@joseharriaga

Have you been following xkcd’s comic #1190? It consists of a series of time lapse frames telling a story. The publication started at midnight on March 25th and, after twenty-eight days, it’s still updating every hour. Certainly, I’d say March 25th is a very interesting day.

The story revolves around two of the xkcd protagonists building a sandcastle together in a solitary world. The alternate text simply reads: “Wait for it.”

I love xkcd’s sense of romance.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you might want to check this link out.

Short Story Number One Thousand One Hundred and Six

keremmermutlu:

I’m going to stay in bed and try not to think about you. I know that you’re probably having the best time ever doing something fun and that you don’t remember all those stupid fun things that we used to do together. But I remember. And I guess it’s all too late to start again now.

To This Day is a video that has been floating around for a few days already and it’s spreading like wildfire on some social networks. I recommend everyone to watch it, since it carries a very powerful message.

… we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us.

Believing you might be interested now, you can go find anti-bullying resources at http://www.bullying.org

Also, you should know that dozens of collaborators from all around the world partook to bring this beautiful artwork to life. You can learn more about them and the project at http://www.tothisdayproject.com

(Whenever I share something through my social networks, I like to add some personals thoughts to it with hopes that my contributions will make it richer and maybe even inspire other people to do the same. In this particular case, I will refrain myself from doing so, because I feel like it would have a detrimental effect. After all, some things are simply impossible to describe accurately, and no matter how many words and ideas I ornament them with, the descriptions do not become more precise but only more verbose. Still, the paragraphs above might be good enough to give a stranger a vague idea of what you are [read as: will be] like.)

(Whenever I share something through my social networks, I like to add some personals thoughts to it with hopes that my contributions will make it richer and maybe even inspire other people to do the same. In this particular case, I will refrain myself from doing so, because I feel like it would have a detrimental effect. After all, some things are simply impossible to describe accurately, and no matter how many words and ideas I ornament them with, the descriptions do not become more precise but only more verbose. Still, the paragraphs above might be good enough to give a stranger a vague idea of what you are [read as: will be] like.)

In my division, we have many mottos. One of my favorites says:

Lift makes departures happen.

It means that if you got ambition and just the right skills, you essentially can go wherever you want or need.

Two weeks ago, my third and last internship in this amazing company began. If everything goes alright, I’ll earn myself a full-time offer by the end of the summer. Consequently, there are lots of things to be excited about: new projects to work on, new challenges to accept, new things to learn, new places to visit and, most importantly, new people to meet.

That excitement began to build up as I stepped into the airport, ready (or maybe just somewhat ready) to depart. During the past three years, I’ve boarded over forty different airplanes. For some reason, though, there’s always some unreasonable sensation of excitement every time I need to do it again.

Leaving with the sunrise always gives the impression of something new. I always travel alone, so it also has the implication of redefinition. Every time I board an airplane, I do it convinced that by the next time I do so, I’ll be a totally different person, even though I never really know exactly how. Actually, two weeks have already gone by, and I’m still not sure about how I’m going to look like by the end of the summer. Things look promising, though; certainly some look better than others, but it’s all part of the fun.

Forty airplanes and counting. Now that I got some lift, I wonder where I’m going to arrive at. The next departing flight is on time and due to leave soon.

If you know me, you’re probably aware that I’m a very artistically-inclined person. In fact, you and I would probably agree in wondering why exactly it is that I’m studying computer engineering instead of pursuing a career in art and design. Well, independently of the answer that lies behind that, truth is: most of my hobbies are art-related, and today I want to share with you the oldest one in the list, which is pencil portraiture.

Since I was a little boy (two years old or maybe less), I’ve really enjoyed drawing with pencils. I was not only fairly good at it, but I eventually became passionate about it too. In the summer of 2005, I decided to try pencil portraiture. And I’ll be honest with you: the motivation behind it was that, as a fifteen-year old hopeless-romantic, I thought that a pencil portrait done by me would be awesome to impress the girl I had a crush on. (You know? You’d be surprised by how many of the weird things I’m good at today were the result of a similar train of thought). But anyway, I’m not fifteen anymore and now I’m kind of romantically-hopeless instead. Still the skills I gained through the years remain fresh and I still love drawing with my pencils.

In this post I’ve included nine of my artworks, but feel free to visit my online portfolio here. Also, check the list of references below to look at the original pictures that these portraits are inspired from.

Oh, and by the way, if you’re curious about why all the subjects are girls, well, that’s also related to my hopeless romanticism from back then. At that time, my answer for anyone who asked would be something like: “Art is a means to express beauty, and more beauty there’s not than that of a woman.”

Cheesy, I know…

It’s kind of true though.

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