26 September 2010

Mail Mouse

Bringing me good news. I hope!
I don't feel like paying electricity bills, no no... Thank you, merci, gracias!

Who Do You Want To Be?

"Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all (and I say)


Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll cross the other side
And walk around in Drag!

Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a
Stranger in a strange, strange land


Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity?
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me!
"

I LOVE THEM
I LOVE THEM
I LOVE THEM

I said this before, and I say it again.
They are one of my main inspirations for EVERYTHING!

My sweet sweet Oingo Boingo
A Danny's still making awesome movie soundtracks, thank you!

25 September 2010

Here's a Little Digression

I elaborated this strange theory with a friend about the new phenomenon called "Fusion Food", Which is basically cooking food in any way you like, mixing styles and making strange ingredient combination you never though would taste good together.

Our theory was that those silly mixes were inspired by pregnant women's cravings. So they would keep them all in a large barn, each in her own cell compartment, waiting for them to crave some silly food combination like a banana pizza, and then make a recipe out of it.

Apparently it's working.

22 September 2010

Falling In Me

Oh!
Oooooh...
OOOOH?!

When I don't know what to say I go Oh!
Maybe I twist my head a little. Left or right, it depends, it has different meanings, I am very subliminal, I may be plotting to rule the world with a head twist and you just don't know it.

These last nights were strange, right before I fall asleep, when I'm turning in bed, I get the feeling I'm falling.
It just happens.
I get very scared because I think I'll hit the ground and get hurt, then I get relieved to find I'm laying in my bed. I don't wake up because I wasn't really asleep, this all happens in a semi-conscious state, it's weird and it never happened before.

I'm basically falling into myself, this sounds like a metaphor for something.

19 September 2010

Hurray for Decay

Oh, and I just found an Edward Gorey kind of artist:
Pachyderme
All... In french!

Could Keep On Forever

Ahh, look at my latest great idea, never though before by the human race, so great it makes your head spin around, it's big big big, but hard to accomplish successfully.

Making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
so on...
so forth...

18 September 2010

I Wish They Would Just Fly Away

I'm trying hard to kill a fly that is flapping its wings near my Mac. I'm clapping away into the atmosphere. I'm missing again and again, which makes me look like an asshole giving a random applause to something. Maybe I'm applauding my failed attempt of squashing the little bugger.

Someone is laughing hard outside, as if this person knows I'm here very occupied being owned and humiliated... Crazy, stupid, mischievous flies.

Why are they attracted to this Steve Jobs creation?
Mac heat? Is it different from Windows heat?
Should we make a test just to check this theory?

We Can't Live Without Public Waterclosets


I was talking to a friend of mine and we ended up reaching a strange, curious question.
She said that when she was slightly drunk, and went to the bathroom, peeing usually makes her feel a little more sober. It makes her feel better and more conscious.
I never though of that, but I wrote it down in my notebook so I could make a little research. Thet reminder note was later found by another friend, while we were enjoying lunch, completely out of context: "Does going to the bathroom makes you more sober".

I made my research but I could only find unverified answers, here was one I found interesting, because it was the only one that talked about loss of alcohol through urine:

We lose about 5% of alcohol through urine. I think that the feeling of urination just frees our minds to think on other things and relax but no major "sobering affect is realized. As soon as you consume alcohol, it enters the bloodstream. The Blood-Brain layer is the lining of epithelial cells that lie near the blood capillaries. Alcohol enters this layer within 30 seconds from its entry into the blood. When this happens, it interferes with nerve cell communication, blurs your vision and disrupts your speech. Five percent of alcohol that was absorbed by the blood gets out of the body through urine. Alcohol interferes with the release of vasopressin, a hormone that aids the kidneys in conserving fluid in our body by concentrating the urine expelled. The average time taken for the expulsion of alcohol via urine is 20 minutes. But long term use of alcohol upsets the fluid balance in our body resulting in the clogging of waste within the body which in turn proves to be the cause of renal failure, heart attacks and brain damage.

