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Nov. 6th, 2007 | 10:16 pm
mood: cold cold
music: "He Ping Shi Jie (Guitar Version)" - ISWAK

Price aside, would you ever commission me or otherwise buy my artwork?


answer the poll and you get teh internetz. :)

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searing headaches are better than finding out where the umbilical cord is!

Oct. 27th, 2007 | 02:52 pm
mood: sick sick
music: "Yamazaki" - Minoru Mukaiya

can someone help me choose a quote for the yearbook before tuesday? i picked out a couple that are... appropriate, but they're all kind of corny.. :\

...and the umbilical cord goes where?Collapse )

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Oct. 16th, 2007 | 12:03 am
mood: accomplished accomplished
music: "Dirty" - Nightmare

Veronica Pizarro
English 12-300 period 2
College essay – draft

The Eidolon
Eidolon (noun) an image or representation of an ideal form

      For more than 8 years, there has been a ghost haunting the classrooms of St. Eugene School and Good Counsel Academy HS. This ghost, a shy, petite Asian girl, wants nothing more than to quietly sit in the back of the class and doodle the phantasmagorical daydreams that pop into her head every so often. Countless exorcists wielding the weapons of knowledge and homework have tried to send her back into the world of reality; however, though they may have some sort of brief victory, she always manages to slip back into her own little dreamland. Over the years, though, the ghost has slowly disappeared and is being replaced by the embodiment of the girl she has idolized for so long.

      Okay, so this girl isn’t really a ghost. But she is shy and quiet. Or rather, was shy and quiet. This girl was the old me, a withdrawn and socially inept creature who would rather spend time with her imaginary friends than go out and befriend actual people. Now that I think about it, it’s no wonder that many people avoided me. In middle school, I was probably as weird as the so-called goth kid who liked to draw S&M pictures during art class. No, I was worse than that. I often blended into the background (or so I’m told.) I’ve had instances where I was assigned to a group project and would repeatedly try to give my input, but was blatantly ignored. Speaking of communication, I rarely talked to people, and if a sound actually came out of my mouth, it was either to answer a teacher’s question or to address one of my imaginary friends on the playground. And I rarely smiled. No wonder the girls said things behind my back, and the guys would throw balls of paper at me…

      As one can imagine, I was often alone during these years. In my seclusion, I often drew thousands of pictures and comics depicting an alternate universe of which I was the center— I was usually the “chosen one” who would save all of humanity from certain doom, then parade around the streets of Tokyo, where millions of grateful fans would cheer my triumphant return. I desperately wanted to be that eidolic central character who was so often lauded for her bravery and courage. Where I was lacking in assertiveness and self-esteem, my alter ego would make up for with her boisterous and bubbly personality. And as I graduated from middle school and entered high school, slowly but surely her traits began to manifest themselves in me.

      The first day of summer orientation, I was determined to leave behind this freakish persona and start my high school life with a clean slate. I gathered up my courage, walked up to a random girl who was reading a comic book, and uttered the phrase, “Whatcha readin’?” Little did I know that this random girl would become one of my best friends in high school. Throughout the rest of freshman year, though, I was still the same shy girl that I was in middle school. The only difference I could think about was that random people would naturally gravitate towards me and instantly befriend me, a phenomenon I still can’t explain today. Sophomore year was still the same, though I began to open up and share my deepest secrets with my closest friends. Junior year saw the biggest change in me. I started to exercise my cheek and jaw muscles much more, and it began to be apparent when I actually decided to raise my hand during class instead of waiting for the teacher to call on me. My body language also changed significantly— whereas the old me slouched, constantly hung her head, and could not bring herself to look at a person in the eyes when she talked, the new me confidently meets people’s gazes in conversation and strides down hallways with an almost arrogant air.

      This year, my final year of high school, I think my self-esteem issues can be finally settled. Now, when I don’t talk, it’s more because my brain can’t think of a single thing to say, not because I’m too scared to reveal my thoughts. Instead of my creepy and dark disposition, I can now be described as sunny and happy-go-lucky. I can rant about my random thoughts and share the latest gossip with ease, and I do so with a huge smile on my face. The eidolon of my countless comics has been incarnated within me, and the ghost of my old self has faded into a mere memory.

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Jul. 20th, 2007 | 01:51 pm
mood: bouncy bouncy

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Jul. 5th, 2007 | 03:50 pm
mood: sleepy sleepy
music: "Tango Por Una Cabeza" - Itzhak Perlman & John Williams


sorry for the spam, but i really want some feedback D:
there's only a couple of pages though. i'm cleaning up the rest right now :)

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Mar. 30th, 2007 | 08:27 pm
mood: accomplished accomplished

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

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Mar. 7th, 2007 | 03:28 pm
mood: sick sick


*dies of kidney failure*

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Jan. 28th, 2007 | 09:36 pm
mood: drained drained
music: Sky >> ISWAK OST

if you could describe me with one adjective, what would it be?

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Jan. 20th, 2007 | 10:32 pm



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Jan. 4th, 2007 | 06:16 pm
mood: giggly giggly
music: Practical Joke >> Ariel Lin

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