Saturday, May 31, 2014

A step closer

           A friend of mine asked me to work my magic again and come up with a couple of designs for his Facebook page. Below are some of the designs I came up with. They're pretty good I must say but I still believe I'm not there yet. Maybe with much practice, I'll be. 

Let me know your thoughts 
Cheers


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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

What my to read list looks like

Hey everyone,
Here's what my to read list for May/June looks like. I really hope I can get through these books as quickly as possible. I'll be listing the titles and the authors of each book below. Let me know if you have a copy or have read any of the books listed.



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This will definitely make you go "Hmn clever"

            Just to gradually intensify the suspense, I thought it'll be a good idea to blab a little.
 You know those wordy passages called prologue that you sometimes detest reading at the very beginning of a novel because you consider it to be a drag? Yup! that's what I'm about to do right now, be full of words through this entire blogpost. But I promise that no matter how much I ramble and go off on a tangent, you'll definitely be able to differentiate between the head, tail or body of this post.

            So here goes my awesome post with even more awesome pictures coming afterwards. I bet, the pictures will definitely make you go "CLEVER" but before we get right to it, I must tell you of my recent fascination.

             For the past few weeks I have found myself constantly obsessed with people's written forms of communication. Well, more specifically written communication that take the shape of a print advertisement or meme. The reason being is that this forms of written communication are most times than not very explicit so that the specific aimed target, can easily deconstruct and absorb the message without qualms.


             As a result of this, I developed my own theory which I'm sure now that I put more thoughts to it, I'm basically reiterating an idea that is not novelty. But oh well, I like to think of it as such. Therefore because of the value this forms place on extending an idea to another in the most precise and simplistic manner, I've begun to view communication within this specific forms  as entailing more than merging words together.


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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The Tale of Every Creative Person

            There's one thing that makes me overly excited, making it really hard for me to even contain the joy I'm raptured in. The reason for this is no other than watching a client leave with utmost satisfaction. It warms my heart and sometimes I question myself about the feeling.

"What could this be?" And the response I get is, it's the feeling of accomplishment.
Yes! Finally I say after all those sitting, paper tossing, scribblings, sometimes tearing up and long walks to welcome a creative idea.

           This is why I love leaving any creative work I do with so much eagerness and happiness because I can't wait till I see the look of satisfaction on the client's face. I'm like finally where has relief gone because I missed you baby.

            I do not know how to describe the feeling but the image that comes to mind is a chocked person. This particular individual in question, lays in wait till he gets the relief he needs to have his life back on track again. So he's constantly struggling, waving his hands to call attention to himself until someone comes to the rescue. The same concept can be synonymous with any creative work. One's mind is constantly in chaos.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

By the list

Hey there!
 I decided to try something new. Let me know your thoughts on it. Enjoy!


To go by the list. She said
By the list you must go
Anything that escapes the beauty of my pen does not deserve acknowledgement
For years I have secretly penned the inner workings of my mind
Shutting it when a stranger comes into sight
For they do not have to know the journey of my mind

Or the confusion that lay in it
So by my list I go
Scribbling my dealings for the next day
That's not even yet in sight
But as my fidgety hands will have it,
Fuelled with its own nervousness,
And consumed with the pleasures of ticking and crossing off any list

ONE
I tucked in my duvet nicely today


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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Here's to the crazy ones

Here's to the crazy ones that make you scoot over almost tumbling on your way to the next seat. Your next exact reaction is to shield your face and eyes from meeting theirs. You'll be in a hell load of mess if that happens.

              The next day you spot them again in the subway. This time, they are your next door neighbour. They prefer not to let you have the peace and quiet you need to regain your confidence or even your knowledge of words.
            "Hey there" He says with his mouth drooling with saliva.
            "H-e-y" You say nervously watching him as he rummages and scratches his groins ferociously.
He grins at you then takes a sniff at it exhaling with relief. You hear the announcement for the next stop  knowing it isn't yours, you squeeze your way through for freedom. Out there you let out a sigh of relief. It was a thousand times worth the abruptness.

                       Happy Easter yall.
                                                              

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Here's to ridiculousness

             I can't possibly be the only person that gets a tad appalled when I see someone in their late twenties or early thirties with a skateboard.

Just the other day while on the subway home. I saw a plump scruffy looking man with a skateboard. He had tattoos, his hair flying in all manner of directions, oversized clothes, dirty looking sneakers and possibly reeking of alcohol and body sweat. I eyed him while he happily got off the train.
            It was after he got off that I fell into deep thoughts again. I wondered what fascinated men from the western world with skateboards. I have been living here for five years and I still can't wrap my head around why.


I always thought they'll grow out of this but each time the sun comes to pay respect to us in June, I am always proven wrong. Why?!!

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No way out

It is four cornered
Tightly sealed and yet slightly loosed
Letting the air flush in
Bringing in with it unpleasant odour of struggle...
Held bound with chains
Running east and west
Rolling like stones without directions
Scattered around and kicked once more
By nonchalant passer-by
Watching with curiosity as their eyes bulge out
And it still trails
But all starring like a sight to see
Yet no one puts a foot forward
To halt as they glide happily
Down the hilly mountains
But they have their hungry legs kicking daily
Trapping the pebbles in its four corners
And they turn away cheerfully
Because that is where the joy lies
When they become trapped
And stationary
They become controlled
As when their legs come over it again
It forces movement and to whatsoever direction
They can conjure easily
Because to the pebbles,
They are words they hearken to
But really it was just a cycle




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Friday, April 18, 2014

Here's to something absurd

       Some of my friends at school think I have gone nuts because I have tons of pictures on my phone and never seem to post any on social media. Anytime they snatch my phone away from my hands. I prepare myself for the puzzled look that will soon surface. I start by saying even without being asked. "I know. I just love documenting things. Its for memory sake" They become speechless for awhile and then say you should really get Instagram. I laugh dryly while responding "I already have one"


They do not try to press on further but their faces give away their thoughts. They have their eyebrows raised to denote a questioning look, mouth bent to the sides almost as if they are mumbling words from another planet. Geez! I can already tell what they are thinking. Not that I mind but it will be nice if they asked why I did so.
        So I pretend like I don't know what is happening as I engross myself in my phone. Well this are my thoughts, if you'll rather have your eyebrows raised without considering it necessary to inquire of the reason, I do not in anyway owe you an explanation.

                                                   Has anyone experienced the same thing?

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Wilting flowers

          She starred down at the cuts, wounds and the blood that was dripping from her battered body, looking as if her mouth would fly open to recite her last prayers and her head, to lie lifelessly on the cold floor. She remained on the floor crawling with the tip of her dress sticking out and leaving traces of blood behind. Her cloth was drained in her blood and had become lucid because of the sweat that came so profusely, gluing her strap to her dark chocolate skin. 
          She sat there paying no attention to her environment but plastered her shaky hands to her face, to wipe away tears that had no end to it. Her eyes were cherry red and had become swollen from the tears that filled her weary eyes. She could barely move, still staggering but managed to lift herself with the support she got from dainty furniture's that were evenly spread along the corners of the room. She made her way to the washroom, pushing the door forcefully and starring at the room strangely as if her eyes caught an usual sight all buried within the four corners of the room. 
          She let go of her already stained linen dress, letting it fall quietly to the cold floor, before sticking out her tiny toes that had been trapped in the dress. She gave out a sigh that ushered in tears from her eyes, running its way through her cheeks, where its effects became a little more apparent with the white marks it left behind. She placed her hands on her mouth forcing herself to hold back tears before allowing her misty eyes to fall on her naked self as she scrutinized her body with open gaze.

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