12 September 2010

Vuuuuuuuuuuush!!!!


Sometimes my mood wave becomes a tsunami.
And, in times like that, I just want to do
EVERYTHING

06 September 2010

Fat is Good

When I eat my slice of bread,
I like my butter well spread:
It has to fill
its entire surface.

Isn't it sad?
Without butter till the borders.
A buttered bread will
always be useless

Look At All Those People

04 September 2010

When I'm Thirsty I Drink Coffee

For me there is really nothing that compares to drinking a cup of cappuccino in the evening, especially when it’s cold. It’s not the taste, it’s the whole process of choosing a cup, waiting for the water to boil, pouring it in the cup and mixing everything with a spoon.

Then I sit, I have to be seated because I feel that drinking while standing it’s a waste of good coffee, I can’t quite explain it but it is not fulfilling when it’s drank like that.

I really enjoy choosing a cup, it has to be an interesting cup, not pretty, I mean, yes but it is not essential, it just has to provide some kind of feeling, a vintage feeling, an old feeling, a nostalgic feeling, a contemporary feeling.
Here in my country house we have a lot of different cups:
The white ones with green dots (not really white, now they are more like yellowish, time doesn’t always heal). Most of them have a crack somewhere. They give me a nostalgic feeling, strange is I’m remembering a life I never had, the life of my father and his siblings while they were children. All I know comes from silly anecdotes and family friends’ stories.
The white tall ones that have very thick clay body. They make me feel cosy and rustic, they remind me of tavern hot chocolate mugs in cold winter, the thick body of the cup allows me to grab it with both hands. I love to curl on the sofa like a child and grabbing it close to my mouth as I take small sips while watching something on tv, preferably with rain and thunder outside.
The thin rounded yellow ones with a children’s book illustration on them. My least favorite, what I like more about them is their interior. They have a smaller base so when I make my coffee in them it always looks more than on the other mugs because the same quantity reaches a taller point. They are the best to be microwaved.
The colored low tea cups. I don’t like tea so every tea cup is a coffee cup for me. They are very bright and colorful, look brand new and make me feel chic and french, they are the most suited to be sided with buttered toasts, it is a typical full breakfast cup!

I don’t like drinking coffee in glass except cafĂ© au lait in tall tube glasses. Nor in plastic cups, I consider it pure murder!
How can one little kitchen utensil provide such exquisite pleasure?

01 September 2010

Oh Wait! The Madness!

Can't go away without describing what happened to me yesterday. I had one of the worst nights of my life in terms of sleep, but one of the best Nature shows ever. Nature doing its best 12 consecutive hours, a sight to see, I'm afraid I'm terribly delighted by thunder storms.

The thunder began around 7 p.m and I was blown away, every 20 seconds I saw a fluorescent zig-zag line cross the sky, an electricity root, I stood paralyzed staring at the darkness.

I went to sleep at 1 a.m... Or so I though! The storm didn't stop, explosions of sound bursting everywhere. I felt one hitting our house's lightning rod, I curled in bed. Suddenly, the lamp on my bedside table made a sound and light sparks came out of the socket, it flashed near my head and if I wasn't half asleep I would certainly have screamed or made an identical pointless sound.

Amazing! Dangerous! But Danger is always so fascinating!
And here I am writing on the living room's carpet. Hearing more thunder, could this be happening again?

Dear Tita

If you are reading this, I updated.

20 June 2010

SociKKzzzTlogy

KKKrrrrZZZZtttttt!
That is the sound of my brain... Frying.....

-------------------------------------------------

Sometimes I feel like making silly poetry
instead of writing this stupid essay.
Rhymes and rhymes, sounds and chimes:
random text to you from me.

But not today,
today I ought not to forget sociology:

I will learn how to run a society
based on brainwash, lots of money,
fear and blackmailing people honey!

Sounds easy? It is a bit,
because we are the ones that fall for it.

