the journey of writing
soul log is the writing playground of thirteen year old Brandon Wang, a student and self-crowned web designer, living in the Houston, Texas area. He has been writing soul log for over four years. This is his journey.Other blogs:
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Monthly Archives: July 2007
Where is Mom?
My cute little Peanut really loves my mom. It is probably because she plays with him, hugs him, and does a lot more with him. She also (to my annoyance) allows him to do more things. Take for example this: usually, if Peanut does not eat his food, we count to 30, and pick up [...]
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A Letter From Far Off
Hello, Brad. Everything is well right now. I am sorry I did not reply to your email sooner, as I was out at summer camp. Seeing you have so much fun, I feel happy, too. Hope you have a good summer. I look forward to seeing you again. I finished reading the letter that my [...]
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Swoosh
I am really addicted to this website: writing for it, working on it, and especially making useless thingamajigs on it. For example, a few months ago, I made some headers. And now, I’ve made the next cool thing.
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More Pictures
In Houston, it is very hot, usually. The sun comes down and shines on you so hard it blinds you and keeps you from looking up. But beginning yesterday (and I daresay, ending today), the weather changed. It changed from really hot to a much more comfortable rainy day.
Rainy Impression Lijiang
I’m in Lijiang, Yunnan, China in this story. “Those people, you see, those people. They are farmers. Farmers. They have been told to dance by an amazing director. This director has taught these people— five hundred farmers— how to dance.” My mom continued, “Now, see the mountain behind the performance? That’s the so-called Snowy Mountain. [...]
No Smoking?
Thousands of years ago. The making of the Great Wall. Building material was limited and scarce. Thousands of people died in the making. Those who died became part of the Great Wall itself. Translation: they were put into it and used as building material. Ouch.
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My Beautiful Work: A Chinese Philosophy