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Sun, 12 Jul 2009 02:31:00 GMT

I've been wanting to write about this for sometime now. An afternoon bike ride today compelled me to get it out. Just rambling.

I watched UP when it opened in May. Since then, it's constantly been on my mind. If you've read my past entries, you may be able to tell that I am quite the nostalgic person; finding great value in life experience and stories from the past. Therefore the story of Mr. Fredricksen in UP deeply resonated with me, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I did tear up (several times) during the film. (Got my 3D glasses all foggy, heh).
There are a few reasons why I think UP hit an emotional chord with SO many ppl (97% on rottentomatoes, various blogs praising that 10 min opening montage, etc). Aside from the fact that yes, Pixar kicks arse in telling quality stories, this story in particular dealt with two things that I believe are the most valuable to everyone in some form.
Innocence and Youth
You'd think I'd put "Love" in there, but here's why I didn't. Innocence and youth are both things that once lost, can never be attained again. Love, on the other hand can be found in many ways and shapes throughout one's lifetime. Therefore, due to the fleeting attainability of innocence and youth, I feel these are the most valuable (not necessarily most important, ahh). Usually, by the time one is even able to understand what each of those really mean...it's too late, because they're already lost.

Innocence
This involves everything you felt and experienced before the world ruined it. When your loving parents did their best to shelter you and keep you safe. Before that first girl rejected you. Before you saw how horrible some people could really be in the way they treated you, or others. There are different stages of innocence. I would admit that my being 24 still retains some innocence compared to a 50 yr old, but I've definitely lost a lot compared to an 18 yr old, or an 8 yr old. This applies to everything that you didn't know about, until you actually had to face it, worry about it, fight it, and endure. As we grow up, that protective distance is constantly being broken.
In terms of UP... Mr. Fredricksen was challenged when he met Russell. A child who still had innocent dreams and views that he gave up on a long time ago. Before Ellie passed, before Ellie had a miscarriage. It's hard to revisit a way of seeing the world after going through what Mr. Fredricksen (and so many older people in the world) go through. We, too, may have to give up the dreams we had when we didn't have to worry about anything.
On the brighter side, innocence is what we desire in love. Though "love" can be found all the time..."first love" is a one time thing. In UP, Pixar gives us a story of what we wish our love was like. How many people can say in this day and age that they met someone as a child, and ended up falling in love and growing old with them. Not many. But Pixar paints this picture for us in Mr. Fredricksen...which is why it's so much more tragic when he loses this love, created in innocence.

Youth
This is pretty self explanatory. If you've ever daydreamed about lazy sundays and brisk afternoons from when you were "a kid" then you know. I recognize that writing about "youth" as a 24 yr old (and if you're reading this as like, a 15 yr old) is pretty absurd. We're still in our "youth". But so quickly this time period falls through our fingers and we're only left with fond memories which are only just that, memories. This is why everyone has an "inner child", and why that child is so important to them. "Inner childs" are what makes fans furious when they see their favorite comic or cartoon growing up mutilated into a horrible Hollywood movie. "Inner childs" are what gets adults excited when they do an activity that reminds them of their youth. "Inner child" is what gets Mr. Fredricksen teary eyed when he looks through his Adventure book with regret of not being able to fill it out with Ellie when they were younger.
We all want to perpetually feel like we have a lifetime ahead of us to fullfill our dreams, find love, and go on adventures. This obviously is impossible and we will wake up one morning seeing that a lifetime has already passed. You can never regain lost time. Time = youth. This is where the movie begins, Mr. Fredricksen feeling that his life has already passed him, and he missed out. Russell comes along though and restores Mr. Fredrickson's inner chid, even though his youth is long gone.

This is why UP was such a great movie to me. It brought themes to the audience that usually don't get addressed in a kids movie. This is why UP was so surprising to adults and myself, because we all thought it was going to be a fun, cute movie a la Pixar about a floating house, and instead, we were faced with many scenarios that probably hit very close to home.

Didn't really have a destination with this entry. Like I said, just thoughts. What innocent dreams did you have when you were younger? I wanted to be a Lego designer, (probably not gonna happen). How often do you feed your inner child? If you feel too cool or embarrassed to do so, be careful, you'll lose your youth faster that way.
I think my goal now is to not find myself in Mr. Fredricksen's position 50 years from now; wondering about all the adventures I could have gone on. Because, I'm not so confidet a chubby little Asian kid is gonna come by my house and save me from my bitterness. I don't wanna count on that, so I'll do what I can, while I can, on my own right now. =P

My parents, are human.

