Now I know I’m ABC

… next time won’t you cringe with me? My experience being Chinese in America, and American in China

Secret Communist Club

I started a little club at school. The regime is going well. I might go so far as to say it’s doubleplusgood. Here is our manifesto, also known as the Bill of Rice:

secret communist club of chicago school of violin making

For this first Harvest Cycle, we are 11 strong. $2.10 for a couple months’ access to fresh rice every day – why WOULDN’T you join??

secret communist club of chicago school of violin making

Asian parenting (un)encouragement stickers

I should sell actual stickers of these. I’d make bank. Oh wait, Asian parents would just print bootleg ones at home.

asian parenting encouragement stickers

And now the beautiful gai mou sou blown up for your viewing pleasure.

feather duster of pain

Flashback: Typewriter poems: Rice Rocket

Whenever I come home, I like to dig through all my old “artwork” and scraps to ROFL at. Here’s a pair of items related to my sister. Don’t get her confused with the ice skater of the same name — my sister is a former roller derby star jammer.

rice rocket, texas rollergirls, jammer

It’s even fraaamed! This was probably some time around 2006 or something.

This next one is what happened when Mimi and I found Mabel’s typewriter, circa 2009. Excuse the Engrish mockery. And the misspelling of sonnet – no erase button on a typewriter, and no use typing a dash over a t. Also, I think the Mount Bonnell stutter was my attempt to keep iambic pentameter.

Michelle's sonnet

Kwan girls flashback: the Roach

kwan girls flashback

Apparently this happened when I was a toddler. Then my sisters ran to my mom because they thought I’d eaten the roach, and my mom laughed in their faces and said, “That’s just a black crayon!”

School’s out for a couple of weeks, and I’m home in Austin, visiting my family (my nephew!! ❤ ), prepping for my first sprint triathlon, eating barbeque, working on violins, and getting up in the middle of every night to smash our resident roaches.

First Taste (guest feature!)

My sister’s first 3D animation is just wonderful in so many ways.

first taste from mkwan4 on Vimeo.

This is a one minute short story about discovery and clumsiness!

This is also my first taste in 3d computer animating

Produced at the New York Film Academy’s 4 week 3d animation workshop (2014)

The music is by me, recorded one year ago, but actually credit should go to my mom for all the lyrics. If you want to learn Cantonese and/or sing along, here are the words and a rough translation:

malachi m-m-m-
malachi m-m-m-
malachi m-mala
kai kai doi! ( = naughty child)

malachi kai kai kai
malachi kai kai kai
malachi kai kai kai
kai kai doi!

yi hoi pang nga siu mat yeh? (what’s that big grin for?)
ong hei ge meen seung dim yeung? (why are you scrunching up your face?)
ho chi seung gong ye dan (seems like you want to say something)
jau dak ah ah seung (but all that comes out is “ah ah” sounds)
mak dai ga hau dak ga long (open your mouth wide, it’s just a big hole)

mak dai ga hau dak ga long!
mak dai ga hau dak ga long!
ho chi seung gong ye dan
jau hiu mm mm seung
mak dai ga hau dak ga long!

malachi kai kai kai
malachi kai kai kai
malachi kai kai kai
kai kai doi!


First Taste, by Mimi Kwan