"Are you gay?" comes that awful question from my mother's mouth. I hear the words, but they are instantly drowned out by a million thoughts, most of them a variation on: 'not here, not now, and does it really matter?' Here being the passenger seat of her car, on the way home from a family friend's house; now being the summer of 2013, after having come out to a select few over the school year. And . does it really matter?...

Time and time again, I find myself drawn to the mystique of game design. So little is heard from those who toil away behind the scenes to bring joy to millions, aside from what filters through public relations teams or creeps around from independent developers. It can't be a glamorous job, but yet, there's an unmistakable pull. I attribute this to a deep-seated desire both to solve problems to create a larger whole, and to make people happy; but first...

I love reading, whether it's to escape from the humdrum of daily life or to get away from my own mental commentary, and appreciate someone else's sense of humour for once. For the most part, I prefer losing myself in the land of fiction, but I do have a weak spot for some autobiographies. It's been fourteen years since I discovered the pleasure of walking around with my nose buried in a book, and I actually take a bit of...

I'd start earlier, and work harder on...

I feel like USC's atmosphere and academics really pulled me in: it's the best...