Painting 4

Happy Birthday Dad!

This painting showcases my worst technique ever.

But it seems to work.

It feels right that it looks like it's painted by a kid.

This is probably my last painting before leaving home

so I added childhood memories into it.

Can you spot them?

Hint: The Little Prince, IHTFP-esque, Mobius, Totoro, Instruments, Flags

Angwy Birds!!

That's how you make my day.

Happyness

(photo credit to Annie Hu)

I CAN BREATHE.

(In case you haven't gotten to in a long, long time...

IT FEELS FANTASTIC.)

But... this is just a part of the Beginning:

Today, you shall remember to

Hold Fast To Your Dreams.

Go, Live!

100% God

Facebook Status: Humbled.

Most people would interpret that as, "Oh, well I guess she didn't get in."

But hopefully some will see that as, "She knows it's not by her, but by God that anything is possible."

Hopefully......

MIT Class of 2015

Childhood

What were the cartoons you watched when you were a kid?

Or cartoon characters you had to buy the plush version of for you bed?

Pokemon?

Power Rangers?

Doraemon?

Just kidding, I kid... uh

101 Dalmations?

Snow White?

Powerpuff Girls...

and the nemesis MoJo JoJo?

Studio Ghibli's Totoro?

Hello Kitty/Sanrio?

Oooh, even better:

Anyways, this childhood tangent comes from the fact

that for a limited time,

McDonald's Happy Meals are served with Sanrio watches

for the company's 50th anniversary!

Can't go wrong on time with Keroppi.

Back from School

My Fall Looks

(when I actually took the photos

despite my overbearing laziness)

backwards cardigan and flowing skirt

floral Doc Martens and nautical cardigan

vintage denim shorts and yarn necklace

Vitamins

I need a daily dose of realism.

Realism - to see things for what they truly are.
Truly - how things are without anyone touching it or thinking about it.

Realism: 1 day = 24 hours = 1440 minutes = 86400 seconds.
That's the amount of time I have in one day to do whatever I want.
I choose to identify responsibilities and tasks and allot my time for that.
I choose to accept my humanness and allot 6-7 hours to (refer to conversion) to sleep.
I choose to pretend that I am busy when really, I procrasinate and think activities like going online or reading or watching episodes on Hulu or walking or running or staring into space and pondering isn't going to take another 6 hours.

Truly: Time is a free and mandatory resource, a dimension, a measurement.

Realism: Time can be a friend. or an enemy. Right now, it's a frenemy. It's ok, but our relationship is sehr tiring. So much drama on my part. Time is really impartial to it all, which frustrates me. Why can't it slow down and wait for me? Why can't it catch up to my thoughts and ambitions? Why doesn't it care about me?

Realism: I am talking to myself. Time is far, far away, where everyone else can feel it.