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Discards

Premise

  • This is an area for me to store memories as a processing exercise, sorted roughly by year block.
  • This allows me to fully discard physical belongings/digital files and leave the experience behind as a single bullet point in the cloud.
  • This will likely mean nothing to the vast majority of people, which is the whole intent of this exercise. :)

2020-2022

  • Yarn, CCNA. A ghost from protect. If you want to do a venture, just know the cost. Agh, my eyes!
  • NYU, USC, UCSD, NW. Then Harvard, Yale, Brown. Applications last second, uploading a bad file. Who would have known the real battle to come was around the corner?

2016-2019

  • Walk of fame, HK. Early morning to finally end a journey of the first time. Clearing my head. I got what I came for, yet everything was still the same. Was it what you expected?
  • Leather jacket in ridiculous heat, a lonely boat ride. A lesson learned. Good egg sandwich, though!
  • Old vines, huntington, somi. The 2nd attempt still resulted in a rejection. It was a great example of how everything could go well, and the outcome is still not in your control! Move onward.
  • 167 pong. Dabbling in web development helped out in classes. Keep dabbling.
  • Ocgen, Plcmatic, tlv-db You like building tools to make your life easier. Keeping building.
  • Summer Wars for the second time, blue streak, hack organizing. As we learned.. work on yourself first.
  • Neybor, Anchor, Notary. It brought me anguish, and also friends. Take care of yourself and others first. Business always continues without you.
  • Subtle Asian Traits gave me opportunity and gave me light.
  • I tried to make a little app about fire. That was cute.

2012-2016

  • Project Dire, OK, CB. I tried to gamify that so hard.
  • PMP studying. Job researching back in the day...

??-2012

  • Being introduced to the world of KPOP, helping out with a box in a door. Sitting at the table alone instead of the dance floor. Maybe I was the flower pot all along! Hah.