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NaNoDrawMo 2013

What. Am. I. Thinking. I'm trying NaNoDrawMo again, though next year I might make it "Inktober" instead, too many holidays in November. I'm going out of town (the country, no less), and I don't have time for anything nowadays. Then again I've been suffering from not creating since I started my new job in April, and I need to make it a... Read more →
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Part 1: “Who The Hell Is Eason Chan” and My Long History of C-Pop Love

Well, aside from who Eason Chan is to the world (King of Asian Pop, or #6 in the 2013 Forbes China Celebrity Top 100 List) I can tell you who Eason Chan is to me - and why it's so complicated that I'm now going to his concert in Vancouver in December. My Early Chinese Pop Days I discovered Eason's music in 1998 or 1999, almost 15 years... Read more →
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Being Siamese

being Siamese Everything Must Be Announced with cocoa toast-points peaked high and tail raised with energetic verve I wrote this poem while struggling to fall back asleep about the chirpy Siamese woke me. I was exhausted and irritated, but it also allowed us to cuddle and me to pet him, which made us both... Read more →
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Part II: Founder

She grew used to the wings, to the elation, the heights, knowing that it would somehow, somewhen, end, —it would have to— because things like this always did. But for now, she had the wings. She struggled against her impulse to wear them all of the time, always across her shoulders like the hug she'd never known wasn't... Read more →
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Part I: Flight

She was a girl, an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. She drew and she danced, and had birthdays with her friends. Nothing was really missing and nothing was really wrong. Then one day she came upon a shining pair of white-white wings so blinding bright they made her world look dull, dingy, grey. She'd never worn wings... Read more →
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Jar of Sleep – a short story

I’ve been told (by someone who should know) that somewhere in a dusty antique shop or flea market somewhere on a shelf in the back, the dusty darkest there is a jar —not a big jar— (but adequate to the purpose) of collecting and keeping sleep for you until you need it. There’s only one because over the years its sister... Read more →
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10 Books – Influence

I've never been one for reading "The Classics" - and while I am most certainly missing out, I've always found it difficult to relate to them. I imagine Hemingway's Farewell To Arms is the closest I got to a book that I enjoyed, but I wouldn't call it influential. The books I've listed below, in no particular order, represent books that were... Read more →
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Salju, my “Chicken”, 1999-2014

I am writing this post because I'm having a damn hard time coming to terms with losing my Salju. Even though I posted the photos on Facebook of her (2, 3, 4, 5, 6)  and on Instagram, and cried at the condolences I received from loving friends, I never really acknowledged or came to terms with losing her. I keep pushing it away. I never... Read more →
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Suck it up.

Image: filtered through decim8 app. pretty much how I feel like I look. Warning: If you're sensitive, this post has some emotional content, and some descriptions of dental procedures that I didn't enjoy. I went to two dentists' offices Wednesday to get my implant adjusted. Dentist 1, the oral surgeon, made some quick adjustments, and... Read more →
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My 2013 in Music

What did you do this year that you’d never done before? What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Did you fall in love this year? What did you get really, really, really excited about? The Eason Chan concert answers these. Hands-down. I wrote 30 posts in 30 days about it, traveled to another country for it,... Read more →