So I’m not a book blogger, but I am a book-lover and a blogger, which is close enough, right? Also, this tag is too much fun to pass up (thanks Sam for letting me steal it!)
Calling all my October Babies!
Two weeks ago, on the 13th, I turned…older. Which meant, I had a brief existential crisis, like I do every year, where I lamented how I have achieved nothing in my 20+ years of life, and then my best friend stepped in to slap sense into me, as a good best friend should.
This year, I asked for a small dinner to celebrate my birthday, no fuss, just good food and great company. So my best friends treated me to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, a sushi & seafood buffet called Mizumi aka A Little Piece of Heaven on Earth. Continue reading “Birthday Dinner At A Little Piece of Heaven”
“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.
The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.
Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Mural”
This is where I started—on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.
Every morning, I drew a crowd, singing, dancing and sprinting off to work. During the lunch hour, someone would offer me a hot cup of coffee. In the evenings, I packed up my guitar, wondering if Times Square would ever play my music. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Sing-Alongs, Impromptu Dances, and Smiles”
In all my years of living in New York, I have never stepped foot in Staten Island.
Queens? I know it like the back of my hand.
Brooklyn? Bronx? Sure.
But Staten Island? That place across the water where no subway lines connect to? Uh…brain does not compute.
Cue the Staten Island Ferry! Continue reading “Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair”
It’s a restaurant with a chocolate theme.
It’s a Chocolate. Themed. Restaurant.
The best friend F and I knew we could not consider our lives fulfilled until we came here. Continue reading “For The Love Of Chocolate”
IN THE AIR
Can you feel it?
In every breath
That exhales into laughter
Like fairy dust, it’s just as rare.
Can you feel it?
In the way the stars
Shine a little brighter
There’s a hint of magic in the air.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “Magic in Manhattan”