The dark visitor - murder at 155

I took a life the other day.

Man, I hate to confess my crimes, but my heroism protecting my property deserves it.

I killed a cockroach...



...but I so much wish it was a very large beetle. When you see a roach at home it means that you are no longer allowed to sleep well, when you see a beetle it means it got in from the garden below and that's the end of the story.

So there I am, happy, getting home on Friday after a bad day and a bad week at work. I turn around to turn the lights on and then, just as Doctor Who says, i see it back in the corner of my eye. A dark and ugly shadow, crossing the living room on its way to... please please please don't get in the bedroom or I'll never be able to sleep again... the bathroom.

Good, bathroom is safe, I have to clean it tomorrow anyway so bathroom is the least bad place were the monster could hide.

I followed it with my eyes, disgusted, terrified and... rebellious. How dare you get in to my sanctuary? all the living forms that enter here enter by invitation, you have not been invited in! oh how I hope you were a vampire roach, that way you would have stayed out waiting patiently for me to invite you in. Vampire roaches are totally acceptable, common ones are a curse.

Me being the tiny thingy on the ground and the roach the big white one.

If you ask me, it was as large as my fist. So, how should I get rid of it?

I need a murder weapon.

Why don't we have a 2nd amendment (for roaches only, please do not misunderstand me)??? hummm. All the stuff I keep at home is so pretty I cannot risk to squeeze the freaking gigantic bug with any of them. So sandals are sacrificed. I take one off. I feel empowered with my sandal in my hand, and then, then I realise I have to walk in the bathroom sandal in hand and one bare foot, and I chicken.

Deep breath, deep breath, and there I go, I walk in, look around and find the intruder under the door, moving its antennae. I want to think the bug felt its end was near... and hell it was. Hope it suffered for tresspassing private property.

First strike with the sandal, the bug escapes, I scream. I keep screaming. Strike two, bug lying helpless on its back, tiny legs moving. I scream again, close my eyes and... strike three. The bug is out. A huge mass of legs and white soft stuff all over the floor.

Yes, I am still screaming by then.

I got rid of the corpse as discreetly as I could manage given the huge amounts of organic juices oozing from the dead bug.

Dirty work done, I call mom.

I have not been able to look under my bed yet for fear of finding another uninvited guest.

Such is Life.

Fastart! My weekend in ten doodles

How I needed a little sun and relax, you can not imagine... Trust me you cannot.

Materials: Faber Castle wood pencils and moleskine.

This will be enough to survive the week. Btw, if you have not checked the new video feature in Instagram, go now and so it. Totally addictive! I may share some of my new found film director skills with you if you behave.

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and another idea...

as I said, 28 bring it on!

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Fastart! Moleskine (R) inspired art and other ramblings

I love complaining, I hope I have learnt over the years to complain in such a refined and elaborated way that makes the complaining less of an annoying defect but more of a character defining feature.

I simply complain, all the time, about the most stupid things. I complain about life's little daily complainable stuff, like getting up early, having a way too demanding job, being unable to lose weight (actually not even trying to), procrastinating, online shopaholism, bad quality washi-tape, people that steal staplers, the wheather (oh what a source of happy complaining), but above all else, I use this blog to complain about my lack of blogging habilities and my muse's long absences.

Over the past year I have discovered a great deal of blogs which, far from inspiring me to blog more, have deviated my attention from this blog and taken me to a far more comfortable reader-status.

And that is the point. Instead of posting more, I am posting less and less, why? oh why?

There was a time when writing a post took more than ten minutes of picture-theft on Pinterest or Tumblr, there was even a time when people wrote on Moleskine notebooks instead of blogging. And there was a time when not everyone declared themselves bloggers and shared with other non-bloggers the interesting stuff that happened to them (it was called coffee over the holiday pictures, for example).

As much as I fight to find interesting/funny/geeky stuff to post about, the more "inspirational blogs" I follow, the less inspired to blog I feel.
Well, just the other day, the tables finally turned. AT LAST.

The guys at Mr. Wonderful  discovered us this guy: Guillaume Kurkdjian, and it all came back (not the hey I'll repin a couple of pictures and come up with a blog post), the good inspiration came back, even if it was not blog-oriented.


