You shall not be spared

I thought I was so lucky. My parents told me all through college to focus on my education and not worry about dating. It translated to me as they would not be meddling in my, granted non-existent, lovelife and not be placing any pressure to get married or whatever. I thought I somehow miraculously had the Asian parents not talking about the urgency to marry a Chinese engineer. Gah, I'm sad it's over. The illusion, anyway. I'm visiting home and this time the article my dad clipped for me from the Chinese newspaper is not on the health benefits of eggplant, but about Chinese online dating sites. "It's not good for you to be alone," he says. Gah! I know that! And he had to bring up one of his friend's single sons and ask me what I thought of the guy. No! It's happening! My mom also asked me if I still talk with any of the guys I knew in high school. No, thank god, I do not. Well, it's only the first conversation. If it gets any worse I may need to create a fictional boyfriend. You know, Chinese, Christian, and a software engineer at Google. I think I'm too old for freak-out games like Black, Muslim, and a pot dealer. But, let's see how intense this gets as I approach 30.

painting i did while sick at home...

hey you...

I made this mini illustration from my daily obsession, Farmville. This is one of the wiley pest creatures. But awefully cute, no?

It's been a while since I've updated, I know. Life has been the usual. Except that my grandmother passed away, but I didn't want to write about that. So I offer you these new mini adventure of mine.

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I was walking with a friend near Oakland's Chinatown when and older Chinese woman abruptly stopped us to point out the hat I was wearing, and here is the ensuing encounter.

Lady: That hat. Your yellow hat. Where did you get that hat?

Me: Oh, it's been so long. I don't remember anymore.

Lady: You have a good memory! Get your memory back!