jacquell There is so little time for us to reminisce memories that were once vivid
to recall bittersweet melancholy of decayed sentiments
to mourn over shattered love that was torn in the ocean of uncertainties.

We both know that soon this pain will be gone
One day, the torments we're bearing will get lost in the maze of our minds
We will forget the tear we shed
We will forget the scars that faded
Like how the Atlantis was sunk beneath the waves
Everything will sink into oblivion.
#brutmood #thingswebury
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jacquell "Let's call it social hemophilia.
Someone touches me and I bleed for days.

There's still a photograph of the two of us
somewhere in Manhattan.

I think of that so often
more so than I think of you.

It's like this. Autumn have always harbored the lonelinest people
and the lonelinest people have always found habor in me." #shinjimoon #theanatomyofbeing
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jacquell Falling in, falling out of love.

Have you ever stopped and counted how many people you've crossed in your life? Have they gone for good? Are they still a part of your every day's life or at least, a casual hangout? Are they friends or enemies or neither, but rather someone whom you recall every time you down a bottle of wine to the last drop just to reminisce a fragment of long lost memories that were sealed in the trunk of unconsciousness?

Not all of us was lucky enough to live with only good memories about lovers whom we encountered. I guess they never expected to be the villains in our stories. Things went off the tracks sometimes, like a pattern that can't be rationalized.

And sometimes I even wonder, what am I? Am I a heroine? Am I a villain? Or just something insignificant that was destined to be forgotten?
#winetalk #cloudy #thingswebury
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jacquell Whenever a snowflake lands on my palm,
I can't help
but recalling the first snow shower
that coated the concrete jungle in white.
I didn't want your perfume
I desired none of your trace
The kiss, the sparks, the fire
In the city where love only lasts a night.

#thepoetryofsnow #thingsweknow #thingswebury
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jacquell For the first time, she called me on skype. I inked her face in my mind; her long eye lashes, her porcelain skin, her thick lips, her silky hair; I can even recall that dreamy essence gleaming in her pupils in my dreams but never had I got a chance to hear her voice. She's in Firenze for a short night and she wanted to share those rare moments with me, a stranger who she never met in reality.

2 years ago, in the mid summer when the heat sweat my palm and the ocean breeze swam through my hair, I first encounter her come-hither gestures. When the night was at its darkest and quietest, we cheered together to the starry sky. We described what we saw over the window. We drew each other. We sent intimate messages of our deepest fantasy from how she would tenderly kiss my lips to the gentle touch she would spread on my skin. She was in Frankfurt. I was in Italy. Thousand miles in between yet the intimate feelings were lingering in the air.

Those secret flings were amorous and somehow we still manage to maintain an on-and-off friendship over time. Distance is real, and communication isn't always necessary. We grew out of the child we once was; the angsty, angry, little girl who coiled herself in the blanket and cry about all the uncertainties, all the unfairness and the lovers who were once so close.

Sometimes, I have this strange feelings that some of us was destined to meet and to walk along this pavement together. We both now having someone to secure our love, someone who could give us a shoulder to cry on, a place to call home. We were the lucky ones. Not all the angsty kids can grow out of their retrospective haunting vista. Youth can be painful, and sometimes, it's hard to get ourselves out of the water.
She went through an emotional breakdown today. Her bestfriend committed suicide. And she turned to me. The thought of dead was strong, and she needed someone to pull her out of the blue eating into her soul. I wonder if she cried. So many years being friend already and not even once we met, but in a moment of weakness, I was in her first thought.

#storyofdistance #themuse #winetalk #hml
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jacquell "Somehow the great citiea of America have taken their places in a mythology that shapes their destiny: Money lives in New York. Power sits in Washington and Freedom sips Cappuccino in a sidewalk cafe in San Francisco." - Joe Flower. #thisquote #goldengate #sanfrancisco #sf 6d

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jacquell We were once united like the Pangaea
And then we drifted away
Separated by ocean and mountains
Conquered by distance
And surrendered to the eternal silence,
to the forgotten presence
that remains under our empty body, our trembling souls
3000 feet beneath

#midnight #winetalk
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jacquell Someone said that he would prefer a wet San Francisco to a dry Manhattan. Well it's hard to tell, NY is NY - a name that would make my heart skip a beat whenever I reminisce that bitter cold winter. San Fran is another marvel of nature where surprises come after the tunnels and the up-then-down hills. Well I guess all I needed there was a slight touch of romance to invite the heart to come to life. Leaving now, but will soon come back #springbreak #sanfrancisco #westcoast 1w

