Con Report: Sakuracon 2011

Sakuracon this year was such a blast! I not only finished one of my dream cosplays, but I got to spend it with my wonderful friends the whole entire time ;w; gahhh so much love for these guys. This year none of us could afford hoteling, so my classmate Seth invited us to stay at his […]

August 15, 2010

A long time ago, I wrote on my list of “100 Things To Do Before I Die” that I wanted to visit my dad’s grave before I went off to college. When I was about 10 years old, I flew by myself to Hawaii to visit extended family. One day we took a trip to […]

the stars follow me home

I’m accompanied by two shadows overlapped, connected Hobbling down the main road, dragging my left foot which aches from walking home all day – Walk, walk, walk. Stop, say hello and keep on walking. The shrubs up ahead – silhouetted strangers waiting patiently for the bus that comes hourly after 7PM – but then they’re […]

I painted the sky,

trying to reach you – Your words that set a stone in my heart But what can I say? You talk in circles – There’s no way I can step in to a stream that flows within and around itself. So here I sit, waiting – for the words that will float up and reach […]

In November, passing me by

Every now and then I get these peculiar ‘moments of thought’ as I’m waiting for the bus. Moments where my life is mine until I’m looking at someone passing by. Maybe it’s what would be considered spirit-walking or astral projection. For the briefest moment my life is theirs. I give them a story. I give […]

pt. I — Converging souls

The beauty of coffee shops is that they’ve got a knack for stories. Tacked paintings, unnamed faces on the walls, streams of melodies from bands no one has ever heard of, and the delicate rosetta settling in the mug in front of her all have stories to tell. Visions and memories people want to mull […]

the moon tonight

We’re under the same stars and though we’re not breathing the same taste of air, we continue to breathe. We breathe and breathe and breathe. And we are connected by this and the human condition. But it is the human condition, That we are separated. We continue to look at the same moon alone.

Presumptuous, though it may be still I couldn’t help but open – just a crack, that small river flowing from the pools of my heart. . Swelling, that far-off image flushed fingers interlaced as the bus rode the rays of the setting sun . But instead, here I stand soaked to the bones of my […]