April 9th, 2000. 8:16 a.m. A miracle happens. That's right - I am born and the world celebrates with a freak snowstorm in the middle of spring.

Alright, I *probably* had nothing to do with this, but I like to believe I did. The time I was born is especially special because 8 (including other multiples of 8) is the luckiest number in Chinese culture, signifying success, happiness, and wealth. I mean if that isn't telling enough, I don't know what is! (The sad irony is that I'm actually a depressed, broke college student who hides behind sarcasm but you don't need to know that. It never hurts to hold onto good fortune- whether it's real or not.)

It'd be nice if every piece of writing I share on here is posted at exactly 8:16 a.m. EST, but there's no way I'm holding myself to that. I am the opposite of alive in the morning. Meaning... I'm dead, yes. Instead, I'm going to post at whatever time I choose. Just imagine it's posted at 8:16 a.m. With every post, I recreate, or rather emulate, my birth with a new idea, thought, opinion, or masterpiece ;). Please don't take that seriously. I do not mean that whatsoever. 

What I do want to say is I hope whatever random pieces of writing I decide to post on here speaks to you in some way. You can interpret them however you like. (Just as I have completely interpreted the date and time of my birth to be the work of the divine.) And hey if it brings you success, happiness, and/or wealth, feel free to leave a nice thank you note.