Soul Friends

A soul friend understands you even when you are wrong.

A soul friend cries, laughs, rejoices with you, they desire for you to be the best that you can be.

They never envy your rewards, your triumphs, your successes.

Soul friends can be silent at once and not have to talk.

The time you poured your heart out and we had a good weeping session right before clubbing

while we danced, we danced away our sorrows

People stared in amazement. That’s just us, soul friends that can weep right before we dance.

I sat in the bathtub, remembering, remembering. Three blinking candles winking at me, time passes us all.

I dipped my head and held my breath, if I got up, time would have passed by 10 seconds.

Seems like years since we saw each other. The love that God has poured into our hearts is more than any I’ve seen in my lifetime.

People look at us and wonder why they don’t have the same friendship as we do. Let them envy, but let them aspire for this God-love. Friendship, real friendship is more than superficial talks, parties, drinks, studying together.

It is soul connection to the nth level and degree. It is understood empathy. It is pouring out your heart without censoring. It is shit and flowers. It is, on a sunny day, lying under a tree and falling asleep but on stormy nights driving to your house and spilling my guts til my eyes burned from crying. I sometimes wish that others could have the same soul friendship we have, one that God has blessed and flourished. Even as you sit in front of your computer, encoding and decoding til the sun rises saying good morning, I’ll be praying for you, remembering, remembering. I miss you so much and my heart aches for the times we laughed at shapes of poop, embarrassing moments behind alleys at clubs, worshipping for joy, spontaneous meetings eating at my house, dance parties, and the most- our soul talks. And that’s all I gotta say, sister. Be who God has always created you to be.

I just wasted an hour on facebook

Yes, I just wasted an hour on facebook looking through my past pictures. AND this, for golly, was one of the best times in my life. THIS WAS SO FUN!!! (located in Taiwan). That’s me standing up…sigh. good times.  I woke up and was disappointed everyone was gone, I thought my mom had forgot about my bday. Went to eat with friend, took a midterm at school (easy), and then drove home because there was bday cake waiting for me, then went out to eat korean food with friends.

One thing I miss – being the center of attention, dancing at orange clockwork and everyone just like gawking at me. What in the world has possess this girl, she doesn’t give a beep about what others think! I miss that. Hopefully I can find some place in Asia to get my dance on for the summer.

Chinese Art Subversive

This is so RAD! It’s funny how when people think “chinese art”, they always think of serene waters and waterfall scenes with trees. You know, those chinese art things with calligraphy? Let me tell you, there’s a whole movement of pop and abstract artists…that can’t be told they are only chinese- they are human for crying out loud. Let artists unite the peoples of the earth!

I got a map of CHINA for my birthday, it was the sweetest and most thoughtful gift I’ve gotten so far. Seriously, looking at names of places in the world makes me drool. I can hardly fathom the exotic cultures that awaits me. Even as my friend described the dirtiness of the trains, the hot air making your face dirty, the sweat making your skin stick to fabric…almost reminds me of good and bad times in Taiwan. One time, the humid air made my asthma act up so bad that I started getting sick.

I couldn’t breathe and I was sick as a bird. Another time, this dog ran up to me. I was like, “ohhh how cute”. But then the dog started humping my leg!! My friend got a good picture of it. haha. I remember in Germany, my teammates were like SO SICK of thick bread because it had ten thousand seeds and wheat in it. It was so heavy. We were getting constipated too. In Japan, my friend and I went to a sushi bar and had this weird gooey green thing…it was nasty. But the sweets there were amazing, so was the fresh sashimi. Yum yum yum. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get internet access in China because I would love to blog about my experience. :0 happy night everyone.

Comparing Hair dos

Jelly Fish- summer of 2008. It was almost like a mullet, but not.

Frustration, hair is fried! Curled for the day.

It grew so long that I had to dye it in my bathtub.

Then I cut the long tail off because it was long and fried.

my my my my poem from way way way way back.

I wrote this probably….in high school? found it on my myspace. my my my my. Pretty cool I think.