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 05:47:37 GMT

I think as we get older, our parents begin to reveal more about themselves to us. Maybe because they know that it's no longer necessary for them to be the steadfast elders; we're too smart for that now. Now they are more comfortable to show how they really feel, or what they really think.
Recent events have shown this to me quite drastically, although over the last couple years I've definitely sensed a change. Maybe because I'm not home as often, maybe because we don't get to talk as much as before, or maybe because they're aging, but I'm starting to see a side of my parents that I was always "too young" or naive to see/understand. The vulnerable side.

Retracting my teen years.
Keep in mind, I'm writing as someone who was a teenager once too, full of angst and what I thought at the time, wisdom, so I'm not saying any of this condescendingly to those who are teens now. But this is definitely true, when we were younger, we always felt that our parents didn't understand us. However, I'm starting to see that, it is US who never really understood THEM. We always gave ourselves that excuse that, the generational and cultural gap was too big. But really, no age and culture difference can change the fact that our parents when they were our age, felt love, anger, fear, and sorrow. And even now, just as human beings, they continue to feel those things, but do their best to hide it from us because they are our parents, and must be strong.
I feel bad for not seeing it earlier, but our parents have their own lives too. We get caught up in our day to day, he said-she said gossip, and personal agendas/aspirations...but have you ever thought, your parents have that too. Why would they not? I think once we realize this, it greatly humanize our folks, and actually, doesn't it make you more curious about them and what they're feeling/thinking? Maybe not. Maybe your moms and dads are really open and talk a lot, but mine...I can tell there's a lot that they keep inside, to protect us, or themselves.

The burden of truth.
But now, they're telling me more, treating me as an equal, and on one hand it's eye-opening, but on the other hand, it's a burden. I mean, for so long, they were the ones that sacrificed and took care of us. Poked and prodded to know how we were and how we felt...and now the tables are turning. We have to learn to care for them, to be worried about them...and all this new information about their pasts and presents is a huge load of information and emotions I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with, because unfortunately, the stuff they keep from us, usually isn't the cheery stuff, but instead quite heavy.
I could go on a lot longer about this, because it's been on my mind for some time now, but I guess to sum it up...our parents are complicated people. They have secrets, they have desires, they have failures and fears, they have dreams that they had to give up. My parents are definitely like this as I'm discovering and it's hitting me hard. I want them to be happy. I just want them to be happy. Give your folks a second thought, they deserve it; it wasn't easy raising us.

Dreaming for them.
I'll leave w/ this song. It's called "Dreams" by an artist named Sam Geunjin Kang. (*plug, get Sam's album, it's really good). I've been a fan of his for several months now, and this song definitely translates what I'm feeling for mom and dad into music. Everytime I get to the third verse, I'm moved listening to the words.

Verse 3 starts at 2:37 (Please listen and read the lyrics)
And mama never had to worry about the life she had
Found a place in the world to live the life she planned
And the hands of my father once bruised and torn
No scars for the man like he was reborn
Cause he never gave up and with hell they paid
But in this place they were caught in a heavenly way
Shake the Shikae cut up all the fruit to eat
With some Anju grab a couple beers to drink
And my mama felt good kicking back this time
Cause she was free finally got a little peace in her mind
And my father sat talking to his father that died
Cause in this place everyone that I loved was alive, but this time
He finally found the words to say
As tears fell from the sky rain was hitting his face
Cause in this place you could never be too late
Cause in this place you could clean up all the messes you made
Imagine that
So I fell into the thoughts of my soul
Dreams came rushing like the tingles of hope
If I had one thing that could somehow come true
It’s to show you the dreams that I’ve been dreaming for you

At least my voice isn't cracking...as much.

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 07:53:17 GMT

It's been awhile since I've posted here. Sorry for neglecting, there are just too many areas that need updating. Most of my attention goes to the Wong Fu Blog and my Twitter. Find me there!

Since the last post, it's been a whirlwind of stuff going on. The ISA concert we threw was in March and a huge success. Now we're on tour for the rest of April.
I have a fairly large pimple growing on my nose, the day before one of our biggest events. sigh. I really thought that after high school I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. S'great to know puberty is still working it's magic at 24. FML

I'm sure you didn't really care to know that... but for everything else check out these links.
Follow me on Twitter! twitter.com/philipwang
Check out our Spring Tour schedule HERE. We might be coming to a university near you.
Watch the ISA recap video below.