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jacquell ornate lines, flowers and women are the only things that can lend me inspiration so here I am, experimenting the glorious #artnouveau style. | #wipwipwip #inking #sketchbookevolution 3w

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jacquell And this is an International Women's Day gift for my Californian muse @minh_bee. I know it's natural for artists to have muses, a bundle of muses for their inspiration and somehow it's bugging me. I don't have a lot of muses even though I still look up on the Internet for references but hey references aren't muse; that's why they have different definition. I have only two, Minh and another girl in my town whom I can't have enough guts to ask her to be my model. And what's so special about these two? Beside their appealing apperance, they are blessed with a beautiful soul and it triggers my artistic insights; it forced my fingers to move and my brain to pour more dedication on the pigments and canvases. 3w

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jacquell I'm bored of 3x4 already and this is a square of my selfie portrait with primary colors: CMYK for a project at school covering mixing colors. Done with chalk pastel on a huge ass sketching pad. I've never been so proud of myself since I'm horrible with colors and this assignment allow very limited color palette (only CMYK, you must be kidding me I can't even draw with photoshop where any hues available) but i managed to finish it anyway. #strugglingstudent #sketchbookevolution 3w
  •   gustavoruiz18 You're welcome keep up the good work because.. Norman is a pretty cool town and I'm not just saying that just cause I live here lol 3w
  •   jacquell @gustavoruiz18 I used to go to Norman every once in a while but now im pretty busy so can't keep up with that routine ;) btw, do you know Weatherford the boring town? Haahahaha 3w
  •   gustavoruiz18 The busy life isn't always good and I think I've passed through there when I've gone to Mexico. 3w
  •   kaycurtiss Hey, looking to connect to others providing great content - Let’s connect. #follow #follow4follow 3w
  •   minh_bee Love 3w
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jacquell What was the most romantic experience you ever had in life?

Well, we were drinking wine together at midnight on his balcony, watching the reflection of the fireworks on the ocean. It was a local holiday to celebrate the Saint that gave the name to his town and it was not anticipated on our plans. Even though we were on the other end of the town where silence rhymthed so well with the sound of olive leaves rustling in the wind, I could hear the joyous laughs of people coming back from the festivals and I chuckled, I wish I was there.
He held me tight as I leaned over the balcony and he breathed into my ears, "Perhaps you should find someone who could give you those youthful feelings. Someone younger. I already passed that phase. I'm too old for that." "But," I turned back and looked at him, "I was here because of you. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here in Italy. You brought me here to this little town which nobody ever heard of because it's completely off the tourist map. You invited me to your apartment, offered me wine on your balcony so I could see the fireworks. You brought me ice creams. You took me to the sea. You taught me how to swim. I know I could find somebody else but if it wasn't because of you, I would never know how colorful the world could be." He then gave me a tight hug and drowning in his embrace, so unexpectedly, I could feel his erection.

Romance? So many did I have from the lasting to the ephemeral, from lovers to strangers and you know, too much experiences brought along its side effects: I felt overwhelmed. Sometimes I felt poisoined, and eventually I categorized romance as if my heart was a library and this little action wasn't anything but a required Dewey classification. But that night at his balcony by the Mediterranean, our simple conversation and his awkward yet so adorable reaction were undoubtedly immune to the erosion of time. I remember it well, years after years, for some reasons that remains an unsolved riddle. Well, sometimes, i guess words can turn you on easier than laying naked next to each other and for me it was more romantic than any sweet talks beneath the blanket.
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  •   marisvro Have you ever considered writing a book? 1mon
  •   jacquell @marisvro tried once and was rejected because i wasn't soaked in fame like other internet icons. But thanks for letting me know that you're into my fragmented moments of sentiments 1mon
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  •   fornguyen After many yrs of being apart, we were together in his living room, on a delight summer night in May. We were playing some ridiculous mobile game, chatting about ppl we both know. Then he slowly reached to me, in a very slow motion, pretending to keep chatting and playing game. Suddenly he asked : "Can i kiss u?" ... "Because i've never ever kissed a girl, so..." He was 25 at that time. It's 4 yrs after we'd broken up. We were each other's greatest, everlasting love. I have many romance experience, too. Some of them took place in many so-called places. Some of them was heartbreaking just like in k-drama movie. But that memory, a childish confession, in an old living room of an dull building in a summer night was always my most beautiful moment. Haizzz. 1mon
  •   fornguyen We all know that, therefore i wanna give u a big hug rite now. Or we should re-write this thing in other first language :") 1mon
  •   yuikiiyy this was so well written :) 1mon
  •   jacquell @yuikiiyy thanks Yuki 1mon
  •   _iae_ Very cool 1mon

