The heart is the real Fountain of Youth.

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Had to go to the bathroom in downtown Berkeley, so decided to check out my one of my old haunts. Good memories :) #bcc #humanities #oldschool #scrubtimes #transferstudent #horrendousGPA #nofilter #gitrekt (at Berkeley City College Annex)

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What'd you do today? Oh, just helped the shipment company guy move 1600 pounds of kitchen stuff into the garage. (at El Cerito)

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Got my first league official clean game last night! A clean game is a game with no open frames, so spares or strikes throughout. That last fill shot doesn't count :P #thedudes #whoseturnisit #leaguebowling #Bullseye #Dropshot #Lefty and #TheBeast (at Albany Bowl)

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#Sup # Benji #nofilter #yellowbeauty (at Royston 306)

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#DojoDog #FirstDay #notrekt

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Little sister's 8th grade grad, haha what a bunch of scrubs 😂💪 #shestall #grad #TheWhiteStripes #yesfilter (at Prospect Sierra School)

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Yo beans yo. #notatphilz (at Philz Coffee - Shattuck)

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About to get nerdy on y'all, get ready. "The Camron-Stanford House is the last remaining Victorian home from an era when Lake Merritt was publicly inaccessible, being ringed by private estates. Built in 1876, the Camron-Stanford House housed the Oakland Public Museum from 1907 to 1965. Today the building is a museum and contains offices, and is available for event rentals like weddings. The home was built by Dr. Samuel Merritt while he was developing the area. The home is named for some of its residents: the first family were the Camrons (1876-1882). Later residents were the family of Josiah Stanford (1882-1905), brother of “Big Four” member and university founder Leland Stanford. Other notable residents include the family of of David Hewes (1877-1881), an associate of the “Big Four” who is probably best remembered for donating the “golden spike” for the ceremony marking the completion of the first transcontinental railroad in 1869. The last residents were Capt. John T. Wright, Jr. and his family (1903-1907). They sold it to the city of Oakland in October of 1907 for $40,000, and it became the Oakland Public Museum.  The Camron-Stanford House was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972, and on January 7, 1975, the home was designated an Oakland landmark." -LocalWiki.org This is right next to my work, so my inner history nerd gets to ogle at it during shifts :) #nofilter #historybuff #nerdy #notwhiteandnerdy #LakeMerritt #Oakland #TheTown (at Camron-Stanford House)

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My Refuge, My Fortress, My God - original print from The Worship Project.

In this transitory space that I’ve found myself in, I am deeply moved and comforted by Psalm 91 - a verse that has been spoken over my life at different times, especially in the lead up to, and in this new life that I am living in California with Bethel Music.

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely He will save you, from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.”

Psalm 91:1-7 (NIV)

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“just ask them out!”

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Future wife.

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Special tribute to Betty.

Knock ‘em dead, Birdie.

Please do not remove:

Property of Hannah Choi © 2015.

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Yo Sam check dese out.

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Arithmetic - original print from The Worship Project.

Brooke Fraser’s lyrics from “Arithmetic” have absolutely arrested me today. Such a beautiful declaration of allegiance to Jesus.

“I won’t find what I am looking for, if I only see by keeping score. 'Cos I know now you are so much more than arithmetic. If I add, if I subtract, if I give it all, try to take some back, I’ve forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact that you are the sum. So You are the one I want. When the years are showing on my face, and my strongest days are gone. When my heart and flesh depart this place, from a life that sung Your song, You’ll still be the one I want.”

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Current phone wallpaper. #beauty #bartolocolon #bartycolon #nofilter #silverslugger #thisisactuallyapictureofernest

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Obligatory ‘I AM ASIAN-AMERICAN, GAHHH’ Post

Yo guys. Two things happened in the past month that infuriated me as an Asian-American. Get ready.

