Banksy

I had been meaning to write this for a couple of days, but honestly hadn't found the time to until now. Besides, I'm not the type of person who would write about Banksy in 5 minutes, this required some deep thinking and contemplation (you probably won't notice that though because my writing is wacko).

So, Banksy. Banksy, Banksy, Banksy... Do I love that man. I am a huge fan of his works, as the urban art lover and hopefully one-day-to-be urban artist that I am (among many other different designations, I like variety).

He is a very big inspiration to me, considering I am into the whole Stencil Art thing. I, unfortunately, have never sprayed any of my stuff on the streets yet but I hope to one day. Probably when I have a bit more practice at it.

Banksy is so epic he doesn't even need to show his face and still people all over the world venerate him. I think all the mystery adds to his charm!
But truth be told what's really amazing about him is not only his skills as an artist, which are indubitable, but the social criticism in his works. He manages to approach serious subjects with a twist giving them humour. Not many can do that so well.

In all honesty Banksy isn't something that can be explained, he's something that has got to be seen to realize the wonder of it.

P.S: I started writing this before 10 pm. Just thought I should let you know how long it took me ahah.

Irony

I wonder if people notice the constant ironic tone to my writing, aside from when I'm talking serious matters. I really do. I think to myself many times "If they don't notice I'm kidding they're going to think I'm very very stupid, perhaps even plain out dumb".
I mean, I am ridiculous, in a way, I'm stupid too, in another way (and I don't mean that in terms of intelligence). Have I mentioned I'm blonde yet? I don't think I have. So well, I am, you've gotta go easy on me guys!

Anyway, I like to joke even if I sound like a fool most of my time.
Today I told my homie, who tends to wear those "condom head" beanies ( I do too but that doesn't count):
"I don't know if anyone has ever told you it's not in that head you're supposed to wear protection".
See, stupid! But I thought it was funny which makes me twice as stupid.
I thoroughly enjoy insulting myself, it amuses me. We can't take ourselves too seriously.

I think it's all the "me being aware of my decent mental abbilities" that makes me confortable in twisting them. I'm pretty nerdy if I may say so, and proud of it too.
It's not about "being a fun person" or "being a mature person", because can you honestly imagine yourself with someone who is always goofing around or someone who is always serious and considerate?
What matters, at least to me, is being able to be serious when needed but also be chill and fuck around and act stupid.

What is your opinion on that?

My pseudo-creepy face

An inspirational afternoon

Friday after school I went for a walk on the beach with my girlfriend. To be perfectly honest we couldn't have picked a trickier day to do it, but it was good none the less. It was cold and VERY windy, but I'm glad we went because otherwise I wouldn't have this to show:

I would really love to know who is the author of these masterpieces because I am in complete awe, and I really mean it. This dude is so talented, I hope these two beauties stick by and nobody remembers to fuck them up. I will seriously feel like murdering someone if next time I go there they are gone.

I've been getting very into painting and seeing this was very inspirational. I can't wait untill I get some time to paint and try out some of the ideas I've been having lately. I'm psyched!

Mantém-te Firme

"Há-de surgir um raio de luz no meio da porcaria, porque até um relógio parado está certo 2 vezes por dia." - Boss AC, Mantém-te Firme

That pretty much means: A ray of light will appear in the middle of the trash, because even a broken clock is right two times a day.
My homie wrote this in a comment, and well, it hit a sore spot...

Cookie Jar

Sorry, I just couldn't resist.


Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar [Feat. The-Dream]

School

My beloved Christmas holidays are over (actually, I love every holiday. As long as it means no school, I'm good!).
Tomorrow I'll be once again waking up at 7 am to go to school do, I don't even know what. I miss it, but I'm tired. I do need routine back though, and I can't believe I'm saying this.

On a lighter note, Rachel Maddow is sexy! There is nothing like a cute, smart, nerdy woman. I'm sold.
Oh and sense of humour, can't forget about sense of humour. Definitely a plus.

Longing

When is enough ever enough? Is constant unsatisfaction what keeps us going? I find myself having this conversation with myself over and over again.
Is it me who always wants more? Or are things really not up to standards?
I hate myself sometimes. I hate myself for my discontentment, for this restless longing. I wish I had a way of knowing if I'm the one who's wrong or if things are really not worth it.
I feel like I'm walking on a limbo, an inch away from falling through. There are moments when this anguish takes over me, frustration for what was and no longer is.
I miss afternoons with the glow of the setting sun surrounding me in a craddle of happiness, of the sense of peacefulness and safety I felt inside. I felt so big and confident. Now i'm just unsure.
As I read through this all I see is "I...", "me...", and it makes me feel so selfish. I wonder if it's really altruism what keeps me around or fear, cowardice. My opinion of myself as long degraded.
I wish I could get back that feeling, those feelings, now I always feel like I'm bellow expectations.
I feel this cold, this emptiness in me, and I feel like it is never going away. I just know it deep down. I knew it then as I know it now that things would never be the same, but knowing isn't enough.
I just need to fix this before I drive myself miserable. But alas, it's easier said than done.