pop up cards

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I made this pop-up card for Misha!

It was tough to make it though.. I cut out my illustrations of Misha, Cas, Sock monkey and etc from cardboard and made very simple pop-up mechanism, then tore Japanese paper into small pieces and glued them onto the card. (So you can feel softness when you touch the surface) And I tried to write the letter in English but the result was.. ugh.. That’s still too difficult for me..     

When I gave it to Misha at the autograph session (at Hollycon tokyo), he inspected it closely and said “Is this.. paper..? You drew these? ..Really!? Wow, you’re so talented.. Thank you for this!” And I sweated with both excitement and embarrassment.. There are lots of fans far more talented than me.

The weather was brisk, the sky clear for once. Which made Marcus a little bitter seeing as he had several errands to run in the afternoon. He wasn’t in a hurry by any means, it just needed to get done. Preferably today. Stepping out of his truck, Marcus reached his hand down his back pocket, fishing out his wallet to feed the meter. And of course, the meter had to be one of the last coin-fed ones in Montreal. It was as if the ridiculous device was laughing in his face, seeing as there was no coin in sight resting in his wallet. Usually he had at least a couple of quarters scrambling around somewhere, but after using most of them for leisure tips and toll fees during his trip over the weekend he was now left cash-less. “Hey, I hate to be that guy. But do you got some cash to spare? I’ll pay you back” Directing the words to the first person walking by, his voice was gentle, apologetic even, as he asked for the favor.

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New Pop Up Happy Birthday Cards!

You can find these cards on my website Choodaloo.etsy.com !!!

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When little gifts mean so much. I got this on the streets of Mongkok, HK. I crossed the street when I saw him standing on the other side, I walked toward him. He opened the bag and handed this to me. It was almost midnight. The busy street of HK, with its maddening crowd and thousand neon lights blinking along with our hearts was our backdrop. It was a lovely moment. Again, it almost made me cry. 

Later he wrote on it: 

“To my Butterfly,

I love you. Happy Monthsarry, Babe!

Love, J”

I guess it is good to dwell on the happy memories… Lest I forget.