Sewed, glued and tattooed.

I created this messed up, sad, confused blue Dino a long time ago in my head. It took some time to bring him to paper too. He formed as a result of my long term depressions and anxieties. He has no colours and his form is plain. As is depression. If you want him coloured, print it out and colour him. Just one thing... his ball is yellow.

Serial-position effect is what I'm talking about, guys.  Wikipedia, the superreliable source, defines it as: "... the tendency of a person to recall the first and last items in a series best, and the middle items worst." (Thank you, Wiki.) I am not really sure I remember many of my "firsts". I can remember my last noodle soup, last good joke, last girlfriend, last pizza, last cute gift. Having a hard time remembering any first ones of the things mentioned.  I remember my "bests" above anything else. The best sweater (my dad's heritage and it literally fell apart on me). The best drink (authentic home made Indian chai- flavour overload). The best trip (my first visit to the States). The best restaurant (OMG that crazy Ethiopian restaurant in Toronto). The best people in my life (and some of the worst ones). I'll start with the last... altough it's hard to talk about the last one (I'm not even entirely sure such a thing exsists #addic

A lot of time has passed and many things have changed. Hair is longer (and curlier). Days are (again) getting shorter. I went to Canada and came back. Worked many jobs. Visited many places (like... Canada). Took a picture of Ray Charles star on the Walk of Fame (not the Hollywod one, tho). Met many new people. Too many (turns out I'm an INFP, go figure). Got several new tattoos (my favorite type of needles). Moved around a lot. Fell in and out of love a couple of times. Changed a lot of underwear (not all mine). Did too many dishes (not all mine, either). But the core remains the same. I'm still going crazy for needles, colours and patterns. I'm back and this time we're aiming for the stars, Jack! (In a sense of keeping this blog running for more than a month. It's an INFP thing, you wouldn't understand. I hardly understand it myself.) Because life... that shit is all about perpective. Proof below. To the stars!