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February 9th, 2010

on rotation

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February 8th, 2010

Like this

I feel like tofu, whatever that means.

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February 6th, 2010

Walrus

An issue of The Walrus sitting behind my magazine pouch.

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February 4th, 2010

country road

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February 3rd, 2010

Dancing with a plastic bag

I encountered a little plastic bag when I crossed the street on the way home. It was the lightest and most playful bag I’ve seen in a long while. When I stepped forward, it pranced a few steps ahead of me. When I finally caught up to it, it went on the other side of me looking backwards to see if I was following. When I turned the corner, it followed me like it wanted more.

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February 2nd, 2010

Before bed

“yeah, it’s been awhile, since I stared at the stars”

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February 1st, 2010

Ming

Since moving to Canada when I was eight, I’ve forgotten a lot about how to write in Chinese. I was never good at writing it anyways. In elementary school, they give you notebooks with squares to write in. As you get to higher grades, the squares get smaller and smaller; the intention is to make you write smaller and smaller.

I decided to “draw” out one of the characters of my Chinese name in typefaces I could find on the internet. As soon as I started this exercise, I realized how disconnected I felt with the language. The characters looked foreign to me! There’s a lot of symmetry involved in writing Chinese. I admire people who have beautiful chinese handwriting (like my dad). My cousin Carmen in HK is really good at Chinese calligraphy. There’s something soothing about looking at Chinese calligraphy. It must be the flow of the strokes.