174 drafts on reserve; all of which are incomplete, incoherent, and embarrassingly irrelevant at this point in time.
174 reasons to stay up, reminisce, and silently drink to men I fell for and petty complaints.
Anonymous: What is your ethnicity?
I get Filipina (and this question) a lot.
Then follows Hawaiian, Cambodian, Thai, Indonesian, Vietnamese, and, most recently, Nepalese.
Anonymous: That’s a lovely portrait of yourself. You should post more like that one, where you can see all of your face, clearly, with some room on all sides, nicely proportioned and composed. It does you much more justice. With time you’ll learn to appreciate what it shows and how it shows it.
Thank you.
“It does you much more justice” sounds like an insult to me, but I’m sure you didn’t mean it that way.
I had a really bad pimple in my second year of college. I kept picking at it and eventually, it left a scar. That scar is on my forehead to your left, but my right. There are times where I feel that is the only thing people see when they talk to me; I often catch their eyes looking somewhere there.
I started a project earlier last year, as soon as I turned 21, to take a picture of myself everyday for a year to capture every mood, hair style, and skin status—all with the same pose (is this a pose?). I wanted to see the “emotion” that unconsciously shows on my face throughout a school semester, after surgeries, arguments, work, parties, etc.
I stopped earlier this year because I felt I was being vain. That and I started seeing minute flaws on my face the more I looked at it and was reminded of whatever events happened on that particular day.
Today I was tired because I did not sleep, but that is every single day. The ripples under my eyes are my best features.