I'll check back soon. Happy spring.

My "comment" to you

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 10:41:52 GMT

I realized tonight that I've never acknowledged this before...but just so you know...I do read all the comments that are left here. Since the beginning.
I was reading some past entries and going through the comments and it really hit me how lucky I am to have the support and encouragement of so many ppl that have never met me but somehow feel connected through my work or writing (along with some friends who are still subscribed to me and helping me keep xanga alive...haha. are you guys still there?)

When we were younger I think that we were given more opportunities to receive and give written words or encouragement or appreciation (Vday cards in elementary school, cards to your friends, notes you pass to your gfs or bfs, that sort of thing). As we get older, it's less likely for that to happen...who has time to write "feelings"? But the written word is so powerful. It physically lasts and is not as easily forgotten as spoken words.

These days the secret notes and spiderman vday cards are gone...but I get txt on a monitor. And you'd be surprised how some pixels on a computer screen from ppl I don't even know can make such a difference. So I just wanted to let you know, those who are reading, that your warm words go a long way. More than you know. I don't know why I deserve such kindness.
<embrace> Thank you.
<embrace tighter> thank you.

We're the DAHNCERS!

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 08:57:59 GMT

For that don't check our actual website...we released Part 3 of "Up In Da Club" yesterday. Totally on time too. Anyway, in this episode Evan gets a dance lesson from Lotus. I played Lotus... and yeah, I used to be a dancer.

I wasn't like Lotus, I swear...I wasn't "cool" enough to be like him, and definitely wasn't a good enough dancer to be all cocky about it, but yes, when I was in college I was on a hip hop dance team called "Ascension". I was on it all four years of school, definitely learned a lot, definitely shaped my time in college, definitely had a lot of fun. Since then though, I haven't danced at all, and I do miss it a lot. Even worse, I've definitely lost a few steps and wouldn't be able to keep up with all the crazy awesome dancers out there these days. There were a lot of camera tricks and special effects used in the new short to make it look like I sorta knew what I was doing.

Ascension was a great team. We competed, did shows, made music videos. Wes and Ted even got involved! They were honorary members. The team is still there at UCSD today, so lookout for them if you ever go.
Sigh to think I used to be able to move like this... (see if you can spot me)

The opening picture is from this performance in 2006.
Anyway, enough showing off and reminiscing about the glory dayz. I think it's really because I do miss it. I sometimes think it'd be really fun to teach a class around here. Nothing crazy since I'm not "hip wit it" anymore, but beginner stuff? Anyone wanna sign up? I promise I won't be like Lotus.

Here's to a time of my life that is long gone.

enough?

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 02:01:36 GMT

Starting in middle school, my dad used to always say to me "Don't get too excited." He would say it when I did something noteworthy, or achieved something. Basically, the nice way of say "What's the big deal? So what?". With his limited english vocab and lack of colloquial knowledge, this is how he communicated that. I guess it's normal for parents to push you when you're younger, and expect a lot out of you, so my father would definitely always keep me grounded by saying "Don't get too excited", like...don't be so proud of this one thing, there's more you need to do.
I'd like to think that the other meaning was also a way to calm me down. Often times, when there's a lot going on in your life, or it seems like something is super urgent and "omgtheworldisgonnaendif..." we tend not to think straight and act irrationally. "Don't get too excited" = don't psyche yourself out, chill.

With that long backstory said...it is the end of another year. Technically, the second full calendar year that I've been out of school and here in LA working on Wong Fu Productions. Nowadays, the most pressure does not come from my parents, but from myself, and I'm constantly contemplating...am I doing enough? I look back on the last 12 months and, only if I look closely, do I realize that yeah...a lot happened. Two nationwide tours, throwing a 1200 audience concert, relaunching our apparel brand, going to France to partake in the Cannes filmfest, going to Taiwan and HK, creating 13 new short films/mvs, and..other stuff- but- then I stop, and I remember what my dad said, "Don't get too excited."
sigh... And I know he's right. There's still so much to do, such a long and difficult road ahead and we just stepped on. So while I hope I didn't sound arrogant with that list, yes, a lot has been accomplished... but there is more.

