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[Apr. 26th, 2009|08:13 pm] |
I love days like this
... it's getting nice and warm. Sometimes too warm.
Also: still playing SH2. Going to play.....right.....now. *turns off lights |
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| Portrait, finally... |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|02:26 am] |
On a day it rained all day, I wear for a while (before I changed my mind) a dress I bought in Mexico in a mall....un centro commercial. Me gusto, y le pregunte a mi madre si me podria comprar. La primera vez que quiero un vestido.
:) |
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[Apr. 15th, 2009|10:11 pm] |
Last picture of my desk. |
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| Night-day |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|03:36 pm] |
Working all night, then, the first sunrise of Doom Charrette.
I hate. all. the. changes. I. have. to. make. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2009|07:10 pm] |
Always staring at his monitor... |
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| Stress. |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|01:08 pm] |
Under stress, steel columns buckle. What will happen to me...design to perfect detail, a pavilion-inhabitation-energy system underground. I have many ideas of what experiences I want to create, but man, two weeks is crazy.
Chris's hands. They are squirrel hands. :3 |
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|12:56 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Radiohead - Nude | ] |
Radiohead - Nude.
Listen to it.
This shit is good. It makes the trivial feel divine.
This guy's voice.... |
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| Classes resumes, insanity resumes |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|09:02 am] |
I wish I could be in studio with no pants.
The studio has no a/c, which is AWESOME, but Houston is humid as fuck. So, I want to take off my pants, which are corduroy, btw, because I have no common sense.
I said hello to this girl today. Math major, was in my art class two years ago, when I was a freshman. She is always kind to say hi. She has this scar on her face from a car-crash that almost killed her.
I always wanted to say it makes her look beautiful. It's actually a very graceful scar, starting from her scalp, ending near her center forehead. Like a river carved. History and character.
What I loved the most is that, in her near-death, she still believes there is no god. Humans saved her.
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I'm making my portfolio now. Chris and I near our year anniversary. Another month. I joked we should go to our favorite place, Asgard Games, for our anniversary. He laughs. We've mostly played all games this spring break, that we probably should stop.
Right now, silence. Mockingbirds are competing outside. The second floor, I just see tree branches. The studio is alone, only with me and the birds. My desk loves this too.
Reminds me of my parents, waking up in the morning, going outside on the 'porch' with their coffee, as their stupid children, trying so hard to just get 15 more minutes of sleep, ruffle their bedsheets over their heads. They laugh.
It's just so hard to wake up! |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
Spring break.
I'm going to a forest. I don't know where or which one yet. I heard there's nice forests around Austin. That may happen. Or just around Beaumont.
I'm going to write music, relax, and draw. And spend time with Chris.
I'm also going to design for a school-wide design competition, complete and submit my portfolio for a [highly unlikely because of the fucking economy] architectural job, and cook more.
What I am mostly excited with is my visit to a forest.
Things to be taken shall be:
Acoustic guitar [Still nameless]
Art supplies
Camera
and muscles to hike and walk. :) |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2009|04:47 pm] |
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I started writing music again. Let's see how it goes. Acoustic/agalloch type song. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|12:38 am] |
Chris and I stopped by the gaming shop for an hour or so to say hi (mostly, Chris wanted to play Legacy with some new-found friends-- he was very giddy, happy, and excited). As we walk in, mostly all that know us exclaim, "Poor Myra, he's not taking you anywhere on Valentine's Day?"
Then we explain that we don't celebrate it.
Then DJ say, those women, they lie when they say, "Oh don't worry about X" because that just means you should do something about x!
So we end up going to eat someplace. Dim sum. Nice small dinner. I get home, feel disgustingly nauseous, go to bed, wake up the next day at 8am. Then Sunday: all day work. Ridiculous shit. I was in studio from 9am to 5am...and the only reason I even got back was because I insisted to have at least three hours of sleep.
Nothing new to report. Other than:
Concerts to see/may see this semester:
1. In Austin: Pelican and Wolves in the Throne Room...which sadly is on the same time of
2. The Texas Metal Fest.
But Wolves is fucking awesome. I really want to hear them live. But Austin is quite a drive and that's Sunday night. It would be very difficult.
3. Mayhem in SA or here at Numbers... yet the Numbers website does not have it listed yet.
4. Amon Amarth
That's it for now. Hopefully this will be a very metal semester :) |
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[Feb. 5th, 2009|10:01 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Electric Wizard- Dopethrone | ] |
Yo
Finally played with my camera.
All-nighter tonight.
OwlCon tomorrow.
Sweeeet. |
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| Status quo, as of February 2nd |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|03:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Studio | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Anata- Metamorphosis By the Well of Truth | ] |
All its been is: Moscow, the Soviet Union, the failed housing, the endless diagramming, the anxiety and want to design, my endless happiness. Then, failed housing, notes and note-taking, the endless diagramming, yet again.
I love the studio project.
