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Category: personal interest

Summer Goals

1. learn French.
2. shave head.
3. design t-shirts.
4. read read read.
5. write write write.
6. party.

What is the point if there is no audience?

When I was in third grade, I used to stand next to my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wong, during every recess. I jabbered on about my thoughts and my minuscule world of adventures. Words flowed out of my mouth endlessly until Mrs. Wong would peer over at me, lower her glasses, and with an exasperated smile, [...]

Another Strange Dream

I was in grad school. I was in Taipei. I was with my mother. She wanted me to live at home with her and commute to school. I refused and moved into the dorms. The dorm was sun drenched and very large. There were at least 8 people living in there. Someone made a lot [...]

There are a few things that I’m proud of in life…

Being a good (and fast) cook is definitely one of them.

Scapes have been huge around the city – lots of garlicky greens, actually. I’ve been addicted to them. Here’s a little pasta I whipped up with a whole clove of Rocambole (a variety of garlic). And plus some other things…with hand-made pasta. Ben came over and [...]

Illustration-A-Day, Number 2

Copping out a little bit with a self-portrait. My fake front tooth fell out this past Friday while I was watching a tennis match. Granted, it was already fake (a goofy accident 5 years ago in Prague was responsible for its initial damage). The tooth snapped off where it originally did. Thankfully, it was already [...]

Epic Dream

Sometimes, I wonder if the massive amount of epic films I watch affect my projected reality. I definitely catch myself accidentally reciting lines from films during conversations. I wonder if I actually mean these words, or if they simplify what I wish to actually articulate. There is nothing worst than uttering something romantic, then quickly [...]

My Creative Cavity Requires Filling

There used to be a time, in the recent past, where I breathed the urge to make. I used to wake up with the ambition to create something that is, at its core, only conceived with the purpose of satisfying myself. The process that then took place would be my attempt to merge myself with [...]