3D is killing me!!!

Super Mario self injuring-decapitation Lion King's Rafiki intro Mix (Golden Edition)

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Ven, vamos a donde nadie va y hablemos lo que nadie habla.

The Linkage Report.

I don’t recall the last times I posted something decent, but today was an unusual day on these unusual times. Too many things are happening... too fast. On the light of the last series of events, I must make a mention of how much I'm starting to appreciate change... "these new changing wave" for that matter.

Stress have made its way through most of my waken days, even threatening my sleep as well. Amor de la vida...? Patrañas! Eso es pa' los que no saben! Oh, sorry... My wires got crossed! Anyways... these couple of days have been quite hard; personally, professionally, academically... I’ve even began to draw like I use to do in my medieval times, and for those who really know my inner main frame, know exactly what that means. So yes… it's getting that bad. Many doors are closing in on me, but many others are opening as well, at least the most important once (Time for me to go wireless again), and it doesn’t get any better than this, but anyways, I think I’m getting ahead of my self. That would be a topic for another blog.

Tonight ended with a moment worth remembering. A good Mexican meal beside the park with my good friend Sick Boy… the sneaky one, remember? We had a chat that in my bare opinion, if it made public, it could have well redefine many of the social and diplomatic aspects of the human existence, not to mention the fact that one of my many theories (qualified as conspiracies by many) have been proved in the very extend of its existence… well, most of it. What fascinates me the most of all of this, is the way that I constantly perceive how the theory of evolution doesn’t only applies to animals or plants… but also to what I like to call: The Intrapersonal Interaction Agenda. Which is nothing more but the way we live and interact with others. I don’t usually talk about these things, because not only most people are everything but interested about this kind of topics, but they can also turn out to be quite complex or abstract for most of the people (at least my age). Nevertheless, this is my blog and now that I think of it, I can write whatever I want! Yeah, I think I need a little arrogance now and then to keep things moving.

Everything was good, well, almost. Interesting thing for these interesting times… prohibido el paso: change it’s in the wind. I just wish I had an umbrella. Why did I have to hear those things…? Why couldn’t I just skip the day? Stupid Chicken… I will never listen to you again. Because if A is to B, and B is to C, then… I don’t want to know! It is just to damn logical. Sadly, I don’t need to be right about A and C. Sometimes you don’t need the whole process to know the outcome as long as you know the facts. That's why some people preffer to dream.

I consider that we, as men, are by far, less complex that women, and therefore, way too much predictable. This is because our motivations and needs usually spin around in something as redundant as the ego. And I dare to call it redundant because it is something that slowly becomes essential in many of our personal areas, especially in intrapersonal relations. Women are… tricky! A fascinating walking mystery. I thing the whole illustration process can take up to thousands of pages and still get no where near a concrete conclusion, but I do get a general Idea of the whole thing: from the early days when the new feelings are discovered (clinging to the hope of those who make them come to life regardless of status, size or appearance), going through the attraction of the once with higher impressiveness (usually admired and/or wanted by most, if not all of the general female population due to looks, performance, popularity, etc) and then, when things get serious enough, it comes the good all comfort (options). This is with a little help from Mother Nature of course (in most of these type of cases). Fortunately, not all women pass through this exact schematic, in fact, most of then don’t even fit this pattern, in fact, let us be realistic: NO WOMEN ON EARTH FOLLOWS THIS PATTERN... EVER! It is all part of my poor and ambiguous imagination… conspiracy theories if you like. But seriously, not everybody does, I’m fortunate to know many of them… and I am so thankful for it.

I don’t even know why I’m writing all of this… creo que mi vida se enredo con los cables del Nintendo! I guess I’ve not been getting enough sleep. I should go to bed now before I write something someone could consider offensive… wait, I take that back. Nobody can feel offended unless the boot fits right? Well, that is a relieve… good conscious relieve.

I refuse to be acceptable! Never underestimate the power of small choices… they can really ruin your day, your life, your reputation... even your toilet! In conclusion, there is hope enough to make me want to live another day...

La aplicacion de la retorica en la inmagen es que la retorica puede servir como un metodo de creacion. Esto facilita el proceso creativo para el diseñador, ya que les ayuda a tomar plena conciencia de un proceso que usualmente se utiliza de manera intuitiva. La idea es la de potenciar al mensaje, haciendo que el receptor reaccione ante el blah blahblah… creo que necesito dormir. Ya podemos irnos...? Esta gente es muy mentecata!

Stop being so stupid.. it's my turn! Buenas noches.

Worlds Apart Victographica

I am the only one to blame for this

Oda a lo Inadecuado

Wellcome to the souddtrack of my life!

El Ser Humano y el Pollo!

Pasele pasele! Para que no le digan y no le cuenten... aqui puros diseños originales!

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Where is my sunshine?

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week indulging in my self defeats. My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat, uncomfortable three feet deep. Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week impaired my tribal lunar-speak, and of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done, so i missed a million miles of fun.

What a best way to describe my previous week, just when you think things are starting to pick up, everything goes right down the drain… again. The whole set of unfortunate events started last Friday... and I don’t even remember how. Now that I think of it, I don’t remember much, only flashbacks of the most notorious incidents: my grandma broke her arm while no one was around, I had my first official car crash, I was charged a 67dll fine by Wells Fargo bank (the worst bank in the world!), one of the car tires got flat, I burned the handbrakes, I knocked down a water container in a near school carwash, I missed a 5:30 appointment to turn in some invoices(so my dad will get a 2,000dll payment delayed for about 2 week), I didn’t sleep an entire night for a homework I didn’t even turned is, I forgot to return a book to the library and got a huge fine for a 3 week delay, uncomfortable family, melodramatic friends... and those are only the things I can talk about! Never mind about the Space Shuttle Size McSecret!

I can’t wait to see what else goes wrong before the end of the week… I just want to move on already. Does anybody have gravy for the brain?

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