Wednesday, November 30, 2016

It's been a long time... New Project!

Hello everyone! It's been a long, long time. I have been very busy over the years since I went to Southern Oregon University including a special project... a short book!  I created this project for my Emerging Media & Digital Art (EMDA): Transmedia Storytelling class (it's such a fun class!) I have worked on this story and the tale of Masako Gozen, the great samurai warrior who disappeared into the Forest after she heard "noises." Each chapter is a different version of the tale and I hope you all have the chance to download and read my project.

Enjoy!

Fox: The Tale and Revisions Of Masako Gozen

Sunday, September 4, 2016

This Moment (Another Korean Song Plays)


I didn't know you were hurting.
For a couple of years,
you should've said something.
Let me help (No)
What do you need (Nothing)
Why are you shaking (Go back to bed)
You can't deny this forever.
I get it,
you don't like the sound of crying for help
out of your mouth.
You just wait and imagine yourself praying that
you'll be back on your feet,
cooking, cleaning, and playing crossword puzzles again
as if I didn't see you laying on your back against the bathroom tiles,
half-naked, barely forming a word.
(It's okay) No it's not.
(It hurts) Let me help you
(Don't) What do you want me to do
(Go back to sleep)
Why.
I can't bear the idea when
I'll wake up to get a phone call from you--
you're in the hospital bed.
What do you want me to say? I told you so?
Don't you think you matter to me?
Let me help you.
(No)

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Sunday

As I open the glass doors
to a scent of rain spreading
through the sunlight,
I was welcomed by gray clouds floating
above my roof.
Should I shut these doors and take a bubble bath?
Will it make those clouds go away?
Maybe I cleanse my ears with soft foam of soap then
nurture my tan skin with warm water.
The scent of smoke from across the hall
the black ant from yesterday crawls frantically
in the depths of my carpet as it tries to capture a piece of bread crumb
has soothe me enough.

I’ll stay here for a while.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Articles I'd Written For Odyssey (Master List)

Odyssey at SOU Playlist of the Week (OPOW)
OPOW 2
OPOW 3
OPOW 4
OPOW 5
OPOW 6
OPOW 7
OPOW 8
OPOW 9
OPOW 10
OPOW 11
OPOW 12
OPOW 13
OPOW 14-16

Dear Asela

10 K-Pop Artists For Feminism

A Letter to Huang An On Twice's Tzuyu

10 Webtoon Comics 

Why I Am Learning Japanese Now

8 K-Pop Dances for Exercise

An Open Letter to 2ne1's Minzy

Scarlett Johansson and Ghost In The Shell

Katrina Stringari: The Girl Who Lived (Through Cancer)

I Made Fun Of Prince. Once.

My Wishlist for Asian American Hosts For SNL

5 Songs From Beyoncé's Lemonade Restored My Faith In Music

Why You Should Submit to Main Squeeze

Taking Back The Night With Sister Outsider

#StarringJohnCho

21 Moments Of Being a Writer As Told By K-Pop

How I Almost Chose The Korean Idol Life

5 Reasons Why I Love U-Kiss

Welcome to Cafe Girl Productions

To Taylor and Tom: Stop

This Is Not a Successful Story

I'm Naming My Child Sakura

Meet Laura's Weapon (Interview)

Thank You, Todrick

When I Can't Catch 'Em All

Can Asians Say the "N" Word?

Defending Your Favorite Cartoon Like

21 Reasons I Want Meet And Be BFFs with Amber Liu from f(x)

Songs I Want to Be Played At My Funeral

26 Reactions to "Suicide Squad" As Told By "The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air"

20 K-Pop Songs That Will Unleash Your Inner Badass

The Time My Gender Was Put In Question

Building My Mixtape, The Chapbook

Articles I'd Written For Odyssey (Master List)

Odyssey at SOU Playlist of the Week (OPOW)
OPOW 2
OPOW 3
OPOW 4
OPOW 5
OPOW 6
OPOW 7
OPOW 8
OPOW 9
OPOW 10
OPOW 11
OPOW 12
OPOW 13
OPOW 14-16

Dear Asela

10 K-Pop Artists For Feminism

A Letter to Huang An On Twice's Tzuyu

10 Webtoon Comics 

Why I Am Learning Japanese Now

8 K-Pop Dances for Exercise

An Open Letter to 2ne1's Minzy

Scarlett Johansson and Ghost In The Shell

Katrina Stringari: The Girl Who Lived (Through Cancer)

I Made Fun Of Prince. Once.

