I am finally starting a new life ever since my move to canada from the phillipines a while back. New scene, new freak weather, I heard 4 seasons in 1 day, to come out in shorts and reach the bus stop packed with snow. Anyways, loosing my few friends, those that i consider my friends anyways, most of em are just acquentances.
I am gona have a semi emo trip so bear with me this is my first journal and i dono what to freakin write, for those who even care anyways for all i kno no1 is gona read this so imma let loose! MWAHA.
I came to toronto to start a new life with my family, to live a fruitful and honest life. Something that was taken away from me from the bullying in grade 8. Since then till about g9 my life was pretty miserable, I would say if one of my best friends, Andrew, was a better friend, meaning he beat the crap outa the fooker and protected the poor small 4 feet tall asian kid = me, I would not have had the life I did, cuz he was a strong guy, proly the strongest in the grade, packing the most dynamic punch that I found out later to take the breath from one of the toughest, I mean there was very few that can hurt this dude, my other best friend Cory, and Andrew left him breathless for a few seconds lol. Anyways those 2 aside, If cory had been in my class in g8, knowing his justice he would've helped me out. But anyways thats the past, kinda funny thinking back.
So up till g9 did I muster up the courage to fight back, I knew I was weak but I fought anyways, got the shit beat the hell outa me, but he stopped bugging me afterwards. Since then even bigger guys bullied me for who knows what but thats when I met Cory, who was a born fighter, well hes just a really... If you met him for the first time you would not think he is that violent, and most people see him as "too nice of a guy" so the girls say. But its true and he is really nice, but he fooks the hell outa anyone. Since then I pretended to be som sort of gangster outside of the private school and started telling people I was in a gang n shit, not my best friends tho cuz they didnt needa be intimidated and wanted em close to me anywyas. B4 I knew it I started mouthing off lies after lies after lies, and it came to a point where no1 believed me. So I had to proove myself, which was the biggest mistake of my life.
So here I was, in a gang filled with retards. Filled with guys like me who's trying to prove something that they didnt need to prove. Its funny now that I think about it. But things started going bad, now I know Cory is gonna think I'm a big pussy about this cuz he duno half the shit I'm talking about here. But we got into a beef with som real gang, well they were like us but were willing to go to jail.
At first we went looking for them, and became known as the 2 man army, tho we didnt really take down any army... lmao. But yea stupid as we were, we looked around for roughtly 30 little asian dudes, so Cory says, he forgets I am also asian and over estimated my foolish bravery. I was only brave cuz he was. Wen we actually got into a scuffle I got cut and fortunately escaped the meshedy enough to dash the crap outa there, they tailed me, while Cory tailed them, It was embarasing. And our reinforcements, the fooktards came early then left then came late wen i was already bleadin all over, and did not come out of the car and pretended to have chased the dudes chasin me wen they got in their car. I was marked a for what I was after that and those people got scared I'd call cops on em like one of my friends did, and no I didnt call the damn cops on them.
From then on one of my X's hoo happens to have bros, and the older one is affiliated with KL, a gang, that if im not wrong is connected to the triads. Started watching my back, from then on shit got worst and I am not even gona mention what happened then.
So anyways 2 years later, I break up with the chick (she dumped me cuz i played too much wow lmao)and tried my best to clean myself up, I was out of highschool, graduated with 50% average, passing borders lmao, had no choice but to become an artist cuz i had no qualifications anywhere else. 3D is hard but i've managed somehow.
Ever since then instead of covering for violent tendencies I played wow, and I think if i wasnt an artist, and anime with games did not exist I would be a mass murderer.
But it has been over 9 years since I moved to Toronto. Life was filled with ups and downs. I am getting a bit more serius with my career, putting off more than my usual 30% and practicing my penciling more often, thus getting better. I hope life in Calgary will be better, I hope I make new friends, I hope I will finally get over the huge wall to increase my working capacity to 100%, if not atleast 75%, Im too damn lazy. I cant even work on a picture past 2 hours, I loose interest lol. And that 2 hours is rare, usually 10 - 30 minutes is my limit.
For those that care to look at my shit, thanks alot, it boosts alot of my confidence I never had.