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

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

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.

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

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.”

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.