Ohayo, mina-san~

I'm starving for food and since nothing really opens around this area until around 8 AM or whatever >.> ~ I shall blog for a bit and fill you all in with whatever's happening now.

Truth be told, I'm really happy with my classes this semester--Art History of Prehistoric people, Painting, Drawing (charcoal), Women Studies (...ehhh...it's ok), and Japanese 1B (Yeah, sensei~! >:D Give me udon!) :) For the first time in the longest while, I actually felt like I'm finally moving somewhere with my life, and it's a nice, light feeling that makes you really happy, proud of yourself and those self-accomplishments, and...well...makes you feel good about Life *shrugs*~ I actually am hoping that I can finish up all of my lower General Education division classes by the end of next year, and on top of that, my lower division art classes.  What will I do from there on? I'm actually planning that out from this spring semester, and yes, before this spring--I felt cosplay slowly taking over my life.

I didn't want that.  I love cosplay, but it's supposed to stay as a "hobby" for me too,  so I always felt like since art is a time-consuming and self-sculpturing career--that I am being serious about--I couldn't allow such a hobby do that.  In fact, I was left in a dilemma where I had to make a choice--to either make more time cosplaying and spending happy money on it--or spend money on art supplies and time on what I want to do for the rest of my life.  Of course, you can only guess which side one won--no, not cosplay--but Art.




Growing up as a first-generation Asian kid with refugee-parents wasn't easy.  First of all, there was language barrier between what goes in the house (Asian language 24/7) and what is happening outside (where everyone spoke English).  You had over-protective parents, who weren't quite knowledgable about how this kind of environment can affect their little girl. And of course, they couldn't trust "foreigners" with their kid.  You rarely had playmates, so you either play "pretend" or draw.  The moment when I could pick up a pencil/pen/marker/crayon--I drew.  I could be anything...and drawings made me smile and laugh.  I didn't have many "playmates" or friends in that kind of isolated place, but I loved drawing so much--I would draw on walls, tables, stuffed animals, anything that looked "empty" and good for some markings.  It was my friend *shrugs*~

So, what's happening now???

I actually am planning to make a very important decision for myself.  And only for myself.  By the end of next spring.  How ironic...  Well, that's what's in my head now.  And no, I really don't think anyone can make me change my mind by that time--that is, if I can do whatever needs to be done by that time.


While this is all consuming my thoughts lately (not the best time to think about it...), I've confirmed my feelings for a certain someone in this world.  To be honest, I have always known that he was watching me from the distance for the longest time.  Demo...I think I'd like it this way for now--since I have many goals to run at, with full speed.  I mean, just because it's the month of Love now--doesn't mean I "must be with someone."  No, it doesn't work like that.  In fact, I have much more important issues to deal with--such as putting forth all of my hard work into a decent art portfolio--and did I mention all of our paintings are due today in class and that we're going to hold a class critique session? Tanoshii... 

Anyway, I'm going to eat food now >:o

.....................Yeah, I'm beginning to question my relationship with that person >.> Gomen...but I think I'm going to leave that--unconfirmed for now.


-Yoko-chan O.O