Made With Paper

“Just cause love ends doesn’t mean it wasn’t successful… It was a blessing from above… Even though we’re not together it’s all love” - Magnetic North

Made With Paper

“Just cause love ends doesn’t mean it wasn’t successful… It was a blessing from above… Even though we’re not together it’s all love” - Magnetic North
Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper
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Made With Paper

#medusa

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Dim Sum by New Capital (Rowland Heights branch)
Off from a distant… familiar plane, a voice emanates, slowly rising in volume. Soft at first like a floating dandelion follicle, then quickly as a fire cracker wick reaching its last bit of slack…
Mom: WAKE UP NOW! THIS IS A FAMILY OCCASION AND YOU ARE GOING! *stomps away*
Me: mmM? *my eyes can barely open, stinging from prolonged contact lens use*
Little have I known my Mom has been screaming at me to-and-fro consciousness for about an hour…
It wasn’t always this way! :P Weekend breakfast/brunch get-togethers with my family have always housed a special place in my heart and memories… right next to my slow clogging arteries and nightmarish relationships.
These gatherings are distinctively with my Mom’s side… as a bunch, their personalities seem brighter, more boisterous, and more ‘Americanized’ than my Dad’s half. When I think of that portion of my bloodline… I feel a sense of warmth, safety, and comfort – probably stemming from the mostly un-tattered relationships, their close-knit family structure, and my early childhood with them.
During these moments no-one, at least at face, judges anyone… we as a family jovially celebrate our well-being, success, and presence. Oh and guffaw at our short comings.
Invincibility. These meetings eviscerate albeit for about an hour any sense of pressure, stress, and sadness. For that short time my sole purpose in life is to ravage and devour the contents of any silvery container that happens to cross my plane of vision or be eagerly detected by my olfactory senses… ah yes while simultaneously detailing my progress in tennis, academics, and work to my aunts and uncles. Whom in return, inundate me with random stories, opinions, and factoids from their week.
I am very grateful for my family and loved ones, they are the pillars of support in my life :)! 
NOTE: Geez… this went on longer than I had originally planned it to be

Dim Sum by New Capital (Rowland Heights branch)

Off from a distant… familiar plane, a voice emanates, slowly rising in volume. Soft at first like a floating dandelion follicle, then quickly as a fire cracker wick reaching its last bit of slack…

Mom: WAKE UP NOW! THIS IS A FAMILY OCCASION AND YOU ARE GOING! *stomps away*

Me: mmM? *my eyes can barely open, stinging from prolonged contact lens use*

Little have I known my Mom has been screaming at me to-and-fro consciousness for about an hour…

It wasn’t always this way! :P Weekend breakfast/brunch get-togethers with my family have always housed a special place in my heart and memories… right next to my slow clogging arteries and nightmarish relationships.

These gatherings are distinctively with my Mom’s side… as a bunch, their personalities seem brighter, more boisterous, and more ‘Americanized’ than my Dad’s half. When I think of that portion of my bloodline… I feel a sense of warmth, safety, and comfort – probably stemming from the mostly un-tattered relationships, their close-knit family structure, and my early childhood with them.

During these moments no-one, at least at face, judges anyone… we as a family jovially celebrate our well-being, success, and presence. Oh and guffaw at our short comings.

Invincibility. These meetings eviscerate albeit for about an hour any sense of pressure, stress, and sadness. For that short time my sole purpose in life is to ravage and devour the contents of any silvery container that happens to cross my plane of vision or be eagerly detected by my olfactory senses… ah yes while simultaneously detailing my progress in tennis, academics, and work to my aunts and uncles. Whom in return, inundate me with random stories, opinions, and factoids from their week.

I am very grateful for my family and loved ones, they are the pillars of support in my life :)! 

NOTE: Geez… this went on longer than I had originally planned it to be

Cool I love losing friends! 

Cool I love losing friends! 

A history setting 7th Roland Garros crown.

Enhorabuena Rafa.

(Source: tennis.com)

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theartofanimation:

burari

Too amazing. 

(Source: theartofanimation)