An illusion, skeptical stares

Faces down, is it all an illusion? Blank faces void of senses

My heart beats steadily

Your hands, your feet, your body, your heart an image of my own consuming my thoughts, my pride

Time passes by, an echo my converse in the air a vertical cliff, 90 degrees

The world’s eyes, sublime, surreal

My joints locked in place If i step, will I fall? If i flinch, will you run? If I let the shades of color spill forth from the cave on my face,

will the world explode like a soda can

Too many intentions rolled up in a sliding door digressing, fading Like a vast ocean turned into invicible mist.

Contests Should Be Global- I Should Write the Fine Print.

This is so ridiculously cute.

“2009 facetnate! winners: Pip & Pop’s sickly sweet super kawaii installation of sugar, pigment, origami, plastic toys, beads, confectionary and drinking straws, Under the Crystal Sky.

The Sydney Japan Foundation is now accepting proposals for facetnate! 2010. Australia-based emerging artists and curators can submit proposals for projects that would have a strong Japanese influence, to be put on as a solo or group exhibition in the second half of the year with a grant of $3000.” – http://biginjapan.com.au/2010/02/facetnate/

I WAS GETTING SO RIDICULOUSLY excited about this, but read that it’s only for Australia-based artists. How sad. -_-

I finally finished printing all the tags I need to glue the “benefiting non- profit” tag unto my handmade goods. Here is just two of my bags. I also made these cute pink, green, and purple pillows. They are beyond rad.

The inside of the red and black tweed bag has pleather- like fabric on the other side. Both are made of “scraps” and treasure finds. To be sold at Art Show March 12- See flier below (that’s not me):

The “various artists” includes me.

The sun has risen. I walked on stones and pebbles. The bulldog runs.

I am alone. I am content. I smile and breathe. The air is clear.

The greens are alive. The wind swivels and blows. My hair is messy.

I stoop over the drops of dew. Clinging onto the leaves of life.

I am alive. They all say hi. I’ve yet to see. The dreams to rise.

Good night!


Happy Birthday From The Prime Club

The title of this post was taken from a coupon. LOL. Above you will see that this, my friends, are the CRAZIEST, biggest grapefruit on earth. Seriously, I didn’t distort this photo at all. I promise you. My mom said she picked it at her friends’ house. We have two of them just sitting there waiting to be eaten. Can you imagine if a baby popped out of this?

Speaking of babies. This is the most cutest baby ever. Reminds me of the girl in Monsters Inc. Found her at some church beating on the drums.

Sunday my friends and I dropped by Camarillo outlets. I didn’t buy anything but she bought a Coach bag for like 100 bucks. I don’t really like Coach bags at all. They’re kind of not my style. I was more into Betsey Johnson’s store. But instead of thinking “what a great deal”, I was thinking “I could totally buy this and sell it on ebay”. They had great frilly dresses with cut outs and funky prints. My focus though is trying to get rid of clothes…not accumulate.

A card I drew to a friend a year or so ago.

I met two Nihon people on Thursday, which I got pretty excited about…since I haven’t been able to practice my Japanese. So I’m like Watashi wa rebekka desu- and theyre like ohhh okay. hahahaha.

Again, they are eating my friends’ vegan taco. I’m surprised by how many people are actually vegi. I can’t give up my beef!

love or hate me

We need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.- charles dickens

Not many will follow in my footsteps. I am brave enough to face truth and stare it in the eyes, even if it is ugly. I will not talk smack, I will not resort to the pitiful back- talking of little men, I will be big and apologize unapologetically, no regrets and no hindrances. I am who I am, love me or hate me. I will answer the call of only One.

It took me a lot of courage to share my heart with my mom. Of course, like in many asian families, we don’t talk much about our feelings. But at this point, knowing that I may not see me mom for awhile, potentially…for however long in like 6 months, I needed to start including her in my life. I’ve been feeling so numb, so numb. Unable to be super happy and unable to be happy sad. Even as I talk about sad things, I’m unable to cry. Where did I pick this up? Where did I pick up the idea that I had to be strong? It is so dangerous because then, we force ourselves to be robots, unfeeling beings. But the tears just came again. I’m learning to cry and not feel ashamed. I want to be proud of my tears. So I am human. I am just another human being. Allow me to fail greatly, I am still a kid. I’m barely 22, but I’ve encountered enough to feel that I’ve grown up way too fast.