The Facts & Fictions of C.H.Cheung

Saturday, November 10, 2012

imy.

D: Who are you
C: Yo mama
D: I don't have 3 mommas!
C: Sugar momma.
Boba night some time soon? My treat.
D: LOL. Perhaps.
C: I'm hella smooth. I know.
D: Keep dreaming haha
C: Babygirl, this is reality. We don't need to wake up.
...Why am I so cool?
D: Don't ever do that again LOL.
C: DON'T LIE. YOU LOVE IT.

It was as if I had held a seashell to my ear, an echo of waves crashing in a tumbling sea with each breath drawn, a treasure chest rising and falling. The gentle breeze caressed my hair, untangling strands through a symphony of air, while the ocean pulled in tight embrace, a steady motion, a comfortable place. Drifting away, the tide carried my dreams ashore--for it knew what little I had there was always more. And as I began to rub the sand from my eyes, I found a grain of truth: I was never asleep.

And with that thought, my heart felt, I'm yours to keep.

Monday, November 5, 2012

That moment when you say something very significant and uncharacteristically vulnerable to someone who makes a joke out of it, and it feels like you just got shot in the heart. And you're still lying there after half an hour feeling the hole.

I guess that's the hard way of finding out how much that person really means to you.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Happy Mooncake Day

♥.

Updates

Without the routine and structure of a school schedule, I've been taken through a series of dips and turns--and what I thought to be one of the most eventful Summers I've ever had is now actually my life. This isn't the Break before the Fall. This is it. It's perpetual.

And everything is so much more enjoyable in the presence of fine company.

I reached a simple life conclusion inadvertently over hotpot when asked for my preferences over which vegetables to stew:

J: What would you like that I can get you?

C: I don't know what I really want until I actually see it.

And it struck me how true this was. I have an idea of where I'm going, what I want, and what I want to do, but until I have some sort of significant, determining experience, I keep wandering around, delving in different options--which leads to what I've been doing these last several months.

I'm freelancing for a beauty/skincare online magazine, interning as design relations for a fashion social commerce site (I get to buy the items they have for wholesale price instead of retail, woo), and beginning work at a promising tech startup as part of their creative team. My beauty blog has been amazingly helpful and has played a significant factor toward achieving these accomplishments. I highly recommend anyone going into similar fields to start one. Having a presentable, informative and aesthetically pleasing blog showcases your work (writing, photography, design, research, marketing/advertising abilities, etc.), your personality, and work ethics/habits in regards to consistency.

On top of that, I've somehow found myself doing junior accounting and accounts payable for a culinary development center. Funny how things happen. A month ago, I couldn't even add three two-digit numbers together (in my head) to figure out my score while playing darts. Now I'm manning Quickbooks and working with numbers for 8 hours a day.

But it hasn't been all work, despite what it seems. So with my nights and inbetweens, I've had high quality adventure times with friends.

I've run with abandon into salty waves and carried back to shore, dug on the shoreline for crabs with a team of amateur excavators, built elaborate sculptures of sand using human bodies, shucked what seems like families of oysters at Tomales Bay, devouring them raw with lemons and hot sauce, went crabbing for my first time, almost throwing myself off the pier in the process, took par in mahong nights gambling for boba, which speaking of, I've had so many boba nights I'm starting to resemble one (HAH.), indulged in late night desserts, potluck and hotpot kickbacks, endured 3 hour long card games (San Guo Sha) on Sunday afternoons, participated in a variety of art projects, explored parks and playgrounds at all hours of the day, attended a series of movie screenings with my partner in crime (Pitch Perfect, best movie of the Summer, hands down), traveled to and fro San Jose for pricey, spicy seafood, attended a dubstep and dinosaur event where we "dance battled" in the aquarium (sober), occasionally danced my Friday and Saturday evenings away in dark places, dining on breakfast food in the early mornings, barhopped from the Mission to the Castro, losing my phone in a drunken haze (now upgrading to a smartphone, joy.), and have had way too many happy hours that have lasted all night. A drink to remember: Rainbow Shots. Oh, and the Elephant Bar makes excellent Mai Tais by the way. Cheers.

Did I mention I've picked up the ukelele?