I’m pretty sure my left arm will become a tattooed sleeve somewhere in the future. I don’t really plan to tattoo anything on my forearm until I have a stable job that makes me very happy and doesn’t mind my tattooes and gives me a good amount of money to keep me balanced in life.
What? A guy can’t dream, can’t he?
10:17 am 2 notes
12:28 pm 19 notes
When it comes to who I am, I think I’m almost there. I think I’m almost at that point where I finally get to be who I am and in the way that I want to. It took a while, but I’m getting there.
A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, three-cheese ravioli, and tiramisu with two lovely ladies in our room.
Quite the classy night.
6:50 pm 3 notes
Seriously. I enjoy going to school, learning things, making art, hanging out with my friends, going to get homemade donuts at 1 in the morning. I just enjoyed it all. Living in the city is great to me, and having that kind of freedom to walk or take the bus to go anywhere on your own just feels great.
2:21 pm 5 notes
4:59 pm 3 notes
Embraced all the changes. Now they’re all just noise.
I don’t know. Nowadays, I’ve been not giving a fuck about what I say or do. I have an opinion and I’m going to say it. I have a life and I’ll live it the way I want to. If someone has a problem with it, I don’t really care.
The way I see it is that this is my life, my choices, and I’m not here on this earth to please others. If you like me, awesome. We’ll kick it. We’ll grab some coffee, shop a little, maybe I’ll tell you about what artworks I’ve been doing or we can talk about our exes or maybe share a pizza. But if you don’t like me, then all I can advise is to make sure that the door doesn’t hit you on the way out.
I’m not here to please anyone or whatever. I’m sticking true to who I am, even if some people find it too gay or too mature or too immature or too bitchy or too kind.
I find no problem in being myself, so don’t make it a problem if it’s not even you you’re having trouble dealing with.
8:28 am 3 notes
I just can’t wait for the next semester. That’s when all days of the week, from Monday to Thursday (excluding Tuesday), that I start classes at 1PM and end later at 7. No more waking up early all the time *cries*
8:12 am 2 notes
1:39 pm 8 notes
Jinkx Monsoon and Manila Luzon.
Well, my friend got her shit together for Halloween and here I am drinking tea, spilling T, and doing homework.
5:02 pm 1 note
|| D R E A M S T H A T I C R E A T E || #1
|| W A N D E R L U S T ||
Here is an example of some work I’ve done. I haven’t been too active on this site in terms of my personal life, and that’s okay for me. School, albeit is “just” art school, is still surprisingly draining me of energy. Kind of crazy when I think about it. But not as crazy as the people I’ve come to know here. They’re pleasantly crazy.
Crazy, crazy life, I guess.
I know all places have their bad people, but they don’t define a place.
It’s only been 3 months and I’m falling in love with the diversity in San Francisco. So far, I’ve had these random conversations with interesting people.
I’ve talked to an architect, a French backpacker traveling across the country, and an average woman picking out flavors of ice cream.
They’re the kinds of people that makes living here feel just a little bit better. I just hate how I was denied such a wonderful place for so long.
7:44 am 3 notes
Lately, I’ve been going to the gym and I’m happy with the progress that’s slowly but surely showing.
Pants that used to fit quite well with a belt is now sagging a bit while I’m down to the last hole on my belt. So, hallelujah for a smaller waist size.
Gotta keep this up. I’m planning to go from burning 250 calories on a treadmill to about 500 - 800 calories burned per session on the treadmill alone.
4:09 pm 7 notes
4:30 pm 25 notes
Silly face is silly.
Here’s a picture of me right now because I’ve been barely active on here.
Now that I live in San Francisco, I can finally be me. No super Christian, reserved, conservative school of mine to tell me to remove my piercings or keep my hair in its natural color. No crazy Saipan weather to limit my choice of clothing and style. No ignorant people to keep me from being… ME!
I don’t think people really understand how long I’ve waited and worked to look like this.
- It took me many years to even be confident enough to take pictures of my self.
- It took me 2 - 3 years to straighten my teeth
- I had to beg in order to get my ears pierced (because my mom is cray-cray on the whole “piercing” thing)
- It took me 4 years to wait till I’m 18 and graduated to finally have my lip and cartilage pierced because my parents wouldn’t approve and my school wouldn’t allow it either
- I had to wait until graduation to finally dye my hair to the desired color (it’s grey, but the lighting in this picture makes it look yellowish-greenish) because my school doesn’t want people to dye their hair an “unnatural” color
- All my life, I had to be someone I’m not/constrain myself in order to avoid people to talk shit about me because I know it would really hurt my parents
So, basically, finally moving to the United States and turning 18 were some of the greatest things to happen to me so far. Through that, I can finally be me :)
1:09 am 7 notes
Once I move to San Francisco, I’m going to be seeing more of my sister.
When I move to San Francisco, I must go to one of the oldest restaurants in the city: Tadich Grill.
10:22 pm 5 notes