Was it enough? I hope so. I don't think I could've physically done anymore. Am I done? Of course not.
The other side could ask, "Was it too much?" That can be argued. I don't want my life to be all about work, I don't want to miss out on certain things or people...but I think this year I did fail in a sense that maybe I could've spent more time in other areas, and for some other people. Technically this could be a round of "I'm sorry's" rather than "thanks. With 2009 starting tomorrow (a projected very very busy year), I'm torn between the part of me that says "more more more" and the part that says "slow down". I guess we'll see what happens, and if at the end of 2009, I can be satisfied with what I did and didn't do.

And while I've been trying to figure out that balance, I am remind of the wonderful people who have been by my side this year. The people who have helped keep me sane, keep me motivated, inspired, and focused. To these special ones, like '05, '06, and '07, here's '08's round of earnest 'thank yous'.

First, thank you to all the fans and supporters of Wong Fu Productions around the world. We wouldn't be anywhere without you. Thank you Jessica for helping to bring life to our "office". Thank you Gracie for sharing your exuberance with us. Thank you Janet for your funny faces. Thank you Eric for introducing us to a different world that we will someday be a part of; thank you for believing in us and doing all that you could. Thank you Susan for listening to me even when I got loud. I'm so glad we've gotten closer this year. Thank you Carmen slugging it out in this industry with us. Thank you Mimi for your talent and your travels; hopefully we can join you someday. Thank you Brian for also pursuing your passion; makes us feel a little less foolish. Thank you Tom for grinding with us and hooking it up whenever and wherever. Thank you FM and Linda for having confidence in us. Thank you Nita for keeping me close when I gave you no reason to. Thank you Fiona for going to Chiles w/ me, always. Thank you Allen for the dolly; it was so much more than just a dolly. Thank you Tim and Henry for helping me look forward to the upper 20s. Thank you Jesse for making all these tweaks that Wes and I can't even hear. Thank you Mel for making me feel like no time has passed at all and it's still 2003; and for always chatting at work. Thank you Jeh for saving lives, literally. Thank you Wes and Ted for another year of hardwork, hardly playing, and "har har" laughs. I really believe we can do great things and though we don't say it often, I'm glad to be here w/ you both and I'm proud of us.

ya kno, I often sarcastically whine that I'm all alone here...but the reality is I'm really blessed to have you all, either physically close, or in spirit. Thank you.
I don't make new year's resolutions- I make end of the year conclusions. And that's that for 2008.
2009 is for you...and you, and you, and you...

HOMEpage set to Default

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 06:28:45 GMT

After graduating college, it’s common and common sense for most ppl to move home. That never happened as I moved w/ Wes and Ted to LA right away, so I actually haven’t lived at home since high school. Though I do miss home and living up here, I do like that visiting home has become an “escape” and serves as mini vacations away from my work life, where I can revisit a place and time before I had to grow up.

One of the greatest things about coming home after being away is the return to familiarity. Familiar places, sights, feelings, roads, friends. It’s the “default”. I often think of home as the “constant” in my life. While everything else in my life is up in the air in a whirlwind of variables, home stays consistent and therefore helps remind me of what’s real, and what’s important.

“Consistent” is a lenient word though, since things do change at home, but for some reason, all the things that really matter are the same. My sister, though we argue a lot less since our teen yrs, she’s still the same. My friends, I sometimes worry because we still act like we’re in high school, except now we’re all working. Parents…yeah, still asking if I’m eating right and staying warm, but thank goodness, I finally have no curfew…SCORE!

As for me? Well, I don’t think I’ve changed that much in the last 10 years either. Besides my pants being a little less baggy, and having to shave more often…I still feel the same . Maybe that’s a bad thing, haha

Even my haircut has stayed the same. Besides buzzing it a couple times, and letting it grow out once 5 yrs ago…I’ve got the same hairdo. I’m boring like that. So since I’m home for the holidays, I had to stop by the old place I used to get my haircut. “Mona Lisa Hair Design” in Fremont. Yeah, around sophomore yr of hs, in efforts to try and be “cool”, I let my mom off the hook, and started going to a barber. Since we had cousins in Fremont, 40 min away, I got my haircut here, a Chinese place, when we went to visit them every few weeks. My mom said “chinese ppl know how to cut chinese ppl’s hair better.” I had a crush on the young lady who cut my hair, never told her. Tina was her name. sigh. Told you I haven’t changed.

Another thing I like about coming home… The shower heads are really high.

