As I wrote with it I wondered if my mother knew of my elation and glee when I discovered that this was the pen of my favorite bedtime story, of her tales of her father. And finally I was worthy of holding its ink black body. Excalibur could not have given me better assurance. As … Continue reading Pen
This is the time of the year when I am typically encouraged to do things in excess: eat a lot of traditional foods that are supposedly directly related to good luck, smile a lot at church friends or relatives like a seasoned politician meeting their voters as ballets of judgement in the form of gossips … Continue reading Chinese New Year
noun. The addictive nectar of the gods. The true author of this blog: really, not sure what I would do without it...this is not even because of my love for coffee, but mostly because a lot of my writing occur to me when I am sitting at a table in Kean Coffee.
This is one of the most important issue of our generation. It is imminent, and our inaction would only cause it to be immediate. While I understand that to some of the older generation, this topic is not a priority because of the nature of mortality, the mortality of nature forces me to prioritize this … Continue reading Climate Change
Sloth is the best of all sins, for you can use it against its peers: be slow to anger, be slow to brag, be slow to want or envy.
The simple gesture spoke volumes so I wrote down volumes for them. Years passed, dust set. The books encaséd in their wooden, glass throne. When I dared to visit them, I read them cover to cover. One volume after another until both the books and I are exhausted. The dust of time brushed off by … Continue reading Volumes
Genetically speaking, “father” is generally a male who is responsible for half of your genetic makeup. To me, he is a symbol of distant fears, of late nights when my sister, my mom, and I were obliged to stay up, waiting for him to come home from work. Later on, he evolved into a symbol … Continue reading Father