#1 The Two Girls

My department is Communication. I will be getting a Bachelor of Arts in it. It’s a pretty dang diverse major and has people of all ethnic, socioeconomic, etc. classes. You’d think we’d be the most aware of our behavior and actions as we study this stuff day in and day out. Two girls from my classes are complaining about a teacher (bear in mind, I’m sitting right next to them cause I was chatting with them, also just some background - these two girls are not Asian). This teacher of ours has a thick Chinese accent but being an Asian-American myself I understood and understand her fine. These girls begin to complain not about her course outline, tests, or group projects but about her accent and how they can’t understand. One of them goes on to mimic her accent in a seriously offensive way and guess what happens?

Oh, nothing. I didn’t realize how messed up this was until a day or two later. I remember thinking it was strange but not too offensive. I look back now and I should have thrown a chair. You’re Communication/Media Studies majors! You study race in almost every class! YOU KNOW WHAT IS NOT OKAY AND WHAT IS OKAY. You LIVE in one of the most racially progressive parts of the United States. Apparently regardless of how much a person can gain in knowledge, their ignorance is still going to take time to change. BUT thinking about it now - how did you not notice you were doing this right in front of an Asian person? Seriously? Would you do this in front of anyone of any other race? Am I just supposed to sit here and be a goody-two-shoes quiet Asian boy and take it? Nah, dude. I think this moment may have been the moment my brain snapped - I will no longer not be candid in how I feel about other people’s ignorance. Of course I will attempt to be candid with grace, perhaps “lovingly candid.” Conclusion? Doesn’t matter where you live, what you studied, and how smart you think you are, you are still ignorant in some way or another. I’m guilty of this too, and no one isn’t.

#2 In My Country

We’re celebrating a friend’s birthday at a local bar in Berkeley (progressive city, probably one of the most accepting and attempts to not be ignorant with social issues). Our friend who is turning 21 keeps joking around saying he wants a White Russian to end the night but later changes his mind (he had already had enough, haha). A drunk/delirious older white woman was nearby and would randomly chime in on our laughter and whatnot, it was kind of weird but nothing I haven’t experienced when going out. The kicker was when she got up and showed us a dollar and said “Let’s get this White Russian started!” My friend politely declines and tells her he’s not going to have any more, but she insists. She then says “In my country this is how we do birthdays,” or something in that manner. Once I heard the phrase “in my country” I lost it. I almost screamed at her but I audibly said out loud “WHAT. THE. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU-” (I didn’t technically swear but I basically did). I got up and went to the bathroom to calm down and two of my friends were reminding me “Dude, she is clearly drunk and out of it.” The doormen and server both asked me what she said as I came back (calmly) to our group and I told them “She said some racist things. I almost threw a chair at her.” They decided to ask her to leave, and it seemed they had been watching her for awhile and keeping track of her. I assumed she had been there for awhile cause she was pretty gone. Apparently when I was gone to the bathroom trying to calm down she had also said “xie xie” to the group (thank you in Mandarin). This was yet another facepalm moment but man...that phrase “in my country” infuriated me. All of us spoke with perfectly normal American English accents, most of us born and raised in California/the West Coast, and she would not have said this to a group of white kids going out for their friend’s birthday. I realized yet again as we were leaving that crap...we are right next to UC Berkeley too, literally across the street. So yet again, regardless of the progressiveness of a region in terms of race some people are just plain ignorant. I have said “in my country” to people before, and they know I’m talking about the United States, even people I met on missions in China and Australia. I’m so trying to have grace for this woman because perhaps she is older and more “old-fashioned.” But dude! Bow ties are old-fashioned. Horn-rimmed glasses are old-fashioned. Top hats and monocles are old-fashioned. We cannot just let people get away with blatantly racist bs like this just because they’re older and “old-fashioned.” We’re making excuses for them and in turn bowing into our “avoid confrontation” stereotype that we already have as a “superminority” or “model minority.” I refuse to associate myself with these attributes. I refuse to sit back and just politely wipe off the bs people fling at my face. Loving candidness, here we go.

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May the 4th be with you! My school never fails to randomly impress me. #MayThe4th #ebstormtrooper #stormtrooper #NotATrap (at Pioneer Bookstore)

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:) #fcsacapella #GoGod #soproud (at Dwinelle Hall)