Well, Guillaume Kurkdjian helped me go back to basics, and Moleskine my daily life. Yay!

He is a genius at designing animated gifs and other really fun digital stuff, but what I liked most about his website was his Travel Notebook.

Isn't it cool? so happy and colorful and fun. And simple.

And I wanted that on my Moleskine (R), really bad. So this weekend, I made myself a promise, to try and draw the daily stuff and the happy weekend plans and anything that comes to my attention for the next couple of months.

This exercise also reminded me me that I have a design block waiting to be filled, and a great color pencil case... and HUGE plans.

I also think the result of my first attempt at decorating my Molskine (R) was quite good. Of course it is bad that I say so myself, so I will let you praise me if you like. That is, after all the purpose of bloggin'. Telling a story and hoping people like it, and then they tell you they like it and you feel reassured and motivated to keep doing so. And maybe one they you will tell a story that is actually interesting. Who knows!

So now, ladies and gentlemen... your call:

 
 Such is Life.

P.S. Congrats to the newlyweds, loved my giftbolaget, syster, and loved the family time this weekend.

Friday's quote XI

Beware of fainting-fits, (...) beware of swoons, (...) a frenzy-fit is not one quarter so pernicious. It is a good exercise for the Body, and if not too violent is, I dare say, conductive to Health in its consequences -

                                                                                                                  - Miss Jane Austen -

Happy Friday! 

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My life's three greatests achievements. Age 27.

As my birthday approaches (yes, go check you FB calendars because it IS closer than I would even like to admit) I have taken some time to analyze my life at age 27.

27 is a pretty good number, and by 27 I should (or should not) have a long list of achievements, right? Well, I have to admit my list of real achievements is not too long.

But you know what? Despite the fact that some people may think that I share too  much information on this blog, I feel compelled to share them with you so here are...

MY LIFE'S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENTS, AGE 27:

ACHIEVEMENT #1 Dancing the Hula-Hop (age 5).

Those were long days, for my poor parents specially, who had to help me with the huge round piece of plastic. I am stubborn. Hula-Hop is now my wii specialty.

ACHIEVEMENT #2 Diving (age 9)

And it all started with a lie. I may or may not, who knows, have told a friend at school that I could dive (liar liar my pants on fire). That was before the summer, and I was supposed to go to swimming classes with that girl in September... so, I could not, of course, be caught in my lie, so again, my parents' enormous patience, a long summer of red tummy and ear infection and... yes! I could dive! That was also the summer I had to go to the hospital because an ear plug got stuck in my ear... Good times.

Stuborness again did the deal.

ACHIEVEMENT #3 Solving the Rubik cube (ages 13 to 27)

Unknowingly to myself, every four years of my life I endevoured to achive something (say my real first achievement was learning how to speak at age 1 more or less, followed by Hula Hop age 5 etc.) So at 13 I discovered the magnificent, nerve wrecking, time wasting RUBIK cube (R). And there my consistent achievement career stopped for... 15 long years.

There was one time when a girl at school solved it in 5 minutes before my own eyes just because she could see it. There was another when my uncle tried to explain there was an infalible formula to solve the cube... that was some time between ages 15 and 17...

And then, after long years in denial, a Rubik cube turned up at the office. No one wanted the poor ugly stupid cube... but me. Of course.

At first the cube was just impossible to solve. I will not explain this again for fear many may stop reading, but I swear on my one ring that it was impossible.

I could not live knowing that there was a cube around and that it could not be solved so... as you may have heard me say some times... when in doubt: WASHI TAPE.

And so I washitaped the cube, and appart from being the cutest Rubik cube in the history of mankind, it was also solvable again!!

So mom messed it up, and I started searching the web for a solution which I could understand and interpret and use. You know what? solving the cube, even with the instructions was a nightmare.

This started one week ago, and last night, some time between 1 and 1.23 am, it happened. MIRACLE of mathematics.

SUCCESS, I solved (with help yes) a Rubik cube before 28!

Now I can move on with my life.

If you are wondering, pics have been made pretty with the ABeautifulMess app. Great blog. Great App. These two sisters are rising my SYSTERBOLAGET spirits to soaring heights.

Explanation on SYSTERBOLAGET goes to the list of upcoming posts. Promise.

Such is Life.

28 - bring it on!

See you soon!

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