Friday, November 20, 2015

Did you hear yourself talking?

Just to clarify:
 I am not taking sides in American politics.
 (That's why I spell "med care" and not Medicare.)
How can I? I am not even American!
It's just that, when I see a clear contradiction, I have to show it. I can't help.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Pour Michel Renaud et mes ami(e)s a Clermont-Ferrand

This time last year, I was very fortunate to participate in Rendez vous du carnet de voyage in Clermont-Ferrand, France. It was the first time ever that I brought my comics to an arts convention. I made many friends and met a lot of great people. One of the great people I met was Mr. Michel Renaud, founder of the event. I remember clearly the afternoon when he brought a delegation of French journalists to visit my table, and to introduce me to all of them. I could not understand the French language, but I understood the warm and kind gesture. Just short of two months later, the world we live in lost Mr. Renaud to the Chalie Hebdo Shooting in Paris (He didn't even work for the magazine; he was just there for a meeting.). I am unable to visit Clermont-Ferrand this year, but I know the people in this year's Rendez vous du carnet de voyage must all miss him tremendously. So I made this, just to be with my friends in spirit.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

lole = suso = snail = escargot

snails, because my 2-year-old has been really into them these past two months :)

collaboration between my child, my spouse, and me.

this one is just mad, I guess.

Monday, July 6, 2015

dragon and mosquito

Philippines doodles

just a few doodle pages done while I was visiting Manila last month

(These aren't really traditional "sketches," which are supposed to reflect what one sees. These are really "doodles", which mainly reflect how I feel.)

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Wednesday, May 6, 2015


recently I got a lot of this floaty airy bubbly thingie in my life. 
I wonder why? could it be because of my baby that's running around asking for bah-bowl-sh~??

Monday, April 20, 2015

a 420 memory

a 420 memory? that is, if this phrase is not oxymoronic 
(or, if the semantics of this NP is not non-intersection)

Thursday, April 9, 2015

multilingual baby

So my spouse and I have since day 0 (that is, when the fetus was still in the womb) spoken all our languages - Tagalog, French, Taiwanese Holo-oe, the Taiwanese variety of Mandarin, and American English - to our child, who is now a bit younger than 2 years old (the child has also learned some Chamorro in school and will hopefully learn my heritage language Siraya when older). As a linguist, I know for a scientific fact that this person's mental universe is gonna be - well, likely already is - rich, diverse, and wonderful. Here's just me trying to "visualize" my baby's multilingual world by quoting some favorite words and phrases :)

Friday, April 3, 2015

Why not Fly?

Do you jump because others do,
or because some loud men tell you to?
Why not fly 
and ignore the ignorance of your kind?

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


hm... school just started for me (as a 3rd year prof here at the university) and for my bebe (his first daycare), and these are what happened in my doodling sketchy pad... whatevs

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Happy Birthday Olivia!

2day is mah niece Olivia's birthday.
15 can be an awrsum age.
Happy Burpday Olibya~~~

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

bros 1991

I have 3 friends that I have grown up with since we were all 13-14 years old. We’re always together, even if not physically; we keep no secret from one another; we are family. On this day 4 years ago (and in the past 13 years, that was the only year I lived in Taiwan), we said goodbye to one of our “bros.” He was 32; we were all 32; we had known each other for almost 20 years. Since then, numbers have stopped mattering. Today, I can still feel the weight of the coffin I was carrying. That seems to have happened just yesterday while at the same time that seems to have never happened... because, just like it has always been, I still see my bro BirdHan, hear him talk, and do things with him, not just in my dreams but in my memories, which are as present and ongoing as they are about the past. The three of us who are left still talk about him all the time, not in the way that people remorse about something that’s lost, but in the way that’s like, well, like it’s always been, like he’s with us. So now I know he IS with us, and we have not been left behind. All of us have been together all the same. And time, and age, those never mattered: a joke we shared when we were 14 is as fresh as a joke we shared when we were 20 and is as fresh as a joke we shared when we are now 36.

I had not been able to put these feelings/thoughts/perceptions/emotions/sentiments in words. Now I have. And here is a caricature of us when we were in middle school: still the same, I still got plenty of pimples haha.

我有三個從國中就認識的像家人一樣的bros。四年前(那正好是我這十幾年間唯一住在台灣的一年)的今天我們和其中一位道別。但數字、時間,和年齡似乎沒什麼意義,它仍像是昨天才發生的事,也像是從未發生。鳥涵仍不時出現在我的夢中,我和另兩個bros也總是很自然地就會提到他 我們和他作過的事,及他講過的笑話。十幾歲時的事,二十歲時的事,三十歲時的事,都會一直伴隨著我們,所謂的記憶畢竟是現在進行式。