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slept for 10 hours last night for the first time in years and dreamt about steamed garlic oysters and chaosan marinated crab and macaroni spam soup with lemon iced tea. my lives are still split in two universes like some annoying abstract college art project while the 96-year-old man from our hometown will continue to make oyster egg pancakes like he has for 80+ years. the tour driver who treated my uncle and i to a case of budweisers will continue to take guests into the winding jiangxi mountains where poets used to get drunk for inspiration. the aunties at the hk cafe slinging milk teas will continue to kiss their teeth at customers who stumble for more than 2 seconds on their orders. like @lonesss told me while i was away trying to understand how to prepare my brain to leave, it’s a privilege to have health and people and places worth missing and wondering about ❤️

felt like absolutely shit looking at the hell timeline all week so went on a date with @wraeyynees to @lakeinez and now it’s like :’) ❤️

the trick is having friends outside the industry so they can tell you to shut the fuck up and drink your drink

ni haody it’s the year of the fire horse so fuck everything from the tech oligarchs to every ad on tv being about ozempic and remember we used to be people who discovered fire and cooked over open flames and shared food and told generational stories and dealt with shit by talking to other humans and standing up for other humans 🧧🐴🥰 wishing yall all prosperity but mostly health and happiness and humanness 🤘❤️🎆

last time i went to montréal it was like grade 8 grad trip and we went to mont-royal to buy american apparel hoodies and this year i returned for my hellish birthday to see how the locals move in -30 temperatures (skiing on the sidewalk and just wine snack breaks at every juncture). merci you francophones yall know how to set a damn mood and empty my fucking wallet 💞🐸 thank u @wraeyynees for planning my getaway trip and helping with the insomnia

a year of oh shit the hellscape goes deeper and deeper so here’s are some of the little treats for the horrors (all food) that make me rant, cry and/or twirl because of its brilliance and its company (and for anyone who was a victim of my incessant need of phone eat first, i luv u and thank u for your patience.) roll the tape babey 1. 𰻝𰻝面 (biang biang mian and all its sour spicy herby godliness in xi’an) 2. dips & chips at @agiscounter (not once, not twice, but three fucking unforgettable times) 3. the pork cơm tấm @anansaigon (while watching aunties recycling and cats chase each other on wet market roofs) 4. persian feast by @satyandpratha (in the now extinct berkley studio) 5. halibut in halibut sausage cannibal wonder at the always dreamy @lakeinez 6. chaosan seafood feast during chinese new year in grandma’s village (“tsia̍h-pūinn”: let’s eat in chaosan dialect) 7. sinigang na hipon by @wraeyynees at home (after a work trip) 8. persimmon and stracciatella during a four hour surprise bday lunch @edulisrestaurant thanks to @lonesss 9. the gift of chirashi after a train to kyoto 10. the most healing bowl of phở gà ive ever had in my life at phở hương bình (ho chi minh district 3) 11. off menu C’s up fish collar by sai lo @keithhysiu taking over @belleisle__ (with more coming in 2026) 12. pulutan for a hundred san miguels and backyard karaoke in @wraeyynees ’ cavite 13. dreamy mentai butter seaweed udon at udon shinbori 14. letting the chaosan beef talk at hotpot in the ancestral village in shantou 15. big ass C’s up meal transporting me straight to wellington street by @keithhysiu and @fruitsomm 16. 2 hours of sleep and 10 hours with my uncle in shenzhen seas to catch a big ass fish to provide sashimi 17. solo queens eating day walking from elmhurst to flushing for he nan hui mian 18. bánh flan cà phê on our final evening in hcm 19. @shaft.oe ’s seasonal sweet n savoury bo zai fan at @belleisle__ 20. sweating out toxins with bò kho in 35C in hcm

teach a binch to fish and she’ll provide for the whole damn squad last time i saw my family in china they took us to the fanciest places to eat and drink, walked hours with us on tours and paid for everything without us every knowing when or how so this time we do what our ancestors do and that’s reel up some big ones baby! and the water gods must have been looking down on me because i was able to provide for the fam with this big ass catch and some little ones we turned into chaosan style soup. eternally grateful to have all these lives and a history of hitching up on a fishing boat to find food like we have for generations. swipe to the end to see how we fucking COOKED and why I’m shedding a few tears knowing it’ll be a while before i see them again

okay so yesterday was my last spooky ass day at @wired and before everyone calls me a moron for not wanting to move to nyc on a visa i wanna just talk about these past 3 months. there’s nothing harder than seeing your parents age. you kinda get mad at them like “cmon dog you must be fucking pretending” and then guilt hits you because you’re only annoyed bc you can’t accept thinking about the later times. and so i stfu, self-diagnosed my weird ass parental therapy, and realized that even in this glamorous world of becoming a director at condé nast in the heart of fidi (literal WTC) and all the wow shit that comes with it, nothing is more important than choosing your values first. yeah i could leave but id never have the honour to be the one to care for my mom post surgery. yeah i could be rising career wise but id miss getting drunk with dad on days he has energy. but having the privilege of savings and no kids except my beautiful cow of a son, life forced me, tested me to choose: accolades or values? could i live in a high tower while pretending I didn’t need my roots? would i be okay to miss time with my parents and the ones i love? not everyone that has inspired is in this gallery but they are all essential parts of my decision. they weighed being career smart and being myself, always reassuring that the latter was so me and me as fuck and the reason why they loved me. so hey! all this to say, early fucking retirement baby. in the months that ive been pacing and stressing and depressed as shit @wraeyynees has been my rock. yes we need to survive and make money but he reminded me everyday of who i am and that was more important, more valuable than anything and i didn’t want to have regrets. he’s the only one who truly knows the storms that brew in my mind and somehow always finds a way to ground me. thank u pogi. i spent 4 hours on my last day writing love letters to each and every single person at wired who has my heart. will sorely miss them and thank them for this cover that is in all parts scream me. now, we on to the next baby and things are coming so let’s run toward our truest selves unapologetically like alejandro kirk and lets fucking go jays!

it’s swagapino season 🇵🇭🦁 so get out the tsinelas 🩴🏝️ and kick back 35 san miguels 🍻🫨 for @wraeyynees leo ass born day 🎈🎂 !!!!! u may be thick in your 30s but still get ID’d 🙇🏻‍♂️, start line dances at the function 🕺🏻, and deal with my labubu ass 👹🥰 after all these years! now blessing your timeline with a wayne album so lock in 🔒😤

shedding the snake skin for the summer and maybe shaking ass could mean less brainrot? anyway here’s a compilation of my cures from the horrors. so get your ass to a beach, lie in a park and doze off, and recharge so you can keep fighting the technocrats and fascists and those gd seasonal allergies !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@wraeyynees is an island gyal and im happie to be in proximity 🇵🇭🥭

oh don’t worry we’re working very very fucking hard just to gtfo here again (and please find the udon that has an absolute chokehold on me)