Was it really that bad?

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

A child is a beam of sunlight from the Infinite and Eternal, with possibilities of virtue and vice- but as yet unstained.

SaraJuana 2.0 Reborn

Este sera un semestre mucho divertido...

Weakling Child (Pokito Wallpaper)

3-G

Gracias Groovy Girl!

Entre Pejes y Derivas

Satellite Anthem Icarus

It's alive... aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive!!!

Icarus Project, Fase 1 Compleated.

Por fin ya tengo el modelado al 100%, falta la texturicacion, iluminacion y animacion... sin mencionar el render. Creo que no pude haber elejido mejor nombre para el proyecto :(

The Open Road Song

Usually I sleep it over... let it slide, and I’m pretty sure this time won’t be different. Thats why I must keep a public record to remind myself of what I quickly decide to forget. I truly consider immature to even consider over thinking this matters, however, regardless of well intended considerations, in the road of life everything counts, and this must be no exception. The questions in my head are growing tiresome, since answers are already in place. This has nothing to do with anyone but myself, because I am no victim... this just how the world is and I live in it. Sadly I still believe in that win-win, 50-50 crap. What can I say...? I'm old fashion valued. If I plan to survive in the oncoming post-illustration environment, I have to adapt myselfe to the current status-quot: alliances, partnerships, team work, associations, agreements, shared duties, common goals... man! I really want to be sarcastic... I really want to speak my mind... but I really don't have to. I'll forget about it in the morning anyways!

So, what have we learned so far? Next time, when you start to see the signs on the road way ahead of you, don't keep driving just to see what happens... I'm sure there will be plenty of exits that will lead to better places. Take the nearest one, lower the windows and keep singing you'r Open Road Song. Remember: you were born for this. Besides, this is how the world works... right? This is how things WERE meant to be... am I not correct? And if this isn't true, how come things turned out to be this way? Cause unfortunately when it comes to glory, it's every man for himself! I'll do what I can to finish, but afterwards, I must promise myself to be a little less of that thing and a little bit more of that other thing (just enough to keep things going). I lack the desire for the pursuit of glory... and it can't get any better than this. This is an open road song!

Andrea... I'm sorry!

Se que no era mi derecho decírtelo así y me disculpo si es que hice mal, pero no puedo disculparme por lo que dije si es que pienso es la verdad. Yo no existo, nunca lo he hecho... solo en momentos como estos en los que me atrevo a ser uno mas de los que ves sin voz, sin voto... pero con una conciencia que no se atreve a callar lo que le da sentido a lo inexplicable. Cualquier cosa que tu decidas... lo entenderé.

Survival Countdown 2006

And the magic continues...

I Don't Give A Damn!

Everything Required

Noche de tarea... are we having fun yet?

Big Desmother: The Theater of Life

Quite on the Set!

Un dia sin Mexicanos

Hoy fui a la protesta de la garita de San Isidro.. no me gusto lo que vi! Tratare sobre este dia con mas detalle cuando el tiempo me sea mas oportuno. Por mientras, llevate el mantel para la mesa a diez pesos!

3D is killing me!!!

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

I'm not here, leave message!

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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