Monday, 14 April 2014

Four Letter Words

                                        "Hope is our four letter word,"
                                        - OneRepublic, "Counting Stars"

"Four letter words" refer to words with a negative connotationcurse words, mostly. I'm sure you can come up with a list without too much creativity. So perhaps it seems counterintuitive to place "hope" in the same categories as these words, right? Maybe.

Hope is fertile. It keeps humanity going; it enables us to reach for new heights. But hope is also dangerousand in that sense, it is powerful beyond measure. Hope can heal; hope can bring joy; hope can spark miracles. Hope can save lives; no one would deny its positive impact. But hope is also terrifying. Hope is powerful, and that alone is enough reason to fear it. Many people fear to pin their hopes too high because they are too familiar with dashed dreams and the disappointment that comes with misplaced hope. I know thisfor the One Thing that I placed my faith in has been shaken to the core these past few months. So maybe it's not so crazy to consider hope a "four letter word."

But there is tomorrow. And there is progress. There is someone searching out there; demanding answers to humanity's cruelest mysteries. And as long as we are seeking, there is hope; alive and well. This universe is full of infinite secrets, miracles and revelations, and sooner or later, they will be ours. Hope belongs to those who look for answersthose that are just beyond our current comprehension, and also those that are ten years' worth of work away. But humanity is motivated by necessity as well as curiosity, and that is a combination to be reckoned with. The researchers, scientists and wonderers of our generation are constantly building on thousands of years of truth-seeking to continue finding answers (we're standing on the shoulders of giants, remember?), and so as long as there is darkness, there is hope. Maybe it's all we have, really. But it keeps us together; hanging on. Hope keeps us waiting; breathlesssearching and seeking.

Hope makes this life worth living. 

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

The Haiku Series, Vol. 5

I don't write haikus for people. Be my exception. 

A. Stardust Waiting
two souls, patiently
sitting side by side, holding
wild hope in their hands (hearts)

J. 271828
blue eyes stare me down
wordless; across the crowded room
could we be so lucky?

R. Like Kindergarten
numbers + logic + laughter
and like lightning, we have found
friendship unbreakable

L. Wanderlust
the wit of the ages
and wisdom of one much older
yet a heart so very young

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

A Little Bit WISEr: National Conference 2014

"If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room."

                                                                      - Richard Tirendi

I was lucky enough to spend this past weekend in Toronto as a delegate at the WISE National Conference run by the Women in Science and Engineering chapter at U of T. I had no idea what to expect, but waking up at 5:30 to catch the early bus into the city was definitely worth it, and the learning started early. First lesson: you can take every wrong turn and still make it to your destination. It's a good thing that strangers in Toronto are friendly! I convinced myself that I would get there early and have breakfast in a cute little cafĂ©, but I wound up lost and at McDonald’s. Second lesson: Even when the entire city is different, McDonald’s is exactly the same. IT WILL NEVER FAIL YOU! (unlike, say, your Analysis T.A..)

In 36 hours, I met more female engineers, scientists and mathematicians than I have ever met in my entire life (yes, cumulatively). The one thing that they all had in common was their ambition: every single woman I met this weekend was doing something incredible, and each had a story to tell. You could turn to anyone and be struck by their talent. It was a throwback to a simpler time when it was perfectly alright to strike up conversation with a stranger; in fact, conversing with strangers was encouraged.

We heard from Kathy Lee, the CEO of General Electric. She told us about risk and reward, and demonstrated to us that you can be graceful, feminine, self-aware and absolutely at the top of your game, career-wise. I can only hope to be nearly as poised in twenty years. What I took away from her talk: you really can have it all if you’re willing to work for it. Don’t sacrifice and don’t settle for anything.

Ernestine Fu is the youngest venture capitalist in Silicon Valley, and a PhD student—barely older than I am, yet much more accomplished. I was excited to hear her speak based upon her insane credentials, yet surprisingly, the most striking thing that I learned from her talk was not on self-driving cars or 3D printing, but rather, how absolutely human we all are; she wasn’t the robotic, flawless computer that I had envisioned in my head—she was real, and she was so, so much more than her resumĂ©. But then again, aren’t we all? Sometimes we forget that so easily.

Swati was the mirror image of every girl in the room that day—multi-talented and uncertain what to do with that gift when she was our age. The creator of a little technological beauty called Square (Google it if you must!), she changed her mind many times. As someone who is still struggling to choose her program for next year, this resonated with me. She told us to throw out our five-year plans and to simply see where life takes us next. For a room full of 150 ambitious women with type-A personalities, this was the ultimate challenge to us all.

The final—and my favourite—keynote came from a speaker who I was completely oblivious toward prior to her actually standing in front of me. Angie King is an Operations PhD candidate at MIT, and also everything that I want to be. I didn’t realize how excited I would be for her talk until her Pi-themed PowerPoint ("Impactful Data: Or How I Fell In Love with Math”) was actually staring me in the face. Listening to her describe her undergraduate experience as a female math major was like listening to someone narrate my life today, and much more articulately than I ever could. She emphasized her lack of female STEM professors and role models (her grand total? Zero!), and it made me realize how lucky I am to have  been taught by not only one, but two female mathematicians—a statistical improbability.

Angie commented on the odd experience of being one of the only girls in a higher math class and the contrast with non-STEM fields. My pure math classes at Western are typically 25% female (hello, Intermediate Linear Algebra II!), and though I’ve gotten used to often being the only girl in the room in Middlesex College, I didn’t truly realize what kind of camaderie and community I have been missing out on before being surrounded by female STEM majors this weekend. 

