I noticed a terrible pattern in myself this year — I had a lot of self doubt in the classroom that also mirrored what was going on outside of the classroom (i.e., my social life). During office hours, my favorite professor said, “Stop it. You’re smart and you offer insightful comments in class. Stop apologizing for nothing. You are the most apologetic student on campus.” So, I stopped apologizing for who I was. And you should too, because you’re wonderful.
    2. That said, don’t make others feel inferior on purpose. You’re wonderful and you’re probably awesome at something, whether it’s making pastries or speaking seven different languages (Pig Latin totally counts, right?!) or that underrated trait known as being a good listener. Now, that doesn’t mean you should hide your talents or be less than the awe-inspiring person that you are. But it does mean that it is likely that the person you’re interacting with has been having a bad day and is feeling down and low about his or herself, and you’re doing yourself a disfavor if you make yourself feel better at another’s expense. Attention eighth grade girls: You’re only losing out on a chance to get to know your classmates when you exclude them from your lunch table “clique.”
    3. Give people a chance. My freshman year of high school, I met a girl who brought an entire suitcase of Mentos on a school trip. I thought she was odd. Then, she sat next to me on the bus. Then, I found out she was my roommate on the school trip. And I love her to this day because she is one of the most genuine and brilliant people I’ve ever met. And not many people knew that because they didn’t bother to get to know her. Side note: Normal people are overrated because they don’t exist.
    4. You don’t have to be pretty all the time. I mean, it’s great to hear affirmatives like, “Everyone’s beautiful in their own way,” but it’s not that important. And sometimes when your face decides to look like a pepperoni pizza and you gain five pounds over the holidays, you don’t feel so pretty. And that’s okay. I never understood why my fellow females felt the need to wear stilettos and mini skirts to get into frat parties when the fraternity brothers wore regular t-shirts and jeans. Being pretty is just another trait, like being smart or being flexible, and it doesn’t have to be upheld on a pedestal. And it doesn’t find the cure for cancer either.
    5. Do yoga. Or just do something nice for your body on a regular basis. But I recommend yoga if you have the resources. This is different for everyone, but for me, yoga is about learning to forgive myself for my mistakes and “failures” as a person. It’s about taking 90 minutes out of my day to listen to myself instead of the demands of the world. On the physical side, it stretches and tones. And you get an excuse to buy Lululemon leggings, which I would spend every day of the week in, if I could. Side note: When you feel lazy, throw on a pair of Lululemon leggings, a pair of loafers, a oversized cashmere sweater, and a chic tote bag. You can zip from the library to dinner without an outfit change.
    6. You should shoot for the stars because no one else is going to do it for you. In fact, if you don’t shoot for the stars, someone else will. And you’re going to be looking up at the sky and wondering, “Why am I down here?” You don’t have to tell everyone what your dreams are, but you should have some and you should believe in them. I tell only a few friends what my dreams are, but we keep each other motivated and on a realistic path to achieving them.
    7. Be serious about your education. I complain about writing 40-page papers and reading 500-word books as much as the next sleep-deprived student, but my professors always remind me that this is the one time in my life in which my only job is to read and write and think. You don’t get many chances to sit around a room with your classmates and discuss and get angry with each other because you don’t see eye-to-eye, and that’s a-okay because you’re guaranteed to learn something from each other, even if it’s just that you can’t stand the person sitting next to you. Also, you should be serious about your education because your professors devoted their lives to academia and education, and you would want others to respect you for your work, too.
    8. Get some work experience. Work experience that actually teaches you something. In high school, I had classmates who did “internships” through family connections in which they faxed and filed all day, when they weren’t pretending to look busy on the computer. It looked pretty and prestigious on college applications, but none of them were passionate about their positions. It sounded like a waste of a summer, and let’s be honest — you don’t have many summer breaks left before you enter the real world. So, get some work experience in a field that you’re interested. Get some work experience that forces you to think. In high school, I flew to New York by myself and I did an internship at Seventeen that made me realize how much work goes into magazines, and I still keep in touch with my former editor to this day. A worthwhile internship may be harder to find, but you want the best for yourself and you have no time to waste, after all. Just don’t settle.
    9. Forgive yourself and your friends. We only hit puberty about ten years ago. We’re still trying to figure things out. And sometimes, we mess up. And most of the time, we can find a way to forgive. My closest friends are friends I’ve had fights with, but instead of venting behind each other’s backs, we confronted each other and forgave each other.
    10. The three hours after you wake up are the most productive hours of your day. I stole this from one of my very accomplished professors, who I assume is more productive than the average American. It doesn’t matter when you wake up; you could wake up at 2 p.m. after a long night and your most productive hours would be from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. I have no scientific proof of this, but I always wake up at 5 a.m. (unless I go to bed at 5 a.m.) and work until 8 a.m., and I think I’m relatively productive for a college student.
    11. Drama doesn’t last forever, but your GPA does. Look, I could preach that your grades mean zilch and of course, your self worth isn’t based on a number. However, grades matter a lot more than many things, especially if you plan on attending grad school. Sometimes you really do have to turn off your cell phone, let social obligations fall to the wayside, and hit the books, if that’s what it takes to get the grade you want.
    12. As the great E. Jean Caroll writes, “If you want to be told you look gorgeous, tell people they look stunning. We’re all the prettiest girl in the room, depending on the day, the hour, and the room.” Compliment people. It doesn’t hurt, and we all have something worthy of compliments. Read the rest of her column, “25 Things Every Woman Should Know,” here.

