May 2011
April 2011
3 hours before I have to go home.
San Diego has been wonderful. The beach, the breeze, the light rain, the random moments chasing cats and hyper little cousins around the place, the kareoke, the bbq, the hot cocoa….I don’t want to leave. It’s too fun here, being carefree with cousins and joking around. Tomorrow, I hate tomorrow. Coming back means dealing with angry landlady and sad grades, moving crap out to...
Bored in San Diego
So obviously a bunch of cousins got together to urban dictionary the hell of their names. For my turn, it was nothing new: Japanese money, addiction to opium, occasional awesome and kick ass definitions. Until my cousin stumbled on this:
Yen-Yen: A nickname used on one who possesses Chineselike qualities but not of Chinese descent. (Damn you Joanne and Mikey, stop calling me that ;-;)
I think...
Argh, why does this break have to be like this?
Right now, even in the goddamn car driving to the relaxing San Diego, they are still complaining. A little bit of me is regretting coming with them and thinks that it would be better to just stay home with the unlimited internet access.
Everyday, my parents are complaining about my grades and asking me why I’m not studying. Everyday, I would answer because it’s break, and I’m...
Two Honey Mustard Teriyaki sandwiches later,
I popped in an interesting documentary of Egypt and curled up comfortably on that sunny spot on the couch. Everything was quiet except for the British narrator and the occasional clink of my glass full of iced tea. It was another one of those slow days that the world outside just flit by while I get to lie there with something to watch and just be a comfortable couch potato.
Yay week long break!
-Earth documentary
-Asian Cuisine documentary
-Ancient Egypt documentary
-European castles documentary
-Vietnam documentary
-Tarzan
-V is for Vendetta
-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
-The Emperor’s New Groove
-Anastasia
-My Neighbor Totoro
-Howl’s Moving Castle
-Nausca of the Valley of the Wind
Alright, I’m set. Let’s roll.
What a cool breeze.
I was walking around an empty park at 8 PM. As crazy as this idea may seem, it felt good. The park looked so different after dark. I liked the black shadows that stretched on the concrete. I liked the cricket noises and the swish of the grass. The breeze felt nice, and I spent ten minutes sitting on a bench just absorbing it all. The sprinkler went off and soaked my jeans.
I got back home before...
Kill it, kill it with fire.
I’m packing up a crapton of things for moving. So far, I have filled three giant card boxes. Everything was going fine. I was hoarding everything like a good little pack rat that I am, until I stumble upon a certain little gem.
My “sketchbook.” From 2005.
Ahdjfshfksdf. Oh god. I cannot believe it. What was I doing? Was I high?
I took some pictures and threw the sketchbook in...
And we interrupted your regularly scheduled...
With a sense of accomplishment and some ego stroking.
This is the second time in my high school “career” that studying actually paid off!
Okay, so the last two essays were a stroke of luck, but I would like to think that 4 or 5 hours of staring at funny words and processes paid off. Whee, I only bombed half of the essays and a C on the multiple choice.
My A- is now 95% safe. There...
elysauce asked: twas a misquote, chasingkitezorz.
Talking with little cousin over the phone instead...
“I used to have dreams, Yen. Big dreams. Lots of goals and ambitions too. Now I have homemade pasta with extra garlic sauce and it’s fine by me.”
She’s so eloquent, goddamn. ;-;
Brb raiding fridge.
Biology.
Where a textbook worth of info is crammed in three days.
I failed at studying. I was literally guessing on every other problem, alternating between A, C, and E. Just because
I got a 72% multiple choice and probably less than 50% on the essay portion.
What the eff is the process of oxidative phosphorilylation? And what the eff is photophosphorilation.
What.
Hell part one is over, status:...
200 more pages of Biology to study for.
Which means four more hours of wishing I have photographic memory combined with speed reading skills.
Or a superbrain.
Or mindreading.
Or the answer keys.
+1 fail for starting to study a whole two months late.
I need 220/300 for an A- on the test. Here’s hoping.
My brother sneaked in my room and wrote my name...
Backwards.
Hi guys, my name is el Ney.
I'm so sick of grades.
Tests, colleges, GPA, and parental pressures. Fuck all of that melodrama bullshit.
<Insert double middle finger sequence here>
I’m sick of blaming myself and/or others for my failures.
I’m tired of trying really hard, failing, then just coast until I’m in deep shit, trying really hard to study again, staying late and waking up early to cram, still failing, and giving up...
You know you are following the right people when...
Mmm, eye candies.
“My advice as an artist: break out of the “manga” zone. Attempt realism; try new...”
– Danielle Hopkins
This applies to a lot of my artistic friends.
(via elysadalawa)
———
I was all realism until I turn to mangaesque style. xD
New style is fun. You get to work in a totally different perspective. “Manga” drawings often involves unrealistic...
On a fortune cookie:
“Listen these next few days to your friends to get the answers you seek.”
….
“What do you mean I have to tip a cow down the Alps? In a sailor suit? What?”
According to Hannah,
“A rock”
Is what I look for in my ideal man, because “I can throw it/him at people, and I don’t have to feed it/him.”
Time to go to museums and make out with statues…
It took me four years to cover three of my walls...
Got one week and a half to take it all down.
My wall is going to be bare. All that will be left of my room are four white walls and a crapton of dust. No fancy calligraphy, no drawings from friend that the tapes are peeling off, no huge monitor and tablet that sit on a glass table, no lava lamps, no spinny chairs, no sketchbooks, no CDs, no hard cover books stacked hastily inside the closet, no...
“When everything is finished in a world, the people go to look for what the...”
– Abbey Lincoln, a towering figure in American jazz and the civil rights movement, who died Saturday at age 80. (via savingpaper) (via remembertheladies, savingpaper-deactivated20101213)
“I had a moment, just one moment that made everything completely clear to me. I was looking at the night sky and I could see everything: the stars, planets, galaxies. I felt like a speck, who was here for one moment in time and then gone. And I decided that while I’m here I want to be with my friends and the people I love because when I’m with you guys I don’t feel that small.”
-Boy Meets...
Dashboard is invaded with Pixiv pictures...
Cannot fave spam fast enough.