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jacquell Summer 2013 road trip. From Rome to Piemonte. 20 days. 22 cities and towns. Virgin radio, wine, cigarettes and us.
This map will always lead me to the right direction.
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jacquell #throwback to the good old days. There have been ups and downs and there were seperation. There were bitter breakups along with long distance but life will always find its way to surprise us. 3 years have passed and heading to our reunion in California after one and a half year being apart. Summer please come fast! #amoremio #fuckingbutterflies #bukittimah #singapore 1mon

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jacquell It's quite ironic how technology changes our perception significantly. We once had enough patience to wait for a letter arriving in our mailboxes weeks after weeks. We once had enough trust to understand it wasn't the right time to call and that it was completely and utterly OK to wait until the next day. We once appreciated a few minutes listening to his/her voice over the phone before someone else needed to make a phone call. Et cetera. Et cetera.

And now, we have messenger, viber, imessage, facetime, skype and all the shits that transform our way of communication. A fucking evolution! But consequentially, it shrinks our sympathy and our patience to the thinnest line. What's wrong with read receipt? What's wrong with unanswered calls? Why all of a sudden people started to feel scared of that fucking stupid "read receipt" that they had to turn it off to prevent any negative thoughts from flooding their minds?

I have enough of that shit. I appreciate technology and I feel thankful for its power of connecting me with my beloved ones, regardless thousand miles in between. But I really feel the need of some old-school yet sentimental shits now. Let's write letters, let's become pen pals, let's waste money on stamps and envelopes. Let's take a break from this madness of read/delivered shits and our own insecurities.
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jacquell #inanotherworld
How are you treating her buddy? So far so good? Do you still tell her that she's overweight and her face look gross without make up? Do you still tell her that her new dress make her a slut and that she should shave her legs if she wants to wear short the day before? Do you still bluntly ask her to give you head? Do you still ignore her messages for hours while we're hanging out with a bunch of dudes and sexy girls whom you will give compliments galore just to turn them into your booty call tonight?
Then let me tell you this, mate. If i was you, I would tell her that she look marvelous waking up from her dreams without wearing any make up. I would tell her that her new dress exposes her curves, which was way too attractive to be ok. I would tell her that i love her soft skin. I would ask her what was her favorite music; which book she read today and whether or not she was into writing. I would ask her what would be the perfect playlist for a long kiss and I would kiss her senselessly until she finally opened her legs.
But i can't. I'm physically incapable. So why you keep being a dick? Why can't you treat her the way I would?
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jacquell It's a crime to touch her lips without having the foggiest notion of knowing how to kiss. Galocher isn't just physical; it's emotional, sensual, anything but pushing your fucking tongue agaisnt her teeth. You ought to remember every rough lines on her lips. You ought to give her enough temptation to reach her pleasure. A kiss can't be forced; it's mutual; it's persuasion; it's skin on skin for the sake of brevity. Remember, Galocher is art and you have to learn to appreciate arts. Mark my words. #theartofkissing #themagiconherlips 1mon

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jacquell Sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, I still wonder what would happen if I lived in New York; if I could just take the A train from Fulton to uptown Manhattan; if having a morning coffee, a late night drink on weekends together was much easier than conquering 1387.492 miles apart: a straight line from here to there. If only I chose Boston or New Jersey for my bachelor degree. If only the distance was shorter... #unsentletter #thereissomethingabout #newyork 2mon

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jacquell "You asked for my lips, my skin, my thighs, anything but my eyes or my soul. Sweetheart, you can make love to me from dust till dawn, you can kiss me senselessly, you can pour honey on my tongue and in my ears but without love, without emotion, as sad as it can be, it's just sex." - something I said in the last lucid dream. #watercolor #sketchbookevolution 2mon

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jacquell There is a witch in Triora
who can extract the finest essence of #lavender
and blend it, and mix it, into one of the finest liquor. #watercolor #sketchbookevolution
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