30 May 2010

Mr.Mr















Dearest Mr. Mr

I call you Mr. Mr because I don't know what else to call you. I could have made a decent name like Howard or Larry but I prefer Mr because you are, as far as I can see, a non existent person.

Do you like my pig? I posted it because I felt like it and because I though it had something to do with you. No, I'm not calling you a pig Mr. Mr, that is absolutely not the point. Besides, why do you insist in seeing only a pig as the possible meaning for this nonsense? How can you not abserve the other things that are a part of this "accurate portrait"?

Yes it is a pig, I'm not denying it, I made it to look like one so I'm happy that message came through alright. It can also be other things like:

- A very colorful and bright image;
- A wooden sculpture;
- A rainbow;
- A tiger;
- A fish;
- Me;
- You;
- A metaphor for life;
- A solution to your problems.

Did you see? I just said you were bright and colorful! Now that is much better than being called a pig. Images can be anything, especialy smoking pipes. Pipes are never pipes because Magritte is the voice of reason and he says they aren't so I can't really argument with such a strong point of view.

Ceci n'est pas un PIG!

28 May 2010

Marie Go Round

Have you ever though about:
- How great moments you had may never repeat themselves again and that no future event could exceed them? But then... They happen! AGAIN!
- How that wonderful cd you listened to exhaustion and marked as you're all time favorite will never be overshadowed? But then... You discover a new band just as good!


Have you ever though about that?
DON'T!

YOU make those small things happen. Things come and things go, if you are willing to accept them they will happen again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again (...)

26 May 2010

Useless

I was just listening to this song

I though of a magazine making session I'm gonna be doing from 8p.m to 8a.m
I though about the good vibes it produced among our class.
I though of all the great people I met since I'm in college, and also friendships I gained outside of it.
I started to cry.
...
...
I wonder if all the people I met know that I love them so much.
I started crying again (I'm listening to the youtube video).
I wonder if they think I just say it out loud without really meaning it.
I wonder if they think I forget about them (never), I remember every single one, even if I just met you once.
(tears are falling down my face)

... I'm crying
But I am happy.

Thank you Danny Elfman.

18 May 2010

Letter

Dear Mr.Vinegar

Let me tell you one thing I think you already know: Our life is a road, a road that divides two very different places. One, the A side, it's a place full of magical things, flowers, animals, rivers, but also some muddy places and some rocks to trip at, some caves to hide and holes that belong to something we are unsure what it is.
The other one, the B side, is a flat place, it is pretty, yes, but it has no bushes or hiding places. It has some straight paths that direct you to the main buildings where you need to go. It is a fun, although some times violent, place.

In our life we automatically choose one, or we don't, we settle into what we think is adequate, and a funny things happen:
- People that settle in the A side, they like people from the B side.
- People that settle in the B side, they like people from the A side.
- Some people get stuck in the middle of the road, not knowing which way to turn.

And you? What side are you in? have you crossed the road?
If you stay in the middle you might be run over by a car, so be quick and make your decision, before the others start making it for you.

A<------------------YOU------------------>B

I know you for so long so how come I don't know yet?


Cheerfully
Marie, la fille avec les cheveux bouclés

14 May 2010

Insult

"Nature's way of showing life and human beings The Finger" or
"My country is better than yours"

12 May 2010

Trouble

Trouble trouble.
Triple trouble.

05 May 2010

Background


Sometimes, there are so many things to say
that we can't focus and end up saying nothing.

Truth is, to explain things correctly to a person you need to give a lot of background around your main idea, but as you provide that background, you discover you need to give background to your background.

Either you quit, or you still try to say what you have to say, leaving with the idea that it was impossible for that person to understand you unless he/she is you father/mother.


It's like changing your dress code from tomboy childish girl, to fancy and chique.

You see those wonderful fashionable fancy boots.
But you realize you only have childish tomboyish clothes to combine.
You can't just buy the boots, you need decent pants.

But you realize you hate your t-shirts. They all have some kind of animal in them.
You can't just buy the boots and pants, you need a feminine white blouse.

