SELF-PORTRAITURE: June 2011

I am so good at fake reading. No. I look so good fake reading.

Blogging for June on the second day of July wasn't the plan.
In fact, there was no plan. There was an indubitable want/need to blog but the lack of planning led straight to... well... nothing.

I did blog on my other blog. It was fun. I spent some time tweaking HTML codes to make things a little wider and use up the entire page space. Now the blog looks so much sexier than before. There is no way to miss the food pictures now.

Also, I have been sick for a week. The last week of June 2011 was a "worst week" definitely. My sinuses were clogged, I was semi-deaf because of it. Right now, I still couldn't hear well. I had such a difficult time breathing and my cough was so terrible there were nights I wanted to cry because I can't sleep/breathe.

I'm doing okay now. Thank you, God and science!

Thinking I need to up the game and been lucky to have loaned a Canon Rebel xti camera from my sister's friend. Well, that food blog was begging for a makeover. I've had that running for a few years and well, it deserves my attention. I also needed discipline to finish doing stuff I've started. I'm doing what I can. Welp, not the best but I'm getting there.

At a 6K gig. I don't know how to play pool.

SELF-PORTRAITURE: April and May 2011 and HAPPY BLOGOVERSARY

to me!

Wow I didn't even get to post the past couple of months... that's how time flew. I must've had fun.

Blog! It's been 4 years. Man!

I have nothing much to say except I need to get some sleep because I just came from a long ass ride home from Dumaguete City with my family and I am not myself when I am this tired. Travel is a bitch when you ain't rich. Ha.

For documentation purposes, I'm just going to leave these here:

shit-eating grin - on my way to Hush Hush 5 - April 2011

my birthday, May 2011

My face is a mound of dough right now. Food's been my best friend and worst enemy lately and forever but I want to go to the gym because I want to fit into my old hipster clothes again. Ha. I kid.

SELF-PORTRAITURE: Ferbuary 2011

Right after dinner with my Ma and Pa. I still got a bit of makeup on. I'm a huge fan of makeup, although not as obsessed as other people. I got a box full of it, mostly hand-me-downs. I rarely buy my own shit. I'm one of them people who aren't blessed with great looks and I didn't really care much when I was younger but as I got older, I've gotten a lot more interested in making myself look better. I think it's alright.

The day is near when

I am finally going to be able to say that my hair falls down my waist.

Every time I feel the ends of my hair touch the back of my arm a little above my elbow, I can't help but smile.

Oh my gosh. I've never had hair this long since I was a kid so it's just surreal.

Oh my gosh.

I know it's too early in the year to swear something but I think I'm not going to cut my hair in 2011.

I don't know! AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

So I saw this a few minutes ago

on a tumblr page. It's cute but it doesn't feel right (whatever that means). Maybe I'm sensitive to placement and font style. Also, she's probably a teen. Also, those are lyrics to a song that she likes. I've nothing against that and of course, y'all can do whatever you want with your body and maybe that song means the world to her.

But I really find that a waste of tattoo space.

I'm so irked by it.

I don't know. My chest piece isn't grandiose art, it's even misaligned, but I find it right. I've also come across a lot of less than pretty tattoo designs but it's forgivable.

I feel that a text tattoo is just different in a way that it has to be very well-thought-out and strategically placed or else, a small mistake could really turn it into a hideous piece of shit.

Is that Comic Sans? Good Lord!

But this!

It's outrageous but it actually works. Taste really goes a long way.

IN OTHER (BUT RELATED) NEWS:

Dear future self, I've been spending my days scrolling down tumblr pages. It's quite alarming. Like at this very moment, it's 5:19 am and I'm wide awake and I purposefully drank a mug of black coffee to sketch a little bit and blog and check tumblr. I'll sleep (most likely) at 6:30. I'll wake up at around 12 or 1pm and have coffee and check on tumblr again and I'll refresh and reblog and ooh and ahh and say things like WHAT IS LIFE and WHAT IS THIS I CAN'T EVEN and laugh and know what they mean like these bloggers are my friends and I've known them my whole life. I can do this all day until night falls again and maybe I get a little sidetracked by cable TV.

I wouldn't even entertain the idea of going out (except, of course, for free food - HOLLER AT ME!).

This is the laziest I've ever been.

Thing is, it's been raining and the temperature miraculously dropped after the first day of the year. I swear, the whole 2010 I've been wishing for this thing to happen and it did! I don't know if it's right to be happy about it since our countrymen farther north are going through a rough time with floods and all but I could not deny the truth that I am very relaxed and at peace in this weather.

Sometimes, I think I must have been born in the wrong side of the world.

Sometimes, I think I must have been born wrong.