This post was written for Eventbrite. Concept: My Dream Comic Con. Event planners, take note! And if you ever decide to plan this comic con, I’ve heard that Eventbrite has helpful tools to register your event online and grow your attendance. I can think of one guaranteed attendee!
We were sandwiched between a little old lady with a shopping cart and Harley Quinn. Two stops ago, Harley stepped onto the train, spotted my Harry Potter cosplay—reppin’ Ravenclaw, of course—and the best friend’s Game of Thrones T-shirt—identifying herself as the Mother of Dragons, naturally—and plopped herself on the seat next to me with an excited “Hi! I’m going to Comic Con too!”
As Harley and the best friend chattered over the latest mind-blowing season finale of Game of Thrones, I adjusted my blue and bronze striped tie that peeked out from under a dark gray cardigan. The neat Windsor knot was the result of countless replays of How To Tie A Tie—Quick and Easy Steps! on YouTube and several cries of frustration. I smoothed down my matching gray pleated skirt and brushed invisible dust off my black Mary-Jane heels. Continue reading “Jade Goes To Comic Con! Sort Of.”
I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got three words to describe summer in New York this year: Hot, Humid, Hell. And whatever temperature it is in the city, it’s always at least 15 degrees hotter underground on the subway platforms. Am I sweating? Am I melting? Am I secretly the Wicked Witch of the West?
Thankfully, my inner fangirl has plenty of distractions this summer:
Remember this post when I was screaming incoherently over Wonderwoman’s brief appearance in Batman v. Superman? Guys, her movie was SO GOOD. The best friend and I walked out of the movie theater feeling so pumped, we were swearing up and down that we could take on any poor soul who dared to challenge us. That evening, we were five-feet-tall BADASSES, OKAY? Continue reading “Wonderwomen, Nostalgia, & Game of Thrones”
He was not a man of many words
But he was a man of eloquence
For he meant every word he said
Thought he waxed no poetry nor elegance.
He would never speak the words “I love you”
Love was forbidden for him to say
Instead, he was extremely fond of me
From this day to the end of his days.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Extreme Fondness”
The first note gave way to the first scream.
The bows pulled against the cellos
As the knives pulled out of the bodies.
The chorus rose and fell,
As the corpses thudded one by one.
The drums hung in the air,
As foul as the stench of the massacred.
The last note faded, but they would never forget.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Song That Brings Death”