Me, On a Jar
By Loving Asya on Wednesday, 24 of June , 2009 at 7:05 am
I write
Combine raw emotions with an exposed sense of sincerity, and you’ve got a winning piece. I wish I could stay honest forever. But that’s just wishful thinking.
I draw
Pencil. Paper. Portraits. I’ve always loved drawing beautiful women.I just never realized what it meant then…I guess.
I travel
I go where the wind takes me. I like the uncommon, the unspoiled, the free-willed smell of the surroundings. I believe nothing could scare an adventurous soul.
And I wish to become an adventurous soul – someday.
My ultimate dream is to just pack my bags and hop on a flight to Siberia, backpacking westward until I come full circle. I am absolutely obsessed with what’s on the continent of Latin America. Aztec empire residues, amazons, sierra madres. And si, como cosa semijante tiene el pais de Filipinas con aquel lugar. (And yes, just how are they similar with the Philippines).
I may be queer, but I’m a closet case.
Which is why this is all I have to say for now.
Loving Asya
