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Name Jennifer Hom Blog
Location San Francisco
First post 2008Jennifer Hom began life as a Chinese American girl in suburban Long Island, New York. As a minority with few friends, she found happiness in drawing fairies, unicorns, magical flying unicorns, princesses, and flowers. With the help of a terribly optimistic mother, she used her countless drawings of magical beings to enroll at the Rhode Island School of Design. Now graduated with a BFA in illustration and a sweet gig at Google, she managed to find a home with climate control. She is still Chinese American, but wants to be a Broadway star.
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Everyday I get a little bit of knowledge. I’m learning how to make the most of my life by doing the things I love. It’s crazy how things come together and how small the world is. by coming down and rising back up I’ve seen my energy act like the sun. I don’t need the negative energy that used to circulate through me and disrupt my thoughts. I like the way I am now, 
I made the mistake of asking for more. walk away having what I needed behind me, my heart is still bleeding and its fine to me. emotions are a waste. but then you get a taste. reach out and you’re left in disgrace. was my effort misplaced? I don’t even care because love is fate. and if we come together then we’ll be mates. souls they already know what troubles them, in the end, this love this fucking win. Till then I’m losing.