    Remember, all advice should be taken with a grain of salt, especially if they come from me. And now, I’m about to board my plane. See you in seven months, America! Happy new year!

    30 Dec 2011

    Stressed beyond belief

    Paris in one day. I need to do laundry. And review my French.

    Just found out I am going to have to pay for my grad school myself/get a scholarship. And I will find a way because it’s my dream, and when do I ever say no to a challenge? But that also means I won’t be sleeping earlier than 3 a.m. anymore.

    Grades still haven’t completely come out yet. I have two As and two…I don’t know’s.

    (Study and research abroad in Paris —> senior year at Columbia + teacher certification in yoga + part-time job + full year of interning at Vogue and/or T —> graduate school in Europe for a year —> return back to New York for a job at a fashion magazine) working hard and being gracious is included in all of this, of course.

    I mean, I feel like no one believes in me but me (and a few friends, like K). But that may be all I need at this point. That, and caffeine.

    15 Nov 2011

    Things I’ve stopped believing in since beginning college:

    • God (I am still open, though)
    • Capitalism
    • Neoliberalism
    • The stability and integrity of institutions
    • Tradition for the sake of tradition
    • Love? (for myself)

    List to be updated periodically.

    Do I believe in anything, still? I guess so. I believe in the goodness of people. I believe that my friends will do great things. I believe that it’s okay to shut off your brain sometimes. I believe that my mother loves me. I believe in my professors and I believe that they believe in me. I still believe it is possible to make a difference in the world. I believe even more in standing up for what I believe is right.

    So, maybe I stopped believing in many things. But I still have faith and hope in many other things. Funny thing is, you could probably trace my growth and development as a person through my blogging on the internet… I haven’t tried that yet, though.

    Six weeks until I turn 21.

    10 Nov 2011

    A boy who won’t stand up for himself becomes a man who can’t stand up to anything.

    I seem to have a problem with defending my beliefs and opinions in front of people I respect. Today, in class, I voiced my opinion on the recent Penn State scandal and my classmate, who was in opposition to my opinion, said to me, “You can just shush. What do you know, Noel?”

    My face flustered up and my immediate reflex was to apologize. “I’m sorry. Forget it,” I said. What did I know anyway? He was an athlete and I wasn’t, even though I had been reading the news all morning and had already formed my own thoughts and beliefs on the matter.

    “No really, I want to know: What do you know?” he replied.

    “Never mind,” I said, turning away.

    Yesterday, my favorite professor told me I was the most apologetic student on campus. “You need to stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for. Just stop,” she said. I told her about being scared to speak up in seminar because I felt that my contributions were worthless compared to those of the graduate students.

    It’s easy to tell myself that I’m intelligent and strong and opinionated, but I am so different in the classroom, and I’m still trying to figure out how to have some faith in myself.

    29 Oct 2011

    Peeling onions

    In the last two years of college, I have watched my friends cry over men boys many times, but I have never cried over a relationship myself…mainly because I haven’t had any. Sometimes I think I am a closed box. My freshman year, a guy once said I was like an onion, with too many layers to peel. I still think about that.

    So, today, when I walked in on one of my smartest, sweetest, and most beautiful friends crying, I decided for a split second that I was never going to even try to pursue anything romantic in college, because I didn’t want to end up hurt. I don’t even look as good as her when I cry.

    But when I told my friends, they snapped me back to reality.

    “You’re being stupid. You can’t always do what’s easy. You won’t get anywhere if you do what’s easy,” my friend said.

    But honestly, who would want to peel an onion?