Then you have everything, but in the Summer you sweat like hell.
You need more blouses.
And then comes Winter to remind you that you need more layers, and not a ugly fluffy raincoat like you used to have and that made you look like an esquimo.
You need an expensive jacket.

One year passes by, fashion changes, you hate your blouses now, and you are cash broke. Your ass is bigger and jeans no longer fit. And there goes, ad eternum.

It may sound like an exhagerated example, but this means that things are never that simple. When you ask someone what is wrong, when you see someone cry because something that happened, you can't expect to draw a conclusion based on one answer or moment. You need context, lots of it, you need to ask more questions and the right ones.
You need to be eager to listen and not eager to criticize.

This is for people that should know better than that.

03 May 2010

Afta

Also known as mouth ulcer.

Yes
Yes
Yes
NO!

I have loads, they are my friends and sometimes they show up to have coffee, they like it so much that they stay for a few days.
It's nice I'm considered to be a good host, it's bad that I'm a good host for mouth ulcers.

This one comfortably sits on my tongue, far behind so it is difficult to see. The pain it causes me stretches to the left side of my face, until it reaches my ear and throat, making them hurt as well.
Besides, it makes me talk like a jackass.
...
...
...
And I got a cold.

04 April 2010

Happiness

Nor having platinum blonde hair
Nor having gigantic boobs
Nor being super skinny
Nor being super tall
Most of all, happiness is being happy with who you are.
And I know this is a cliché. Nevertheless, the more you say it, the more you take conscience of it and adapt it as your own way of thinking.

03 April 2010

Postcards

With this new series of illustrations I'm considering making a few more and then turn them into postcards with the help of the lovely www.moo.com!

Meanwhile, life is going fast... Been there done that... Still the same impossible crush...
Trying to make every single moment worth it, even if I do nothing, even if I just think, thinking is worth it and I should be happy to do so, because many just skip that important part in life, and become selfish bastards with no ethical conscience.

02 April 2010

01 April 2010

PS:

Curiositydidnotkillthecat???

I didn't forget!

1 April

13 March 2010

He Said So

Because we ought to believe in talking parrots since they are a miracle in the animal world. Speaking non-human beings are precious and so are their words.




Is this true?
Don't ask me, I don't know shit!

12 March 2010

It is Sunny Now

I hate it when I have hi-hello-how-are-you conversations.

They are just so (..)
- Hi!
- Hello!
- How are you?
conversations...

With (..)
- Fine! And you?
- Me too!
affirmations...

And (..)
- Fine
- Well
- Good
variations...

Oh, and it is sunny finally, sunny but cold.
Anyway I ate a winter ice-cream the other day - a Choc-and-Chip Vanilla Swirl - and it tasted SO GOOD I just don't know how to express it.
Winter ice-cream because it has milk in it. Summer ice-creams are water based, I personally dislike those types of ice-cream, they are not fat enough and they taste fake to me, like those unknown substances they add to your food to make it look nice and colorful.

07 March 2010

Coffee Party

Strange thing happened today. I was in my room when my paintbrush rang!
I found myself wondering whether I should pick it up or not because mom said I only have permission to answer my tennis shoes, but I decided to take the risk. A familiar voice said:

What is the root of three thousand and ninety seven times eight?
Huh... Well, I don't know! I'm in the arts business!
Well, alright then, would you come to my Coffee Party?
Alice? Is that you? What about the Mad Hater's Tea Party?
Tea is so last year and I am more of a coffee person myself. I think you could use a coffee break so I decided to call you on your paintbrush.
I though paintbrushes didn't ring!
Well they didn't but if I called you on your shoes it would make your ear dirty and I can't have dirty people in my Coffee Party. Besides, that way we have have colorful conversations!
Great, should I take something with me?
Yes, please bring some broccoli
Why the hell do we need broccoli? Isn't it a COFFEE Party?
Yes but you see, we're trying to innovate here. Who created the rules for Coffee Parties anyway? I can bring whatever I want! I can bring my brother Raphael if I want to!
But... Bringing a person is normal, that is what parties are for, for people to enjoy themselves! Why shouldn't you bring your brother? It's normal!
What if my brother Raphael is a broccoli?
You're brother Raphael isn't a broccoli, that would make YOU a broccoli too and you know you are NOT a broccoli.
Well now I'll declare myself one, and you will come to my party and bring ME broccoli because I said so or else I'll serve you green tea.
Nah!
YES!
Okay I'll bring your damn broccolli.

