Grief. Because I’ve outgrown a young adult’s bullheadedness
and chose to be content.
I used to
stay in an ecstatic trance that made me proud
made waves like
a Leo that matched its astrology interpretations.



rusty brakes

Going through the motion
Riding the waves, paddles in ocean
no star to guide no distance to tame
just circles and circles, endless and lame
like uncomfortable beds, but you still gotta sleep
rusty brakes, but the bike you still keep
Mindless rotation, process automation
no need to think, muscle memorization
just walking down the street with nothing in mind
while biking home, numbness creeps up from behind

Afternoon Thoughts


The hope for
dignity and respect
The hope for
peace and stability
The hope for
upward mobility
The hope for
safety and a safety net
The hope for
growth and maturity

The hope for
impact and legacy
The hope for
never ending learning
The hope for
The hope for

The hope for

My Dear

Dear Vic,

You are enough.
An over achiever, you’ve done enough
You go after what you want to get it
You are surviving, but you already survived

An unreal reality where you exist in an open vacuum
Isolation and loneliness are common household names
with a home address somewhere in between Tainan and Chicago
A cabin located between pineapple fields and a blue mailbox
A liking for authentic love that brings you troubles

I know, I know.

Dear Vic,

Don’t give up
Better tomorrows are bound to come
Till then, bury your head in sand
Grind one hundred until you find
Your very own peace of mind.

Better and Better

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I grip my basketball tight, and look up to see four palm trees. Tall, swaying in the wind. Underneath my feet, gray cement reflects the shade of sky.

As usual, I don’t let the weather faze me. As usual, I’m out here practicing, on my own. Nobody to challange, nobody to trip.

The temple sits silently, staring hard at my dribbling. Gods have gathered on the rooftop to witness my routine: warm up, lay ups, mid-range, 3-point, 1-on-1 moves, speed drills… They never complain when I do the same shit over and over again. I thought they would get tired of me, but the bearded figures, tigers, and dragon-like creatures just sit. And stare.

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I am always looking to get better. I put time in, because I know I need to work harder than anybody else on the court. I don’t have the resources, competition, mentor, or physical advantage. An unsupportive family who discouraged my basketball playing every step of the way. What I do have, and pride myself in, are discipline and determination. I am determined to be good. Good at basketball. What I don’t have, I make up with time. Time is my love language, and I choose to spend it the gods and temple: driblling, shooting, whatever.

Three hours today. Two two-hour sessions tomorrow. On my own. months and months; year after year.

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Until I got in to high school, that was my life. Everyday after school, I rushed to the temple to practice moves I had seen on TV the night before. As a child, I knew what discipline was. I knew practice will pay off. I knew that because I didn’t have what other people had, I needed to work hard.

I tried out for the high school team and made varsity. Before that I had never played organized basketball. I had a lot to learn, but my practicing earned me a spot on the starting squad. We traveled far, from Korea to Japan, the Philippines back to Taiwan. It was a lot for a young mind, one from a small, mostly agrarian town where youth gathered at temples to battle.

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Those moments were unforgettable. My 40-point games were glorious. I liked being in the news. A local star. I was confident, yet I always remembered where I came from. It was beat hard in to my system.

Four years later, I traveled 8000 miles to a different country. I walked on a college basketball team where prejudice, assumptions, ignorance, religious zeal put out my fire for the game.

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For two years I wasn’t able to look at a basketball. Let alone touch one.

I play now. Regularly. I’m grateful. Sometimes I forget what fire I used to have for the game. When I look back at what I didn’t have and how I used it to my advantage, I realize how far I’ve come.

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When I remember that fire, I almost taste a youthful passion and insatiable desire. It’s like time traveling. It feels good, and I become inspired by my younger self. My fingers start to shake with excitement; my adrenaline starts to pump. I cannot wait until I’m at the gym again.

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When night tucks me in
i feel a nudge on my cheek
covering comfort
gentle sleep in to my ears
and it feels like
a dance
still, with little movement
but still
a dance
where you and i hum
tunes in lullaby
deep and complex
folds of comfort
against tip of my chin
and i feel as if
im about to fly
from here
to home
where i deeply belong
where my heart lies
where i whistle without worry
with just the wind and trees for company
inside a lost world lies a safe haven
for my breath to stand
and claim dreams as my own

Thunder Shower


like trees
swaying in typhoon
rain and wind
hint of sorrow
hidden as I trek
through gray clouds

we missed each other today
i feel numb to disappointment
so i open up my umbrella
step into that thunder shower

splatter down from above
drip a thousand tears for me
if only
my eyes could do what you are
tonight, sky