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knicknacks

26 F San Francisco, CA

My Details

Last Online
Aug 19, 2005
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Asian
Height
5′ 3″ (1.60m)
Body Type
Diet
Smokes
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Religion
Sign
Gemini, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Working on university
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Less than $20,000
Relationship Status
Seeing Someone
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Has dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Tagalog (Fluently), French (Okay), Spanish (Poorly), Japanese (Poorly)

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My self-summary

I'll fix this later. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to put here, anyway.



I am a romantic artist, a derelict acrobat, and well-dressed
What I’m doing with my life

A period of transition. Just a few more months until college, so we'll have to see how that goes. I'll be in Italy in the fall...



At the moment, all I am doing is swinging wildly on tail of the y of the word youth, like a six-year old on a Pixy Stick rampage. Hmm.. I'm EIGHTEEN, though the thing on top says nineteen. I am currently in Manila, but I tend to travel around a lot. I've been to Canada twice, London, Hong Kong (three-five times), Singapore twice, Indonesia, and numerous times (I'm talking, over 30) between the US and the Philippines. I've been, and lived, all over the US as well. This year should be an interesting one. Well, once I get past the whole graduating thing, and all. Anyone want to buy me dorm-warming gifts?

I’m really good at
Art. Ask me if you want to see some of it. Hmm, I'm not sure what else. Music, I suppose. I've been playing instruments since I was nine. I can play the acoustic guitar, the piano, the violin, the viola, and the bass (think, the really big cello), but I haven't really had much time to practice lately, aside from the bass, which I play about 11 hours a week. Hmm.
The first things people usually notice about me

My hands, maybe. Not really because they look particularly great or anything, but because of what they're doing (or have done). {Cue for dirty joke.} Either there's dried acrylic paint on it, or the tips of my fingers are callused from the bass. Or I'm holding a camera. Or people seem to really like my handwriting. Not because it's neat or anything, but it's got personality, I think. Oh well, I like it.



Appearance...maybe the Nirvana hoodie that I always seem to be in. Random people tell me that I have nice lips, and really like my smile.



Hmm.. and I'm horribly crass. I like to laugh at the flat-chested girls. And make dirty jokes. Go figure. It's fun.

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

(a)

Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk. Well, actually, anything by Chuck Palahniuk; that man is amazing. Sellevision by Augusten Burroughs. Absolutely hilarious. The play Pygmalion: A Romance in Five Acts by George Bernard Shaw. Hmm, I can't think of any other particular titles at the moment. Oh, The Torn Skirt by Rebecca Godfrey is a must.

(b)

Ricky Fitts: I was filming this dead bird.

Angela Hayes: Why?

Ricky Fitts: Because it's beautiful. --American Beauty (Ricky Fitts is beautiful.)



Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You "dance" all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. --Fight Club



...and The Breakfast Club, The Red Violin, Notting Hill (yeah, yeah), The Matrix, Napoleon Dynamite and a whole bunch of other ones.



(c)



(d)

I like bread. And bread sandwiches. (Basically, three slices of bread.) But, no plain white sandwich bread, please. Um, and pasta. I really like Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, Szechuan, Burmese, and other kinds of food, too. Spicy food, definitely. I can't eat soup without tabasco. Chowder, anyway. I like my pizza with hot sauce. I'm not really too big on meat, either. But since I live at home, and don't pay for the groceries or do the cooking...you know how that goes. Oh, um, tea, coffee, smoothies. Not really food, but yeah.
The six things I could never do without

The canvas bag I carry around my essentials in; camera, movie star sunglasses, old train tickets, and black sign pens, bears the stenciled-on phrase ��so many books, so little time.�� Green Apple Books, baby; the most amazing place. Think, used books, and brilliant people. The familiarity in browsing through $2.97 paperbacks, under the ��bargain books are not a crime�� sign, myself draped in multi-colored scarves and a vintage black felt jacket is beautiful. I am an artist, waking up with dried yellow acrylic paint on my neck, radiating dreams and wonder. The possibility that blue and yellow do not make green.



The images of sidewalks colored in municipal grey, covered in air-dried spray paint tags excite me. To condense my earthly needs down to six things is difficult, but a camera would definitely be one of these things. At the moment, I am using a crappy Kodak DX3600, but if anyone would like to donate any funds, (*wink wink*) perhaps I could revive my sexy Hasselblad. Okay, I��m not sure if this is cheating, but I can��t do without traveling. Love it, love it, love it. Hmm, what else. I suppose, people, inspiration, pens/pencils/paper, and my hands.

I spend a lot of time thinking about

Most of the time, we find ourselves stuck in this rinse, repeat cycle sort of life; I think to myself as I palm several bits of disconnected rainbow, putting them together. Snap, snap. Snap. Grinning, feeling perfect in my paperclip necklace and Life-Saver colored over-the-knee socks. Comfortable, even. Sundays usually taunted me, the rising action on Freytag's Triangle to a 5:12 am Monday morning in Manila. However, 49� San Francisco cotton-ball fog was where I found myself, wandering through the aisles 12 and 13 of the grocery, the condiment section. Staring back at my reflection on the grossly oversized bottle of pickles, I realized how the two places I called home truly were worlds apart. Having lived in the Philippines for ten and a half years, and traveling from one country to another, and others in between, I was constantly conscious of raw humanity, regularly bringing food to those who needed it. Halloween was never the tooth-rotting, dentist-cringing experience, but rather, an almost Robin Hood-esque chance to collect more things for the poor. Nothing will change, until people start caring. Realizing that it all means more than GPAs, class rankings, SAT scores, and all that fluff. It's just a pixelation of the real world, with its starving and death and stuff you know?



Living in Manila, is an experience that at times has been particularly horrid; though painful is perhaps a better word to describe it. Manila and its highlighter-pink sunsets are beautiful, inspiring. 2:20 pm usually means walking to the high school drop-off, from either Orchestra or IBH Art, depending on the day of the week. However, there is a difference in being protected from people outside of the school community, with the newly placed bullet-proof windows, compared to being caged in with the enemy, a government doing things solely for their own profit. Waiting for my sisters at the drop-off, I am further reminded of this; sitting with supposed future presidents and what not. Creating headlines, in 72-point black Times New Roman. But some days, it's nearly impossible to see that. Blindfolded and choked, with a Gucci scarf and Fendi belt, I must add. Listening to the three-year-olds yell at their countless nannies and maids and drivers and bodyguards breaks my heart. The ride home is not much greater, the shanties outlining my usual route home.



I have mad love for train stations. I guess, and maybe you can tell, that I tend to think about everything and anything. A lot. People fascinate me, and I think I spend a lot of time thinking about that.



I hate how I've begun to notice such desperation.

On a typical Friday night I am
Sleeping. Well, nowadays, anyway. Senior year has been rather exhausting. Ideally, I'd be out with friends: food, karaoke, bar, movie...some combination of those things. Mayhem tends to happen as well.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit

I don't know. Just ask me a question, and I'll probably answer it.



Um, small holes really freak me out?

I’m looking for
  • Guys who like girls
  • Ages 20–38
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends
You should message me if

you find me interesting, or you think I'll find you interesting, or actually...if you're online. And want to talk. Because I love talking.



Hmm, I think that's why I'm on here to be honest. That, and I get bored far too often.