05 March 2010

MAC+++

You know you're a computer addict when...
Seriously, it happened to me. Sometimes I make a mistake drawing and I find myself in a fictitious search for a non-existent ctrl-z button.
But really, wouldn't it be great to have a little button to press when you made a mistake? Think about all the daring experiences you could make and that you avoid in the real world because you're afraid to mess something beautiful.
And I don't just mean Art.

This is a shitty old drawing but since it made a good point I decided to post it here. I don't know why I drew the gentleman or gentlewoman with loads of belly fat... It puzzles me now.

01 March 2010

Give Me Pleasure

Simple things that give me pleasure:
1. Eating soup with a tea spoon
2. Hearing my name in french
3. Playing with my hair curls
4. Noisily slurp a cappuccino
5. Rubbing my feet against each other to help me fall asleep
6. A bowl of salty chicken broth
7. Chasing cats, lizards and geckos
8. French singing in english
9. Amelie Poulain
10. "Whatever you choose, I'll accept that"
11. Noticing things that other people ignore
12. A meaningful "thank you"
13. Cliche breakers
14. Nonsense conversations
15. Being confused
16. Hot when cold, cold when hot
17. Eating with chopsticks
18. More to come...

28 February 2010

T-Time!


I remember when I first tried one of these...
It makes me laugh really, it didn't go so good.

23 February 2010

The Secret Behind MacDonald's Chips

And with this I was able to share a laugh with friends:
- The rectangular see-through pants
- The Johny Bravo hair
- The unidentified trashed object
- The joy of throwing junk in the proper place
- The detachable body parts
- The body balance control by having to stand up in two parallel feet

Future Tense

Sometimes I feel like ---->->->->->---- running with my eyes (closed).

To see where? I'll end up at.
To see who? I'll bump into.

But.............. I'm afraid to
F
A
L
L

22 February 2010

Coisinhas Boas

É verdade Catarina.
Porque só há uma maneira de conhecer a beleza interior das pessoas: falando.
E felizmente ainda há gente, como tu e eu, que conseguem ver num simples cafezinho uma experiência única e num sorriso mais de mil palavras.

E por causa da boa companhia, o meu pĂŁo com manteiga e fiambre soube-me a bolo de chocolate!

21 February 2010

PICA!

I have this weird thing I consider a "healthy" pica.
By the way, pica is a craving to eat other things than food like metal, sand, or disgusting things I refuse to mention because you already know what I am talking about.
So I tend to get bored of eating normal snacks. I want to eat something exquisite and preferably not very caloric since my body absorbs calories like a sponge. I also tend to hate food that ends too quickly, I like sloooo-ooooo-ooooo-ooow food.

With this in mind I went searching for stuff and I found and fell in love with the concept of "fruit sandwiches" (although I know it is not bizarre, pineapple is a usual sandwich ingredient for example).

All this to justify me eating a banana and mayonnaise sandwich.
It is pretty good actually. Most of the websites said that it was better with peanut butter (the so called Elvis Presley sandwich) and others suggested one side peanut butter, one side mayo.

I'm open to all weird fruit sandwich combinations... Oh, and don't mind the strange illustration thingie on top, it's just... A strange illustration thingie!

15 February 2010

We'll See

Yet another girl, this time purely in Photoshop. It was a quick sketch experiment to see how it turned out. It seems that when I'm cold I draw girls in dresses with bare legs and arms.

