Please walk away from his trickery, Darling, you deserve honesty. © Jade M. Wong Written for a prompt on Instagram: write a 10-word story using “honesty”. Happy Frida, Advertisements
For years, I’ve hidden behind the pseudonym of Jade M. Wong and the profile picture of an anime girl. I’ll still be using the pseudonym, but I’m ready to stop hiding.
To my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself. Continue reading “Re-Introducing Me”
We’re baaack! If Friday was Chaos and Confusion, then Sunday was Successful and Satisfying. Now that we knew the lay of the land, it was much easier to plan and stick to an itinerary.
So, without further ado, allow me to take you through—
Day 2: Sunday (aka Successful and Satisfying)
Where do I even begin? High school when the best friend and I first heard about this new fan convention in New York? College when we couldn’t go to comic con because October was always the month of midterms? Last year when both the best friend and I were settling in to new jobs and trying to pay the bills? Continue reading “Jade Goes To Comic Con! (Day 1)”
“Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war.
Demons run, but count the cost
The battle’s won, but the child is lost.”
Too young for love
Too young to know
How far a touch,
A kiss can go
Too old for comfort
Or childhood charms
Too old to be held
In your mother’s arms
Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.
But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.
The sun is shining, but I can’t see it.
The dirt’s been scrubbed, but I still feel it.
The room is silent, but I still hear him.
I remember the rocks shredding my skin, but he’s okay.
I remember the blood staining my legs, but he’s okay.
I remember my screams bouncing off him, but he’s okay.
And the world still turns for him.
© Jade M. Wong
“Paku, get your big butt off the floor and let’s go!”
“No.” The 1,000-pound polar bear laid on the ice cap, his wet snout resting on his front paws.
“I’m warning you, if you don’t move willingly, I’m going to use force.”
Paku opened one dark brown eye, scanned my 5’1″ petite frame, and let out a derisive snort. Frustrated, I kicked one of his hind legs.
“Eleanor had a long-held theory about men. She truly believed that for most men, all that talk of “being in love” or “finding the right one” was absolute nonsense. Marriage was purely a matter of timing, and whenever a man was finally done sowing his wild oats and ready to settle down, whichever girl happened to be there at the time would be the right one.”
— Kevin Kwan, Crazy Rich Asians —
Last week’s WQW touched on the topic of Asian representation and it’s hard to mention this without also mentioning Crazy Rich Asians, the record-breaking rom-com movie that premiered over the summer. Based on a novel by Kevin Kwan, Crazy Rich Asians made headlines for being the first studio film to feature an Asian-American cast in 25 years, since The Joy Luck Club. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Crazy Rich Asians”
She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want”
Like winter’s chilly rain, for you I weep,
To be with you is but an endless wait,
Somehow for you I have fallen so deep,
Your mere presence to me intoxicates.
I make a wish upon a fleeting star,
Eyes closed, I can almost feel your embrace,
Reality between us, a distance so far,
I try to trace the smooth lines of your face.
Like summer’s heat, you burn bright in my eyes,
With a gaze so intense you freeze me cold,
I call out to you but hear no reply,
Arms stretched out, I yearn to hold.
I cannot touch misty wisps of steam,
And you are nothing more than just a dream.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] More Than Just A Dream”