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Monthly Archives: September 2007

A Bit of Life Without Peanut

Once you got a dog, you will shout at it. It should be Dog’s Law, or something. I’m on my bike, and then Peanut suddenly runs across in front of me. I brake hard to avoid him getting hit. When I finally stop and see skid marks behind me, Peanut looks at me like nothing [...]
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Painting: The Secluded Country

So this is the outcome of my hard work. My first ever oil painting has now been officially declared finished and will be framed in a week or so and put somewhere. I’ve worked long and hard for this. As you may remember, previously I posted an article regarding this same painting. You may take this article [...]
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Choir Lockin: A Sleepless Night

The moment I walked from the stairs into the “High Court” where the Houston Children’s Chorus was having a lock in, I noticed there were people everywhere, from teachers to kids. I left my huge purple “sleeping bag” bag in the corner where everyone else’s bags were. “Move, ‘child’.” Huh? I turned around and saw a girl [...]
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First Time Singing at the Houston Children’s Chorus

At five minutes before six this afternoon, my mom hollered at my to change my clothes and get ready for my carpool to arrive. I knew about the clothes part, I just didn’t know about the carpool. “What carpool?” I asked my mom as I came downstairs. “The one I arranged for you.” She said simply, leaving me [...]
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My Glorious Painting

About two months earlier, my dad decided to teach me how to sketch. I agreed, because the sketch class at my Chinese school was really just a teacher saying “Draw this” or “Draw that”. We thought it was a brilliant idea. We started sketch class a day later, and the first sketch is hanging on my [...]
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