I always wondered what people's musical tastes meant about them. I mean, we are not very surprised to see a person dressed in black listening to Heavy Metal or a nice joyful girl listening to R&B and Pop or something like that.

I like Third-Wave Ska, Swing and Jazz mixed with Alternative Rock or Electronica.
And don't forget a small hint of insanity.

What does it mean?
I really wish it means the weather will get warmer or that I will get free cappuccinos from the coffee machine for the rest of the year.
.
..
...
....
.....
......
We'll see.

14 February 2010

Winter Preps

It's cold and it's raining here so I though if I made a quick sketch of a Summery girl in Summery vests it would make the weather magically better.

I finished it just now but I still see no improvement and the clouds are even more menacing. Maybe if I do some kind of Zulu rain dance backwards it'll go away, I don't know.

Friday some hilarious thing happened, my dad was angry with me because I was always cold and he wanted me to stop being cold, yes, just like that, snap my fingers and hurray:

J'ai pas froid mes amis
Of course we all know things don't work this way, all except my father. The question is I couldn't sleep bacause I was constantly pushing my bed covers so the chilly breeze wouldn't get in.

MARIE'S WINTER NIGHT EQUIPMENT
(temperature = 6 degrees)

Lower Body
Panties
Pajama's pants
Cotton knee socks under pants
Wool knee socks over pants


Upper Body
Long t-shirt
Shirt over t-shirt
Pajama's long sleeve cotton dress over shirt
Small wool jacket
2 scarfs
Gloves with finger holes (for some laptop action)

Plus
Heater turned on
When I go to sleep I usually don't wear the jacket, the gloves and the scarfs.

Bed Covers
Thin white bed sheet
Thick bed cover over sheet
Thicker bed cover over thick bed cover
Even thicker and heavier bed cover on top

13 February 2010

PC-LC Page Two

He thought he saw a Buffalo 

Upon the chimney-piece: 

He looked again, and found it was

His Sister's Husband's Niece. 

"Unless you leave this house," he said, 

"I'll send for the Police!' 


06 February 2010

They Were Very Very Friendly Men

I like to take time to be with my FRIENDS
Beings of the opposite sex are also considered FRIENDS
You see, there is nothing wrong with having a friend that doesn't have the same physical traits as you, last time I checked they could still be our friends, and by friends, I mean FRIENDS.
Great friends... Best friends... Supporting friends...

05 February 2010

Soap Opera

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If you have issues, you are like everyone else.
Seriously reflect about your life until now:
Do you have a family that loves you?
Do you have good friends?
Do you have a home?
Are you that ugly?

I like to think about my life as a VERY BIG soap opera. I am my own observator and my favourite character of the show. And now that it has begun, I want to see where it takes me! Who will mean something to me and who will betray me, it is all part of it, and if you want to know...



The________________me!
suspense is killing

04 February 2010

Oh, Mary, Oh Mary...


YOU
Who are you?
How are you doing?
Where are you now?
What are you?
Do you...?
^
^
^
^
^
^
^
May I meet you?
Pretty please!
Now or later?
Call me back!

03 February 2010

It's a Very Very Mad World

Dazed and confused... Such a wonderful and pleasurable feeling if applied properly!

The other day I went to a small little vintage clothes shop called The Other Side of the Moon. I entered and started browsing the giant boxes they have there full of accessories like escharpes, scarves and hats.

A little after that I saw a fat cat sitting in the table, I knew that there were two cats the last time I came so I asked the man were was the other one.
Well, it appears the other one was inside the box of scarves and hats so when I was looking I though the cat was a fur hat... Perfect camouflage no?

Adding to that, the man which I spoke to had an Elvis hairdo, a suit, a silk scarf with neon colours and was eating soup from a cabbage shaped dish.
That made the scenery even more absurd and nonsense.
He was watching the costumers with a moony yet kind look (great, if you have the store's name in mind). He looked like the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland.

