Monday, March 29, 2010

Trip to Puebla

I highly enjoyed this past trip we made to Puebla. The city was beautiful, and the people very kind. Although, my most favorite part was its Cathedral.
Well, most of Puebla's churches are gorgeous to look at. Their barroque style is magnificent. Its golden details perfect. Everything inside acquired a look of sanctity to it. I enjoyed looking at those ceilings filled with gothic golden flowers. There was not a single space left un-adorned. All you could see was golden opullency adorning every wall, every stair, every window... everything!
I had the vane thought even the sladkvat sneeties do come true sometimes!

And then, the organist started playing one beautiful piece of music in that gorgeous organ, chasoded by what looked like The Gate from Heaven's doors. The very final touch for the most amazing architectural work I have ever seen. Its beauty still haunts me in my dreams. It was a very inspiring visit.

But, oh, well. Back to reality, we had to leave because the Cathedral closed its doors at 8. Sad things are sad, but I figured such a gorgie pie needs their beauty sleep as well, yes?
Viddy? I love you enough to let you go, Gorgeous Cathedral!
I shall never forget you, and perhaps, the next time I visit you again, I will not ookadeet you by 8, but will instead hide in one of your fine corners and I will never ookadeet, so we can be together forever. And ever. And ever. AND EVER (Insert many hearts in here, please)

Isn't my baby gorgeous? She didn't even need any photoshop to look this great. That is some insane beauty.

Now, how many of you can say have seen The Gates of Heaven with your very eyes? I know I would be crazy jealous if I were you, hmm?

I still wonder if they will let me in, though.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Artwork, or so I say

We all knew this time would come. The non-existant time between 3 and 4 in the morning where every sense of reality is lost, minootas have stopped passing by, and all that comes in to my golova is a mix of tortuous thoughts induced by all of today's to do's and whatnot's. There is a strange numbness to my brain.
The time when I am left alone in this vast domy. Nothing else exists but me and the distant zvook of a bird. Some foot-steps, perhaps. The zvook of iron moving. Dookly zvooks. The mortifying zvooks I don't know their origin.
But, within this paralel dimmension just created, I remember something I have wanted to show the world, and that is my so called Artwork. So, there you go, sleepy-self. Please, feel free to post whatever nonsense you may.

Technique: I drew all of it, using a regular 2H pencil.

"Not all those who wander are lost" - JRR Tolkien

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Sick, yet again

Ever since our just-girls-night-out-Emma’s-birthday-celebration last friday night, my throat, and practically, my whole respiratory system have been acting up on me.
I believe the fact it was freezing outside, almost 6ºC, and us wearing dresses didn’t make things any better for me and that dobby ol’ RS of mine. Well, at least I was wearing my leather jacket! Unlike most of my friends, who I pitied that night, for they were only wearing nothing but their cute mini dresses.

Well, either way, I don’t believe I would’ve done things a lot more different, since it had been a long time since I last went out, and I really felt like dressing up that one night. Perhaps I would’ve/should’ve at least worn a cute, cozy scarf back then?

Ah, in the end, I got what I called for. Although, I can’t recall explicitly calling for those nights without sleep, nor breathing and non-stop kashling!

Oh, well, I definetely learned my lesson, and next time, I will choose weather-appropriate-clothes over glamour! … yeah, right … Ah, well, I’d better start buying some oranges for the next time, and pray for that dobby vitamin C to work its best!

Until then, good-bye, and, unlike me, try wearing a nice warm sweater next time you go out on any chill ocassion.

Either way, and no matter what, Peet all! Perhaps we shall peet nothing but orange juice this time, anything for our health’s sake!

Them Holy

As I climbed the highest peak, words couldn’t identify myself no more.

A beautiful image came to my sight. Their whole world is made of golden.

They have beautiful black glazzies, and bleeding white rots.

And they feed off of misery. They speak to me in languages I can’t understand.

Da ehj toiç o vouijah trull oon desthad?

Blood starts to pour down my nose.

It is so beautiful, words cannot express.

From the highest tower she fell. And as she hit the floor, a raw sound awoke us all.

Heard their cries for Vendetta.

Soh vouijah oh troll andist noh!

Where am I now? What have I done? Please, someone help me go back.

Their cries in excitement make me go numb. Their beautiful horns shine with the moonlight.

Daas ehn taj sihka hilken!

I don’t want to go back. Beauty is everything that meets the eye.

Did you know she was their bride? We will never see her again. And light possessed her soul. Words cannot express.

They are the most beautiful yet to know. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Tears start to fall down. My eyes started to bleed.

What were we thinking? They are the most beautiful creation. They have got everything we need. Please save me, please. Ah, their holy voices as they govoreet. That is all I can hear, and finally, I’m feeling comfortably numb.

They may feed off of me now. It is a very blessing to even be considered. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Please save me. All I see is golden. Golden and blood.

We may go through a transfiguration. But in the end, they are all I’ve seeked for.

Finally, golden and blood, golden and blood.

I am Illuminated.

Blessings and Blue

I saw a white tiger, walking in my backyard.

And he came, and he passed by, but he never noticed me.

As he passed by the stairs I heard him singing. And I saw him dancing. And his body was white as the snow, and lighther than water, and graceful like the wind.

As I walked closer, a little twig broke and he stared right at me. His refulgent blue eyes, brighter than the sky. I found the promised blessings then. The gifts everlasting. I found true joy. And I found sanctity.

And the tiger rised to the sky. And he was then gone.

It was a new bliss. It was a new mistake. There’s a cage in the skies, there’s a man inside the cage. He’s asleep now, but he’ll wake up soon.

His refulgent blue eyes won’t stare back at me anymore.