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.