I got a haircut from the hairdressers 30 seconds away from my doorstep. I told him I wanted my fringe gone, so I got the number 4. It wasn’t quite short enough. I asked for the number 3 instead.
It feels light now. I like this feeling.
I was cleaning up my room when I got home. I started with the cork board, and threw away all our polaroid pictures and post it notes. They were written by you.
I was placing my books back on the shelf too, when I saw your letters. I remember I placed them there, so that I could read them over and over again whenever I wanted. I read them again one last time. “Hope we can pull through anything that comes in our away”. Could we?
I paused for a while, before I tossed them reluctantly into the trash can. All that we could have become, is now all we can ever dream of becoming.
The sunlight in the U.K breathes life into the souls of local students nowadays. Wherever the sunlight hits, the English will be there. No doubt. It’s strange, because back home locals go wherever the cold is.
I can’t wait to get on with Adobe Illustrator. The photos that have been released recently are so blurry. It’s annoying. It looks fine on my notebook, but once it steps into Facebook’s territory it looks fucked up.
Can’t wait to add value to the world too.
Stupid deadline. That’s not the main focus now. The focus is content.
Time to work on it.
Everyday I get new ideas; everyday they need to be sorted out.
But the thrill of getting new ideas everyday’s like a double-edged sword isn’t it?
At any given point, you have ideas that you want to pursue and you have ideas that are pursued and unsustainable.
It’s a lot of mental work, you know; but for the pursuit of that one great, I’d do it over and over again.
Give me 3 weeks from today to design a site. Deadline: May 7th.
This guy right here… You need to follow him la
Originally posted on A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself:
My house is haunted by a demonic talking skull
but no one believes me
because it’s wrapped in human flesh and technically we’re dating.
This piece was curated with the explicit permission of my real-life girlfriend who asked I clearly state that I do not actually think she is an evil talking skull, and that I love her very, very much.
- cmd + A to select all
- cmd + D to deselect
- Convert to Smart Object to make life easier
- T to transform
- Drag after pressing T with Shift to ensure photo ratio stays intact
- Drag a photo directly from its source to the open file to use it
- SLICE to keep dimension in check
- Rectangular marquee + delete to forgo crop
Other than that, you’ll never know when you (and your designer-coder-startup friend) might bump into a restaurateur-coder at a coffee shop and share each others’ ideas. When you do, foresee epic brainstorming and vigorous rethinking.
Personally, our chance meeting definitely made a big difference to everything we were (and still are) working on.