    1 Oct 2011

    My friends threw me a surprise party that I was early to. And that they were late to. Typical.
Last week, I resigned in all capacities from Hoot, the Columbia fashion magazine I co-founded. It was unexpected for me, because Hoot had been my baby for the past two years of college, but I just knew it was time to leave.
See, I’ve been involved with the publication since orientation week of my freshman year, when my friend and I were joking around about starting a campus fashion magazine. You know how when you first start college, you feel like you’re on top of the world? You feel like you can do anything: graduate magna cum laude, get a great summer internship, impress everyone in the 20 clubs you join, and make lots of friends without gaining the freshman 15?
Ha. Well, Hoot was born out of that naive energy that only first-years have when they still think the dining hall food is edible just because there’s an omelet station. Before most of those first-years have become jaded.
So, tonight, my friend, the current and new editor in chief, invited me to her suite for dinner. I thought it would just be the two of us, and I didn’t even bother changing out of the yoga clothes I had worn in the morning. Turned out, the Hoot editors threw me a party with Ladurée macarons, cupcakes and prosecco.
So, there I was, in sweaty gym clothes and Burberry rainboots, as my friends beamed at me in their fancy cocktail dresses and sky-high platform heels. And there I was, stuck waiting half an hour in the hallway because I was early to my own surprise party, and most of the editors had not arrived yet. “Let’s take pictures!” they exclaimed, as I shrunk away from the camera.
I’m going to look back on this in two years and bawl my eyes out.

    My friends threw me a surprise party that I was early to. And that they were late to. Typical.

    Last week, I resigned in all capacities from Hoot, the Columbia fashion magazine I co-founded. It was unexpected for me, because Hoot had been my baby for the past two years of college, but I just knew it was time to leave.

    See, I’ve been involved with the publication since orientation week of my freshman year, when my friend and I were joking around about starting a campus fashion magazine. You know how when you first start college, you feel like you’re on top of the world? You feel like you can do anything: graduate magna cum laude, get a great summer internship, impress everyone in the 20 clubs you join, and make lots of friends without gaining the freshman 15?

    Ha. Well, Hoot was born out of that naive energy that only first-years have when they still think the dining hall food is edible just because there’s an omelet station. Before most of those first-years have become jaded.

    So, tonight, my friend, the current and new editor in chief, invited me to her suite for dinner. I thought it would just be the two of us, and I didn’t even bother changing out of the yoga clothes I had worn in the morning. Turned out, the Hoot editors threw me a party with Ladurée macarons, cupcakes and prosecco.

    So, there I was, in sweaty gym clothes and Burberry rainboots, as my friends beamed at me in their fancy cocktail dresses and sky-high platform heels. And there I was, stuck waiting half an hour in the hallway because I was early to my own surprise party, and most of the editors had not arrived yet. “Let’s take pictures!” they exclaimed, as I shrunk away from the camera.

    I’m going to look back on this in two years and bawl my eyes out.

    28 Sep 2011

    As the icing on the cake, I found out today that Columbia will be funding my summer of research in Paris, which is exciting because even after the spring semester is over, I will still be spending three more months in Europe and I won’t be paying from my own pocket. I feel extremely lucky that I get to spend an extra summer doing academic research in Europe, and I truly intend to turn this into something that will ultimately become my senior thesis.
I go to yoga a lot, no matter how much homework I have, because I’m so tired of making excuses for myself. I think I’ve changed for the better since I began doing yoga daily. There are a lot of exterior things in this world that could make me a hateful person, but instead I’ve found an inner peace and forgiveness that cannot be shaken. I’m making it a goal to become a certified yoga teacher by graduation (I’ll fund the training myself…somehow), because I want to someday teach yoga to domestic violence victims, especially battered women. I don’t think yoga substitutes for religion or therapy or is an excuse to be passive, but I do think it’s a reminder to be kind to yourself.
Almost every morning, I run a 5k, which isn’t much (about 3.11 miles), but all these little things have helped me take control of myself. I’m not quite sure about who I want to be, but I’m quite sure about who I don’t want to be.

    As the icing on the cake, I found out today that Columbia will be funding my summer of research in Paris, which is exciting because even after the spring semester is over, I will still be spending three more months in Europe and I won’t be paying from my own pocket. I feel extremely lucky that I get to spend an extra summer doing academic research in Europe, and I truly intend to turn this into something that will ultimately become my senior thesis.

    I go to yoga a lot, no matter how much homework I have, because I’m so tired of making excuses for myself. I think I’ve changed for the better since I began doing yoga daily. There are a lot of exterior things in this world that could make me a hateful person, but instead I’ve found an inner peace and forgiveness that cannot be shaken. I’m making it a goal to become a certified yoga teacher by graduation (I’ll fund the training myself…somehow), because I want to someday teach yoga to domestic violence victims, especially battered women. I don’t think yoga substitutes for religion or therapy or is an excuse to be passive, but I do think it’s a reminder to be kind to yourself.