Angie also spoke on a curious note that has been nagging at me all year—being “the worst of the best”, struggling with impostor syndrome and feeling like a fraud amongst her talented classmates. This year I have had the experience of sitting down amongst some incredibly talented mathematicians and feeling so inferior—sometimes math is humbling as hell. This year I was tempted to switch programs into something where I wouldn’t have to try so hard, but math is one of the (admittedly few) things that I am willing to put aside my pride for. Angie's talk will stay with me forever— it turns out that you can be sociable, well-spoken, feminine and a brilliant mathematician; who knew? 

I am so, so glad that I went to WISE. It was amazing to (for the very first time in my life) be surrounded by ladies who could talk about multivariable calculus and commiserate over eigenvectors and subspaces (that never happens!). I didn’t know what I was missing out on until I spent time in a room full of some of the brightest female engineers, mathematicians and scientists, and it was both humbling and motivating to be considered amongst their ranks.

Every single woman I met this weekend turned around and surprised me with her talent and ambition. For me, WISE reaffirmed the need for women in STEM fields to support and encourage each other, as well as the necessity for us to pass down the torch and mentor each other whenever possible—because we each have so much to learn, yet also so much to share and teach each other.

I left the Li Ka Shing Knowledge Institute this weekend feeling humbled, inspired, and maybe a lot wiser than I was 36 hours ago. So here's a little math for you: 

36 hours * 150 female scientists/engineers/mathematicians * 200 kilometers * 9 talented keynotes = 1 life-changing conference

Taking a chance on WISE was the best decision that I have made so far this year—if you can make the choice to go next year, do it. I dare you.

Sunday, 16 March 2014

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This coffee shop has the best ambiance and the worst Wifi. 

Sometime in the past week, the world turned into spring with the slightest hint of winter. It has been a week of endless studying, cold nights and one frustrating conversation after another. It has been a week that has tested me to the very limits of my capabilities for what is probably the first time ever.

It was an impulse decision that would lead me here tonight. I wasn’t expecting much when I made my way out of the cold and to the beckoning lights of the coffee shop, but it surprised me. A thermostat turned to a temperature that would usually be considered too warm and the background chatter of quiet conversation welcomed me, inviting me to stay a while. The coffee is bitter on my tongue, but it warms my hands and my heart.

There is an entire world out there beyond this, I know. On a Saturday night full of stars, somebody is falling in love for the first time. Someone is having their heart broken for the first time. Someone is enchanted by the gaze of a stranger across a crowded room, and someone is speaking the words on their mind and heart. Someone is probably just like me; watching and waiting and searching for answers to a million unasked questions. But in this moment, there is an entire world out there that doesn’t matter.

I sit alone with only my dreams to keep me company, along with words waiting to be put onto paper. It strikes me that perhaps I look strange to anyone who has been watching me as closely as I have been watching these strangers, but I’ve never been one to mind being alone—the curse and also the gift of introversion. I immerse myself into the conversation of a million people; it is rather curious to listen to strangers pouring out their life stories and the wishes of silenced hearts that they would ordinarily never dare to articulate. I wonder about the steps that brought them here tonight so that we would come to sit side-by-side in some alternate universe together.

And so the minutes tick by as I sit in the glow of a little coffee shop, a beacon of bright lights and cinnamon air, sparkling laughter and thoughtful hearts. And like a lighthouse in the darkest night, I find that maybe this night could not be more flawless.  

Saturday, 15 March 2014

spellbound(ed)*

lately my mind has been on math.
but funny enough, i've been inspired by
a certain mathematician that i recently met,
to come to a particular conclusion:
talent enchants.
it captivates; it commands attention.
i don't care what you love,
but i love that you love it.
i love that it keeps you awake at night, thinking
flushed with the breathlessness of ambition;
reeling with dreams and plans.
few things in the world are as compelling
as someone who is madly passionate about their craft,
whatever that happens to be
words, music, art, math, faith; your choice.
talent takes an ordinary moment and
creates something extraordinary;
perhaps the most flawless charm of all,
a gift from the most divine,
driving humanity to chase beauty beyond ourselves
captivating

*no, i haven't lost my mind. this is a math joke.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Sunrise (Revelations)

I wrote this short fiction piece around this time last year for a class, and it's been on my mind ever since. Here's finally finding the confidence to publish it. 


     I should not be here.
     Ladies don’t wander strange, beautiful, sparkling cities at night by themselves. Ladies don’t traipse around with strangers until daybreak. They don’t. But I am not interested in convention at the moment.
     He can go to hell.

Saturday, 8 February 2014

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“Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.” 

                                                                           - Tiffanie DeBartolo

So, about this whole Valentine's Day business...

Usually I'm pretty apathetic about it all. This year I'm kind of just rolling my eyes, but hey, I appreciate the abundance of heart-shaped cookies as much as anyone does.

Someone asked me if I was sad that I don't have a valentine. I think they were expecting me to say yes (and burst into tears), but the truth is... not really.

You and I Tonight. The First Time. I Want Crazy. I'll Be.

What do they all have in common? They're songs overflowing with love, written by lovers, for lovers. And I want that. I've done mediocre love and wished that I hadn't, and I'm not settling for it again. I want the kind of love that you write songs and tell stories about. I want the kind of love that leaves you breathless and sleepless and makes you break all the rules. I want the kind of love that makes you sneak out at midnight and makes losing sleep worthwhile. I've never found that kind of love; I've never had love that challenged me to go the distance, and so it captivates me. But despite this, I am positive that it is out there, and that it is absolutely everything that it's cracked up to be.

So no, I'm not sad. But maybe I'm a dreamer.
And someday I'm going to find the nerve to say hello in this place.