pegasus horse cake.

blog no longer

i noticed this site is still getting visitors despite being inactive for ages, so just to be sure:

paper sparrow is my new site.

i will not be posting here anymore, so change your blogrolls/link lists/etc.

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new site (still working)

paper sparrow

also, t-shirts are on sale!

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break-up, shmeak-up. kelly clarkson was right!

almost 2 weeks to go, kids. 2 weeks. then i shall be a proto-design graduate for a month. i might make it to the end of year show in london this june (the lady that gave a portfolio advice seminar said i had to display my stuff in the west end).

also (the main point of this reluctant post): the new site is on the move - i just got the domain. it feels like my very own brand new apartment, with an amazing day-long visit to ikea to follow (and i get to go on all the kiddie hammocks and hanging chairs and crawl through the tents as per usual).

along with the new place, i will start screenprinting shirts on demand for selling purposes.
they are:
1. deery me
2. oakeydoke (f)
3. oakeydoke (m)
4. tweet twig
5. skinny beech
6. one stag army
7. hidden
8. birdie

now, back to work.

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*** update!

this blog will be closing shortly.
why? because i am shedding the idle decaf activist skin and will be starting a new one, once the hiatus/absolute concentration on final project work concludes.
knock on my door if you want the new url, and i will send it to you once it's ready to go:
papersparrow at googlemail dot com

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i'm going to have an emo cloud over me for a while.
it's on a string tied to my index finger.
my self esteem has been critically damaged by a demolition ball and i'm attempting to nurse it.
i need some time out from everything.

thank you for your patience.
see you.

ps. flickr is excluded from the hiatus.

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of septic relationships: sometimes amputation is best.

i was surprised at the detection of a smile that had ventured onto my lips when i took my keys out to open the front door. on my way back home, i had undone my ponytail, my pace had picked up from lethargic foot-dragging to energetic strides.
i had been left with an inmense empty space in my mind, all the worry and doubts and frustration had been flushed away. i wondered what to do with it. i was reassured.
with a look in the mirror in the entrance, i checked it was really me and not someone else. i felt out of synch with the mascara smudges. i promptly cleaned them.
there is closure. there is release.

but if i am so relieved, why do i curl up and hurt so bad?

(now i'm angry. now i'm sad. now i'm laughing. now i'm crying.)

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they kick you when you're already down.

on my way back home, some guy shouted from a car passing by:
'yoooou'renotfiiiiit!'
well up yours, pallie.

sniffles.

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yes, this is true and accurate.

Find your own pose!

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ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow owie.

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dammit, jim!

a little morale booster i found during a game.

oh yeah. and today i got a (generous) lift to the apple people here in maidstone. they have confirmed the impending death of my ipod, only four months after the warranty expired. which is why i won't get a free replacement.

r.i.p. ipequeñita.

(i hate apple now. so much. you don't expect something that cost you almost 400 pounds to die on you after a year.)