Art From Afar.

While I continue to pass-not pass French, our school has received a few exchange students from France this year. Being somewhat an opportunist of sorts, I've managed to have a few conversations with one of them. 

Her name is Bianca and for whatever inexplicable reasons she likes a lot of the same things I do. This proves to me that perhaps yes, God probably does exist. 

Though let me not waste any time with my words. Here's two of her drawings:

In absolute shock and awe (and perhaps...envy) , I then asked her how long they took here to make:

"The first one took an hour and a half (I have it on me it's quite small) and the second one took an hour I think"

Wait, what?!

"Haha or maybe a bit more"

Okay.

P.S  I was also introduced to some Rimbaud, who's a very awesome French poet. 'Roman' is worth checking out... but don't worry, there's an English translation: 

http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Romance.html

A Certain Story.

This week's post is dedicated to a certain Pixie whom I owe an adventure.  :3 

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    A Certain Story


The scene is a certain school courtyard, full of certain adolescents. Boys and girls are criss-crossing haphazardly and are bustling about, caught up in their respective little lives. They go in, out, from and to their tiny and certain daily adventures. 

A certain boy and a certain girl look at each other as they walk,  their eyes meet.


CERTAIN BOY: 

When I look at a girl in the eyes, I imagine both of our lives up until the singular moment of iris and iris, me and her. I imagine us somewhere in the beginning of a little chick flick movie of sorts.  Or the starting line of a flowery poem. Or the prologue of some great literary novel... Though that moment of pupil and pupil is the first climax in our mini romantic comedy.

I can see the whole story being laid out:

The nervous greeting, the fruitful giggling, the blossoming smile. Then the shy hand-holding, warm hugs, the sweet first kiss, the lusty grab and tag and rustle in whatever shadowy make-out spot in the school. Followed by commitment, sentiment,  "I like you"s , "I need you"s,  "I miss you"s, "you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't wanna lose you"s and finally- "I love you"'s.

And then of course the inevitable bored, lifeless, un-innovative, sad, miserable, heartbreaking and mundane conversations that happen once the mysterious honeymoon period disappears. The under-appreciation and the desperation and perhaps some cheating, but more likely to be found is loneliness.

This then ends in a 'break' or break-up, which are essentially the same thing.

However that may not be the end just yet, they might just get back together. Maybe. Maybe not. But no one has that much time to worry so... On to the next big thing.

But-

I can already see that whole story being laid out:

The nervous greeting, the fruitful giggling, the blossoming smile. Then the shy hand-holding...



CERTAIN GIRL:

Why... why is he looking at me like that?

End of scene.

Image from 'Blue is The Warmest Colour' by Julie Maroh. Read it. It honestly might just change how see people. Plus, it's ridiculously beautiful.