These things make me smile. It is just one of those people that I want to invite for coffee... Or maybe a Mad Tea Party!
Hello sir, please tell me all about your life, every tiny single bit!
(oh, and he was about 30 by the way, but why wouldn't a 30 year old be an interesting person to meet? Especially if comes from a fictitious place)

Mad World
Tears For Fears

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World

30 January 2010

Stealthy Pride

Some days ago I was searching Graphic Design and Packaging books in the bookstore,
to get some inspiration for the work I'm currently doing.

I was gazing one by one, so I wouldn't miss a thing, when suddenly I noticed an attractive cover that made my hand automatically move towards it.

The title was vertical because the book was still in the shelf,
so I skewed my head a bit,
to read it before I grab it.

(And because my brain interprets faster than I move my arm)

HOLD IT HOLD IT HOLD IT HOLD IT HOLD IT

That was when I stopped, and retracted my hand back to my pocket.
Why was that? Why did I stopped all of a sudden?
Was anyone watching me?!

Actually the title of the book was something like:
"Design Dictionary for the Non Designers
"

Of course no one noticed. Why would they? I guess although I'm still learning and hoping to become a great Designer I can't consider myself a non-designer... And grabbing that book was admitting that fact, the fact that I still have so much to learn and experiment.
I know books like these may have valuable information...
But I just..... Can't!
At least not right now.

29 January 2010

This is Your World

What do I praise so much in a friend?
M E M O R Y !
That is why, for me, Alzheimer is the most horrible disease in the whole disease panoply.

Worst than cancer, I don't care.
Worst than a tumor, call me cruel if you want to.
Worst than being murdered.

Because I really like it when people remember, I really like when people care, I find it valuable because that is what I am as a person, and I am not (nor could I ever be) bragging.

You can't always get what you give (in fact most of the times you don't), which is one thing that made me really sad and depressed until I realized that:
I could change my personality or
I could accept it,
and I chose to accept it and plus boost it as I can't force myself to be vain, so I'll power up my humanism, even if it gets criticised.

I really don't like to write what I'm writing, I'm saying it so that everybody knows that, if you want to live in a World with people that care about you, you need to show them YOUR appreciation, or else, people will just be egoistic and self-centered, since that is what seems to be cool nowadays.

Then you will be wondering:
"What happened to X, she used to be so nice!"
Well apparently "nice" didn't bring her much joy.

28 January 2010

Resolutions!

THIS YEAR,
my New Year's resolution is 1280 x 800 px

Speaking of resolution, I noticed that some pretty crappy work may turn into a masterpiece if you shrink it to about 1/50 its size.
It goes from
"What the hell is this crap?!"


to "Look! I cleverly hid all the flaws! Now I'll just tell everybody I made it to be this size!"

10 January 2010

(...)

If you ain't got nothing nice to say...




(...)




Then don't say nothing!
(enjoy the silence)

09 January 2010

Same Year, Different Self

I write in English because I can't express myself in my own language.
I don't write in French because...

**Now before I proceed, a quick interruption (brought to you by some kind of letter of the alphabet)**
I noticed that Blogger is being a little discriminating because when I wrote the word English up there I wrote it with a small "E" and it underlined the word with a malicious red color... AS IF! You self centered people! When I wrote French in the same way you didn't correct me at all! What is the matter with you Blogspot? Are you trying to say something?


As I was saying, I don't write in French because I'm green and I don't want to befriend a dictionary for the rest of my blogposts.

So, beginning a new year made me question myself:
I'm so young, why do I have 100 different cards in my wallet?
I'm so young, but I subscribed/have my data in so many websites that stuffed my brain with pretty images, nice deals and insightful text.
I'm so young, but I already take 3 or 4 different pills a day!
I'm so young, but I have so many concerns already, as if I had bills to pay, as if I had a family to take care of (and I do but at the same time I don't), as if I had no one to give me food and shelter.
I'm so young, they told me we shouldn't let TV eat our souls, now I don't watch it and they tell me I should - it's all about being culturally aware they say.