Showing posts with label scared. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scared. Show all posts

30/11/2014

Stupid little doodles from last month III.

On good ol' life…


[Warning: brutally honest drawings, not necessarily obeying The Globally Mandatory Law of Positivite Thinking]

26/10/2013

FFMSb Deleted Scenes

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Truth be told I got payed finally. I guess it was worth to be so very agressive and pushy once in my life.

12/09/2013

Fragments From My Sketchbook

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You know how much I love my colleague Csilla  whose going to have a baby soon of which (I mean who. Of who!) I won't be afraid, of what I even assured her by taking part in equipping the coming child with her very first pink things. And I am very happy for her (even though it means we have to do her job which we are incapable of) so am I for any of my friends having a baby, and they really should keep having the children they already do.

That been said – and referring to previous series about what my friends should stop doing and why – let us move onwards with our little lazy 365IP to discuss another serious issue of life. (Encouraging applauds are welcome, thank you.)



02/07/2013

Things I'm Going To Do After My Finals

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Have I mentioned that finishing and printing my exam work didn't went quite smoothly? Well it has something to do with the fact that two days before I worked on a special edition of our newspaper from 8 am. to 9.30 pm…

But do not dwell in the past, let's just be happy about the outcome which was a great success at school and on the internet as well. Partly because there is no similar work (at least not to my knowledge) yet. It is a calendar (of 2014) presenting the type history of the era between the invention of the movable type and the first computers. It's written in Hungarian, but I'm planning to finish the english version until 2014.

Well go on, check it out! 


12/05/2013

Fragments From My Sketchbook

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“They” also say  “There's no need to panic – said the parrot in in the cat's mouth. – Before he swallows you, they'll put you down two times.” Not sure if I should be happy about it, or completely freak out that I'm compared to an animal about to getting killed in the most brutal way.

Just the usual panic before July 28th.


10/07/2012

07/15/2012

So do you remember this whole freaking out because too many of my Facebook friends got married and I can't find them anymore because they all got new names and abnormally white profile pictures and the next thing you'll see is them with some babies? Well, it never ends!


07/14/2012



27/06/2012

06/25/2012

Drawing #1 



Drawing #2 


If you're experiencing that you can't find any of your female friends on Facebook any more, and also at the same time these weird, hell-knows-who-they-are names appeared in your friend list... If that is happening to you as well, then you are also in your 20s and/or have an awful lot of christian friends (no offense, but you know...) Now panic and freak out!

06/15/2012

Drawing #1


See how I don't hate you. I won't show you the link to this... um... song... so that it won't stuck in your head for eternety haunting you and coming up for every little impact like reading the words “They're” or seeing a picture of Napoleon.



Drawing #2



06/04/2012


06/01/2012

You waited well and here you go:



22/05/2012

05/31/2012


You know the thing they always tell people like me: “you are not a waste, you're just special, and you are beautiful this way” and stuff. As if “special” had become a synonym for freak.

But you know how it works: when you're trying to get a job, that kind of “specialness” is not desirable, thank you very much. So being an extremely shy, extremely clumsy person with extreme phobias, my only hope is to – somehow, magically – become someone else before I step foot in a job interview.

I guess, getting shocked by fear in the edge of the town (one of my inborn phobias); getting some manure in my freshly-washed hair; getting completely lost, then realizing that I went out of the town on the wrong road; being 20 minutes late; then not being able to speak about how awesome I am (which I am of course not, but which every not awesome person must testify on a job interview), or – not being able to speak about anything –… I guess these exhaust the concept of being myself. I won't be a secretary at Boros és Fiai Ltd.

20/12/2011

12/17/2011


Our teacher showed us the exam artworks of the Unversity of Art and Design's freshmen.

19/12/2011

12/02/2011



5 pm "What the heck am I doing at this school today?"
6 pm "What the heck am I doing at this school at all?"
7 pm "What the heck am I doing in this life?"
8 pm "YIPPIE YA YAY! ONLY ONE NIGHT UNTIL MY FAVOURITE LESSON!"