Back to LA in a couple days. Back to…low shower heads.

A new year in a few days. Are you kidding me?

You really wanna know the truth?

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 09:15:58 GMT

Would you agree that some of the most important things that need to be heard, are never said?

I strongly believe this is true. So many friends, bf/gfs, ex's, and most likely husbands/wives will find themselves wondering and wishing they knew what the other was thinking, or choosing whether or not to tell someone something.
I have been on just about every side.
Knowing but holding back: I've had feelings and thoughts that I soooo wanted to tell the person, but held back for one reason or another.
Knowing and saying: Other times I would give in, and spill everything, and received both positive and negative outcomes as a result of such honesty.
In the dark and wondering: On the flip side, I've been the one wondering, losing sleep thinking about what was going on in the other person's mind...and never knowing, still.
In the dark and finding out: And likewise, I've also wondered, and gotten an answer to put me at ease (or frustrate me more).

Knowing (being in control):
For sure, every situation calls for different action. I guess, as the saying goes, "some things are better left unsaid". I've definitely held back on saying something, because I didn't want to complicate things more, or it seemed like they're so far past it, it's not worth bringing up again. I wonder though, when I refrain, if they're somewhere hoping for me to bring it up, because maybe they have something to say too.
The times I've actually spoken out, were always preceded by much thought and advice from others. I've done this and had a good response. They were glad to find out these things they didn't know before, and hearing the words settled something in them. Other times I've definitely regreted saying it the next day, and felt foolish.

In the dark (no control)
In every situation where there is someone "in the know" there is someone "in the dark" probably wishing they knew. I would put money on claiming that everyone alive has felt this way at some time. Whether about a boy or girl, relationship, or friendship. I hate being in this position because, you can't do a damn thing about it. What's worse, for me personally, is that I'll start jumping to conclusions, or I'll hold on to it for a long long time, always wondering and questioning.
The very few times I've actually had my questions answered were usually promted by my asking... yeah, I'm weak. And I can't say that knowing the answers ever really made it better or gave me true closure. As another saying goes "ignorance is bliss"...as long as you can live w/ knowing that you avoiding the truth.

I don't really know why I put this all down tonight in a giant chunk of text w/ shoty grammar and poor vocab.* I figure that a good amt of ppl reading (who I don't have to face personally) might think about what they know, or don't know, themselves.
If you've ever wondered... Why did that friendship go sour? Why did he really break up w/ me? Why did she really reject me? How come he couldn't forgive me for that? How come she doesn't want to talk about it? What is she really thinking when she sees me? What will he do if -? Does she still think about me?... the list goes on.
On the other side, do you know the answer to some of these heavy questions that someone could be asking themselves about you? Do you know the real reason why you aren't friends anymore? Why did you really break up with him? Why did you reject her? Why can't you forgive them for that? I do still think of her... And so on... Do you think it'd make things better to tell them? Chances are...probably not.

Another more "positive" perspective that this also applies is... When was the last time you told him/her "you mean so much to me" or "Your friendship has made a huge impact in my life"...or "I love you" to you parents? Also, when was the last time you heard those? The argument can be made that they know this-and-that through your actions, or, saying it would be awkward...but really, it makes a difference to hear it, or read it. ya kno? But it isn't...

Which is why I say...the things that need to be heard the most, are never said.**

*just kidding, I totally know... but i'm not - going - to - say.
**please do not use this xanga post as cause or motivation to do or say anything irrational to someone. Unless it's the nice stuff at the end. Then definitely say something. =)

The banjo ain't a bad instrument. y'all

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 09:58:59 GMT

I'm not ashamed to say that I enjoy Country music. Though I'm not an avid listener, I'm not like those people who go "UGH PUKE" the half second they hear country while skimming through the radio.
I think it started in high school...through music videos actually. I saw a few, I forget by who, and I was drawn/moved by some of the stories being told through the video. And that's what it really is...story. Country songs, for the most part, tell stories. Often heartfelt ones too. It could be argued as being emo...but I think they're a lot sweeter than whatever "emo" is defined as. Country songs deal w/ family, dad's and daughters, childhood, missing home, escaping, young love, growing up...not just..."no one loves me". And these are stories I can relate to.

And this leads me to this conclusion. Asian pop music is equivalent to American Country. Why? Because both are usually always love songs, sad, and tell stories. Correct me if I'm wrong, because I'll admit that I can't understand most of Jay Chou...but at least from what I gather in the music videos...they're reaching for a story. Keyword: story.

