Il faisait frais[e]

March 30, 2008

Lhasa 3-14

I never realized how strongly I felt for Tibet until I was forced to make a stand. …But I don’t fight; I deplore.  I don’t have what it takes to reveal those Western shitstirrers for what they really are.  I don’t try and comprehend the stifling political issues of the East.  I only know that because of some selfish individuals, countless innocent people have had to pay with suffering and loss of lives.

I have only one wish, for the one thing that can make any difference and further peace at this point.

Can’t we all have the truth?

Why can’t the world just step forward and see?

I was always taught that it was wrong to be sanctimonious.  But I live in a country where the government has very flexible morals.  The world is only allowed to perceive in one way.  If I speak out, I will be ostracized. So where is this invisible freedom?  When did it become a lie? 

March 2, 2008

Marie Curie

Filed under: Personal

Nothing in life is to be feared, just misunderstood[1]. :O

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 x’D Sorry, Marie Curie.  You’re wise.  I make wisecracks…heh heh heh…

It is, after all, 12:44 in the morning.  I also took the SAT within the last 24 hours.  Those are my excuses for lack of coherency, ok? 

[1] The original quote from Marie Curies reads: "Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less."

March 1, 2008

Because the world begins and ends with

Primary female cast of Iff

From left to right:
Kary, Megan, Kirisha, Craiga, Denny, Lydia, and Randi

Kary and Lydia are sisters.  This tidbit was decided after the picture was completed, that’s why the two don’t look as though they’re related.  However, for purposes of plot, I later decided the two must be siblings. So please think of them that way.

As I briefly described once to someone who asked, "Il faisait fraise is the story of some friends who try to move the world so that it will never be winter and so they won’t ever have to be separated. It’s a sci-fi high school drama sequential doodle of mine."

Anyways, here is the beginning (and the end) of it:

  The balloons bumped and squeaked against each other.  The girl looked up at the floating bundle she held in her hand.  Silver, pink, and robin’s egg blue bobbed against a pale grey sky.

  "I can’t take you with me.  I can’t take all of you with me.  But how I wish I could.  Actually—and you know this—I wish I could stay here with you."  She waved to her friends in the distance.  One or two saw her and waved back.  She smiled.

  Before going into the lobby, she stood out in the parking lot and relased the balloons into the sky one by one.  She watched them float away, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the invisible sun.

  Above, airplanes crisscrossed the dome of the world with white steam trails gradually diminishing in their wake.

  "This is where our story ends."

Stay tuned for more art and words~


February 6, 2008

What’s that…French?!

Well, no.  It certainly is not legit French but a pun on my misspelling of "il faisait frais" (meaning "it was cool out"). With an ‘e’ on the end, frais becomes fraise, which means "strawberry"…That’s where it all starts.

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