Stefan Chan

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Sat, 15 Dec 2012 11:16:07 -0500

For a while, being away made sense. Things were always different but the same. Home is everywhere. As long as you let it, you can sleep anywhere. Home was everywhere.

It got to a point where I didn’t miss being anywhere. Everything was new. Everything was exciting.

As the days trekked along, I did start to miss things. I started to miss people. Things are fun and when they’re unfamiliar you just put up with it and accept it.

Then I started to miss everything. I missed home.

But it’s good to be back

Mr. Tanaka

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 02:00:16 -0500

He was a story telling traveller, only he wasn’t a traveller. It was his job to entertain the crowd, even if it was me, and two others. That didn’t get him down too much, though you saw his heart drop in his eyes, but it only lit up a bigger fire inside.

“I am the story man!” His voice pierced the whole building. He was so excited and passionate it almost scared me. It did scare me, I could have even cried.

“I am sorry. My english no good, but I have composition in english”

He went behind the curtain to grab something and come out with some cue cards. The first one read “Japanese Monster”

“This is japanese monster. So terrible. It is a Kappa. It will grab you under the water!” and it was a quickly drawn japanese water troll scribbled in with crayola markers.

“This is Oni. So very very large with big red body and big iron club!” And the next cue card had a japanese devil that looked like the one from Dragon Ball.

“And this next monster is very very large body.” He moved the cue card slowly to reveal the next monster. “The very evil snake with nine heads! But, the most monster of all…”

He slowly revealed the next card, “Is MY MOTHER! WAHAHAHHAHAA” and he was screaming with laughter.

Mr. Tanaka isn’t even his name. By the end of his performance, I felt a little sorry that not many people were visiting. It wouldn’t matter, he’d look at the new audience and try with all his heart to entertain with his stories.

Thank you Mr. Tanaka.

Journals and Notebooks

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 04:23:45 -0500

One of the best decisions of my life

Reading them again just does so much for you

There are too many things on my mind right now. I haven’t been journaling and that’s why...

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 11:59:43 -0500

There are too many things on my mind right now. I haven’t been journaling and that’s why I’m sitting here in the middle of the night.

I’m about to take a first step. This is always hard for me. Logic will always favour this and I know that doing any sort of first step makes me feel more euphoric than browsing around the internet feeling all the feelings from all the things I find. I guess I’ll just have to remind myself that there are things I’d much rather do. It’s pretty freaking hard but I’m learning.

Travelling is one of the best things ever. I’m really glad that my family really enjoys it. I have been to many corners of this world and I wish I could take people with me too.

Holy this is going nowhere but I’ll just say that nature really humbles you. It puts everything into perspective.

I should really sleep

empty presence lingers in the air it hurts and it soothes . memories are the shells that once...

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 00:42:07 -0400

empty presence lingers in the air

it hurts and it soothes

memories are the shells that once fit

and those shells may become broken

afraid they will shatter and be too painful to put back together

shattered sounds whistle

and the air brings it all forward

back to the same past

that left so slow

#epikhigh

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 10:21:55 -0400

#epikhigh

Octobre 22

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 01:06:02 -0400

The first time I had seen my birthday unrelated to myself was during my middle school trip to ottawa.

We got some time to shop around and there it was, a random store with my birthday on it.

I didn’t realize it was raining until I noticed the washer turn off. It’s the first day of rain and it slips my mind that I turn older today. I don’t know, you’re always getting older kind of thing.

I thought of pathetic falllacies and how the weather reflects your mind sometimes. Today I’m particularly neutral. Nothing is too uninspiring neither is it uplifting. Rain is so very peaceful.

I stopped writing here because I was so afraid. It was kind of silly to. I never stopped completely and I’m going to restart this whole blogging thing.

Nothing has happened much but the rain is melodic today.

Hoi ha (Taken with Instagram)

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 07:40:41 -0400

Hoi ha (Taken with Instagram)

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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 09:10:20 -0400

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Sun, 30 Sep 2012 04:55:56 -0400

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Taipei (Taken with Instagram)

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 22:59:10 -0400

Taipei (Taken with Instagram)

Dear Kirby,

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 21:35:42 -0400

Hey boy-boy,

I thought I’d write something for you on your way.

It hasn’t hit me yet because I’m not home. But I know when I get back I might not be able to handle it.

It really never occurred to me that the last time I saw you was the last time I ever would. I think back to all the places in the house you claimed as your territory. When you were younger, all floors were game. You fought with your brother over the spaces you wanted to sleep on and play around. You even had the whole backyard to yourself. Was it your paradise?

You’d chase birds, always barking at them come back and I’m not sure if you just wanted to play or you were hungry. I am terribly afraid to say that I didn’t understand too much about you. I knew you a lot, but sometimes I didn’t understand you the way I wanted. I always feel like I never treated you as well as I wanted. I always felt that you hated me.

I could never comfort you when you weren’t at your best and damnit I wasn’t there for you when it was crucial.

All I ever wanted to do was hold you and calm your heart. I knew something was up, but I let it slide, like I do all of my life.

About a year ago the saying that your pets are just like you really hit me. Not because you were just getting old or anything but I could see. I could see just how you grew up like me. I hope your brother is okay.

Anyways I just want to thank you for visiting me in my dream. I really wanted to join you and see you off. I really hope you are not lonely, I’m always thinking of you. You were my first dog and will always be.

I hope you’ll be okay kub.

Bye boy. Good boy Kirby. I’ll see you soon. It won’t be long I promise. Be safe. I love you more than you ever knew.

From,

Stefan

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Wed, 26 Sep 2012 13:29:38 -0400

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Hangzhou (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 19:10:46 -0400

Hangzhou (Taken with Instagram)

Huangshan (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 19:06:44 -0400

Huangshan (Taken with Instagram)

Have a safe trip buddy. (Taken with Instagram)

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 08:33:13 -0400

Have a safe trip buddy. (Taken with Instagram)

Wtf #88m (Taken with Instagram)

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 07:09:55 -0400

Wtf #88m (Taken with Instagram)

511 (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 23:40:38 -0400

511 (Taken with Instagram)

#macau (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 20:20:40 -0400

#macau (Taken with Instagram)

This guy is jix (Taken with Instagram)

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 20:35:17 -0400

This guy is jix (Taken with Instagram)