tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44469290758998078382024-02-19T02:27:04.883-08:00Boredom as Creative forceMiss Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252741419229731727noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-9864039580763165702010-05-07T08:31:00.000-07:002010-05-07T08:31:28.534-07:00Testing Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR8SdMH3k6T24Ajv2F4uPTvDwObOg3Mf_jURUKyPlNDfAyG32fnzsJkrhql0Ph_iU5AilHtO-ISBeKj63GsJfz_VPOeV8ScvLD5HjN7Thb4Tf6xUdNeyndjc_n6IOpyGsdMW4Y2rcJF0/s1600/esbo%C3%A7oboredom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSR8SdMH3k6T24Ajv2F4uPTvDwObOg3Mf_jURUKyPlNDfAyG32fnzsJkrhql0Ph_iU5AilHtO-ISBeKj63GsJfz_VPOeV8ScvLD5HjN7Thb4Tf6xUdNeyndjc_n6IOpyGsdMW4Y2rcJF0/s320/esbo%C3%A7oboredom.jpg" /></a></div>Dª ZARZANGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16737987836759722581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-41220139389419791372010-03-01T07:18:00.000-08:002010-03-01T07:43:17.926-08:00Call Center Nightmare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwvDN-c-bIa5Q_-EQWEFkzlPie9RG2o_IbSKOCGpAkm-uVfZhb_vBsSjNRdLCP106GCaJTpcWHEQCGOA4u1IUEblHMVgSs0HOL6w1B4srZ5_WzpSbtOgQLF2Njabqt3lAHkn0vcM7WqQ/s1600/aglunar6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwvDN-c-bIa5Q_-EQWEFkzlPie9RG2o_IbSKOCGpAkm-uVfZhb_vBsSjNRdLCP106GCaJTpcWHEQCGOA4u1IUEblHMVgSs0HOL6w1B4srZ5_WzpSbtOgQLF2Njabqt3lAHkn0vcM7WqQ/s400/aglunar6.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I made this sketch during my horrifying call-center experience...argh.</span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1267457980022" style="text-decoration: none;"><br style="text-decoration: underline;" /></a>Dª ZARZANGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16737987836759722581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-76614837865091460702010-02-20T07:57:00.000-08:002010-02-20T07:57:43.889-08:00A Really Small Castle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6f7edzGtokVnezgmKibv5WnM9pj45A8AP2gJgGV5E3ZB0SaWgpnrlp5ZI4TTUxVKuGVXwExajcj5Yvt_CjHNpZUyIfzjTWF6lXPky9A_83fm1jUcSWn2bb3lVUMn18TLINdUEfaY3Fwg/s1600-h/umcastelo+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6f7edzGtokVnezgmKibv5WnM9pj45A8AP2gJgGV5E3ZB0SaWgpnrlp5ZI4TTUxVKuGVXwExajcj5Yvt_CjHNpZUyIfzjTWF6lXPky9A_83fm1jUcSWn2bb3lVUMn18TLINdUEfaY3Fwg/s200/umcastelo+copy.jpg" width="143" /></a></div>I start with a tiny one...Dª ZARZANGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16737987836759722581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-75199509993483165552010-02-11T04:28:00.000-08:002010-02-11T04:30:12.983-08:00Random Words 2The other day the sound of a piano in seagulls wings whispering, almost unheard…<br /><br /> The timing of nature… reflex of music in a controversial way… The waves on the river sang along the piano’s tears, I watched the sun penetrate the far ocean…<br /><br /> Within’ the seagull’s clumsy flight, the choir of waves and the sad piano, man ran like blood in a mad machine veins…so far from this tiny details that could in fact change his life…even for a second…he would fell empty but great inside.Miss Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252741419229731727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-29353742280944374102010-02-11T01:05:00.000-08:002010-02-11T02:08:56.075-08:00The Manga Frustration...1<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk223/Nanduri/JigokuTenshi/EvilNan-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />This is a draw I did for my avatar on a forum I use to go.<br />It came out from a moment of deep boredom, in one hour I had it drawn, then I tried to color it on photoshop...(I hate photoshop...!)...that lead me to boredom again and I didn't finished it...maybe one day...Miss Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252741419229731727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-74588316850045698022010-02-10T23:18:00.000-08:002010-02-11T01:04:07.168-08:00Random Words 1In deep fear of suffering waves, man runs from is own soul and nature.<br />Man as normal as many men, thought for one small second, they could fulfil such destiny, as the freedom of thought…<br /><br /> Such an illusion…Such hope…<br />They say we have free speech…that we can express in every way we know… but all I see is a deep manipulation of pure minds, corrupted by a selfish mind, conscience, identity, creature…no other then man itself.<br /><br /> We create our demons and angels, our heaven and hell, but wouldn’t this be it, what we so call, this infamous state…, the present?<br />Hell without heaven makes no sense, so why should it be a heaven without hell?<br /><br /> No wonder men lost his ways… no wonder…<br /><br /> I sometimes ask myself the meaning of such thoughts…complex simplicity of words…so many meanings…such limited communication.<br /><br /> I wonder if the world would be a better place without the human race…Miss Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252741419229731727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446929075899807838.post-76255306743189036892010-02-10T00:08:00.000-08:002010-02-10T02:33:41.626-08:00Boredom...<em>"Boredom is an emotional state experienced during periods lacking activity or when individuals are uninterested in the opportunities surrounding them."</em><br /><em></em><br />Boredom is a constant state of mind for me, most of the times it is frustrating...<br />From classrooms to appointments, workplaces and transports...Boredom as been like a close friend...I deal with it for so long that I'm trying to use it as "something" I didn't find yet.<br /><br />So at this moment I'm at work, breaking the "no internet" rule...Looking for a way to express some good and bad stuff that boredom brings.<br /><br />At the same time I got a blanc paper in front of me...I want to draw...but I don't know what...Blocked with all the stupidity that is to work in a callcenter...where expression becomes torture.<br /><br />This blog will work as a scketch book, scrap book, crap book...well...Whatever comes from boredom.<br /><em></em>Miss Petrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15252741419229731727noreply@blogger.com0