But my body feels like the blood is coagulating. I am always sore although I don't do any form of exercise. It feels like I've been in twenty fights, and my neck can't move that much. Do knots in your body from stress get this painful? Maybe I'm turning into a ghoul, an undead. First, the blood coagulates, the body and its joints stiffen, then I'll be dead?
I'm losing money quickly. We're going to start on the site model soon, which means, more money will be flowing out of my bank account, and quickly. OwlCon is this weekend, but because of budget, I probably can't buy anything. Pre-release was last weekend, and that was fun, but there goes more money as well.
Chris and I ate with the squirrels today.
The camera is too bulky. Photographing daily life isn't as easy as it used to be. It is now more deliberate, and requires time I do not have.
My favorite drink has become Earl Grey tea with creme, after I have a coffee at the Cohen House, I love drinking this. It smells great as well.
I also need a haircut. Well, want a haircut. I also bought a ruffle shirt today. Michael saw and approved: "Very Myra," he says, "very much you." What, Michael, I can be summarized with clothing? No. Not much so. But its all taste.
And what I taste is the old Earl Grey, sickness (I feel it coming), and stress. This week is the pushing factor for our starting design...we define the parameters, then off we go.
I need to start applying for jobs soon. I will hopefully finish my portfolio in two weeks time.
It's also almost my birthday. I get to be a glutton of alcohol. Hah.
I'm not sure what to do. I find it ironic that people celebrate their 21st birthday as they celebrate any of their Fri/Sat nights of heavy drinking. It's all the same. Just an added name, with Capital...Added Name to Typical Event is a holiday. A birthday. Aye.
21 means my brain is developed enough to make rational adult decisions. And I must say, I feel young and stupid, but I feel I have crossed the first of many thresholds towards adulthood since... will cross, have crossed...regardless, I'm around its perimeter, either in or out. |
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| Something cute for you: |
[Jan. 27th, 2009|09:14 pm] |
My pets in studio, with a leaf I picked up.
The leaves turn red late in the autumn.
I mean, in the early winter.
Oh, Texas. |
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| Returning from 'native land' |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|11:11 pm] |
All I can say: I keep speaking in spanish/english...the switch is weird now.
I drove back though; driving in Mexico is scary shit. No traffic rules plus just two lanes and shallow shoulders (sometimes none!) means: BE THANKFUL FOR THESE U.S. HIGHWAYS, MAN. THESE ARE MADE OUT OF FUCKING COTTON COMPARED TO MEXICAN HIGHWAYS.
Anyway. Interesting mingling with distant family.
My shadow in Mexico:
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| Mexico for the holidays: |
[Dec. 24th, 2008|12:56 am] |
I got locked out of my house today; so I my grandpa picked me up and took me to grandma's house to just watch soap operas and talk to the old ladies.
All A's this semester, it seems. Good redeeming semester for last semester's ill memory. Just need one more class....
Going to Mexico...
Tamales, dirt, concrete and rosca. |
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| Knitting!!! ahhhh |
[Dec. 23rd, 2008|03:30 pm] |
Hey, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sillyjacki :
http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEwinter08/PATTfishy.php !!!!!!!
I will make fish hat. :D
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| Insight |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|02:29 am] |
I am back with family.
They are not as assholish as they always are.
Last night, relatives.
Retold stories of my youth.
Of my brother crying like a demon.
And of me, chasing chickens instead of eating.
And my mom chasing after anemic me.
Of my brother sucking his thumb and the giant syringe.
Of his large ears and tantrums.
I'm going to be spending Christmas in Mexico. If its cold, the showers bite. If its hot, the showers are heaven. The dog is always dusty, and kicked if it nears the door. My grandfather rests in a hammock. We are all growing older, and the new generation slowly hatches. The oranges are sweet. The cows smell. The chicken roost, protect their egg. I walk out of my nest only to return to it.
I just wonder, if by the time of my marriage and family-- would I be still as familiar with these faces, would I be confident to bring them strangers and see this beautiful country with me.
When you look back at past generations-- the generation of our parents-- you realize: Hell, do you realize all their sacrifices just to have the resources, the credit, the money, to send a child to a good college-- the best they can find? Do you realize how hard they have to work-- especially as immigrants into this 'accepting' country-- not knowing any English, not knowing the culture.
Do you realize that they could have not sent you there....and I realized it, and I am grateful. Mexico raises tough children. Knowing only the rural landscape and farming-- I can't believe my dad, with no money, only working, working very hard, received a college education and studied engineering...It stops my whining, after years of hearing about his toil. We don't compare to our parents, but because of them, we can be better than them. But only because of them.
I hope to be as strong and resourceful, as tenacious and wise, to my own children.
See that as the only prayer I'll mutter. At least, one of the only prayers.
We laughed and laughed and laughed with our large bellies-- in which I realized, that blood unites us, and I was foolish to ever let go. Although I remain distant, I smile sincerely. |
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