My Wishlist for Asian American Hosts For SNL

5 Songs From Beyoncé's Lemonade Restored My Faith In Music

Why You Should Submit to Main Squeeze

Taking Back The Night With Sister Outsider

#StarringJohnCho

21 Moments Of Being a Writer As Told By K-Pop

How I Almost Chose The Korean Idol Life 

5 Reasons Why I Love U-Kiss

Welcome to Cafe Girl Productions

To Taylor and Tom: Stop

This Is Not a Successful Story

I'm Naming My Child Sakura

Meet Laura's Weapon (Interview)

Thank You, Todrick

When I Can't Catch 'Em All

Can Asians Say the "N" Word?

Defending Your Favorite Cartoon Like

21 Reasons I Want Meet And Be BFFs with Amber Liu from f(x)

Songs I Want to Be Played At My Funeral


Saturday, May 30, 2015

The Real Asian Girl (An overdue response to Day Above Ground’s “Asian Girlz”)

You dedicate this song to my slanted eyes
hoping that I’ll be yours,
Your Asian girl.

You picture yourself
planting your face
on my yellow thighs
like they are sticky rice.
You imagine my mouth
all over your egg roll
then shoving it
to my dim sum
until I cum.
Your Asian girl.
You sing your piece
like it is karaoke,
trying to pursue me
in terrible Japanese,
but keep your feng shui shit.
It’s the Year of the Dragon,
but you don’t want to
mess with this dragon.
I’m not G-Dragon
I can’t rap or rock
blonde dreadlocks
But I can try rapping 
about the misconception of
dreadlocks like you sing about
the misconception
of my culture.
If you ask me if I’m 17 or 23,
I’ll just say, “Baby, I’m 50.”
just to screw with your mind.  
And every day in February is
a New Year because it’s the countdown
to the day I was born
LEGALLY. 
Have you been to
K-Town?
China Town?
Japan Town?
Bet you don’t have enough
won to travel to
the real continents
since you’re too busy
butt fuckin’
a ninja pussy.  

Now, you want me
to sit on your lap and
marry you or
you’ll put me in a box
and send me back
like I’m a replaceable China doll.
If that’s the case,
Where’s my suitcase?
Send me back
To my ancestor’s,
My mother’s
Homeland,
So, I don’t have
To be fucked by you
Don’t ask me where I come from.
I don’t know what it’s like to live in Japan,
China, or Korea.
Not even if I read it off a travel book.
I can’t pronounce oka-san without it saying
in my most white-washed tongue.
I don’t know
My mother’s language by heart,
But if you dedicate your next song
with only boba tea,  
Bruce Lee,
And broken Chinese,
I’ll smile and say in English,
“Sorry, I don’t understand nonsense.”

Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Year of the Sheep (Ram or whatever...)

Lunar New Year is today.
That’s great. Everybody
Hands out small red and gold
Envelopes to new generations
With money that will be spent well
(I hope).
Starts eating dim sim more.
Breaking and opening
Fortune cookies somewhere at
Panda Express since they can’t
Afford an expensive Chinese Restaurant
(I know how you all feel)
Setting fireworks at night
Like it is Fourth of July
Screaming “Happy Lunar New Year!”
But here I am
Typing this poem
Like any other day
Reminiscing the times
I used to receive those
Red envelopes.
But I can’t celebrate the Sheep’s
Year.
My old man isn’t here
To celebrate with me
Or my family.
He is celebrating the Ram’s
Year in the sky
With the Big Guy
Without us.
It is also the day
He left us
From the world.
Mom doesn’t want
To watch the fireworks or
Eat countless dim sim.
Neither do I.