Back to Country, and to further embarrass myself... I've recently become a fan of Taylor Swift. Granted she's pop-country, like Carrie Underwood (who I also enjoy lately)...I've been listening to her songs and really empathize with the stories she's telling (of course replacing "boy/he/him" with "girl/she/her" in the lyrics). Furthermore, when I hear the stories being sung, I see it visually in my head, and that just adds another level of enjoyment. Sort of like reading a book vs. watching a movie. The lyrics in country songs really paint a picture. Additional reasons why I feel for certain stories in her songs are more personal...but you get the idea.
Hmmm, I'm sharing the same thoughts/emotions as an 18 year old girl. hrmmm, that's...disturbinggg. Oh wait, the songs are written by older guys I'm sure...ahem. yeah...totally

Anyway, she's totally awesomerz aight. This generation's Shania Twain and Faith Hill (who I liked back in high school too). If you think I'm crazy...watch, give it a chance, and then make fun of me. Here's her latest: Love Story
If that actually intrigues you...search her songs "Tim McGraw" and "Our Song". thoser nice.

Lastly, I think another reason why I like these songs (mainly by females) is because I like to imagine what it'd be like to have someone special be writing these songs about me. That might be super homo, but whatever, I'm saying it. I've written enough music about certain special people, I feel entitled to imagine a song for me. haha. I think I first thought of this when I started listening to Colbie Caillat and wishing she were singing to me (dang she's so good). I know girls fantasize about having a guy write a song about/for them...so f the double standards and let me do the same!

Ok, i'm gonna regret sharing this tomorrow morning. goodnight.

11/11/08 UPDATE: I woke up. I don't regret sharing this.
11/12/08 UPDATE: I just bought Taylor Swift's new album "Fearless" and enjoy it unashamedly.

A mother's love: Halloween edition

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 07:45:47 GMT

"A mother's love"

It’s funny how as we grow up, Halloween changes from an excuse for kids to get free candy, to an excuse for girls to dress skanky sexy. I suppose at both ages we’re indulging in the “bad” side (from chocolate to showing off skin). But anyway…that is another topic w/in itself.
The typical question to ask is…what are you going to be for Halloween?? For me, I dunno, I haven’t dressed up or done anything special on Halloween for like, the last 6 years. I think the last time was 1st yr of college and I dressed up like “A Surfer” (just wore my suitemate’s boardshorts, yes, not creative at all).

I did a quick search of costumes online to “research” for this post (and also to find those awesome costumes at the top…like my photoshop skillz??) I gotta make a few comments on what I found…

Most costume stores have a section “Sexy Costumes”

The funny thing is…yeah, those are sexy…but, it’s because they have models wearing them. haha. You’re not gonna automatically look like that when you put it on. And if you do…dang, call me props to you.
And if you ask me, that last one doesn’t look like proper firefighting attire at all! It obviously doesn’t provide enough protection.

But anyway, eventually I found my way to the kids costumes and it reminded me of two costumes I had when I was a kid… preschool and kindergarten. True stories, I have the pictures to prove it.
In Preschool, my mom drew a pumpkin on a piece of cardboard (about the size of a poster board). She colored it in, but you could still tell it was cardboard. She put a string around the top, and she put it over my neck. I was a pumpkin that year. A drawing of a pumpkin on cardboard. Yes. I love my Chinese mom. But it gets better…
I got to Kindergarten…gotta step up my game, got boys and girls to impress. I loved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. So my mom dressed me in all green clothes and then, I swear… wrapped a wok in green fabric, and tied it to my back to be my shell. I wore a freaking wok to school.
sighhh, I do love you mom…but that’s some ghetto costuming. Resourceful yes…but I imagine opening the door on Friday night to a kid wearing a piece of cardboard around his neck, and a kid wearing a wok on his back…and dang, I wouldn’t know what to say. Maybe I’ll give them an extra piece of candy.
In all honesty, I know that she was doing it out of love, and she just wanted my sister and I to get to dress up and partake in the holiday like all the other kids, so she did what she could. Thanks Mom.

Nowadays…this is who I’d dress up as.

Holy crap…$800?? forget that… Gimme the $35 one. (now there’s the asian in me)

Happy trick or treating sexifying normal occupational uniforms.

A WOK!!