    Almost every morning, I run a 5k, which isn’t much (about 3.11 miles), but all these little things have helped me take control of myself. I’m not quite sure about who I want to be, but I’m quite sure about who I don’t want to be.

    21 Sep 2011

    Happy things

    • I’m studying abroad in Paris in 2012, for about eight months.
    • I am in an anthropology seminar with my favorite professor in the entire world. I cannot describe the feeling of having professors who push you to be the best that you can be and truly believe in you. Example: Whenever a girl starts off a comment with, “This may be a stupid question/point I want to make, but…” she stops the class and tells us that she never wants to hear that ever again. Because girls should not apologize for speaking out.
    • Hoot’s first general meeting of the year was today, and over 50 people showed up. While I may not be editor in chief anymore, I am excited to see what the new generation of Hootettes will churn up. Hoot is the Columbia University fashion magazine that I co-founded.
    • I finally have my own dorm room! I’ve shared my room with roommates for the past two years, and it’s nice to finally have a space of my own.
    • A little less happy: I’ve come to accept that there are nasty people in this world, and there always will be, but you and I don’t need to be one of them. My friend is a street style photographer and a famous street style photographer pushed him into a car to get shots of a model.

    7 Aug 2011

    Two lines converge

    My entire Tumblr dashboard: my friends like to write about losing weight, having successful careers and wearing pretty clothes.

    I guess deep inside, everyone is the same and has the same insecurities, but the funny thing is, I actually think my friends are perfect and don’t need to worry about their future or change their bodies.

    But I’m old enough to know that we are our own harshest critics. And that successful people are never satisfied.

    26 Jul 2011

    Bedtime story

    Once upon a time in a faraway island known as Manhattan, there lived a girl interning for the two fairest and most magical publications in the world.

    One fine midsummer’s morning, the girl and her tall friend decided to make a perilous trek downtown in search of a coveted treasure trove: the Opening Ceremony sample sale.

    When they arrived, the girl discovered a luminous sheer maxi skirt embroidered with sequined florals. She wanted to try the skirt on, but to her dismay, like most sample sales, there was no dressing room to be found.

    “Uplift your spirits, small one!” exclaimed her much-taller friend, “Make like the other scavengers here and make your transformation without shame. There is not a single recognizable face to be found. You shall be safe.”

    The silly intern consequently decided to take off her clothes and try on the enchanting pieces in her hand.

    Just as she was about to reach for the skirt, someone approached her and asked, “Excuse me, are you trying that on?”

    It was her very own editor from one of the most magical publications in the land. Of course she would be at this treasure trove of far-reaching fame!

    The silly intern became as red as an apple, futilely struggling to shield herself behind a rack.

    Luckily, pleasantries were exchanged and all was well. The silly intern bought her magical skirt and bid her editor adieu, still red as an apple.

    The moral of the story: Wear nice underwear when you go to sample sales.

    Yes, this did happen to me.

    25 Jul 2011

    On the dreams of youth

    When my parents came to this country, all they had was $200 borrowed from a good Samaritan, dreams to fulfill and risks to take.

    Because of this, I always thought they would understand my zeal for risk taking, for veering off the trodden path. When I was interviewing for an internship at Vogue for the first time, I was asked who I admired the most. Instead of saying Sally Singer or Anna Wintour or Mark Holgate or Grace Coddington or Plum Sykes or any other amazing Vogue editor I worship to the ground, I said my mother, because my mother taught me how to look fear in the face and overcome it. My mother taught me that sacrifices must be made for everything.

    So, I wish my family could understand the path I’ve chosen. I’m quite sure they think I’m crazy, from studying French to majoring in anthropology to interning at fashion magazines. They’ve sent me to the best schools. I could be premed by now. I could be pre-law by now.

    I feel as if my parents come from a generation and culture of practicality, while I come from a generation of dreams and indulgence. I am part of a generation that is over-educated and underpaid. I am part of a generation taught from birth that we could become anything we set our hearts to. This is not necessarily a good thing, but like my parents, I am a product of my own time.

    In many ways, I am nothing like my parents, but like them, I know how to take risks and I know how to work hard and I know how to make sacrifices. I know how to make something out of nothing, and I know how to forge my own path.

    Someday, they might see that I am more like them than they thought. But maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you’re not supposed to risk everything just so your kids will risk everything too.

    9 Jul 2011

    roaring twenties my ass.

    Same. I may have hit my peak when I was 17.