Surrealistic ten-year old.

Back to the basics

There's hardly anything better than 2-D japanese gay guys. Youka Nitta ("Haru wo Dateita") is a genius mangaka, although not that brilliant story writer. Sanami Matoh ("Fake") on the other hand is a great great writer and a pretty good graphic artist, too. I liked her when i was younger, probably cause its more fun than just sex and sex again, but now I just stick to Nitta's monothematic fluff man2man action.

This whole maturita thing may seem to drive me nuts, but believe me, I was into yaoi when I was 13 and I will always be. I have already written three complete concepts of my own 4 % comics, but I just dont have the nerves to draw it all. (Even though that Carl-Barat-y character doing it with the Ricky-Wilson-y character was more than a pleasant picture)

On Hiatus

(no real point of this pseudo Emil Holub here - i just love art. You know. Posh art. Really valuable, original art.)


From tomorrow its exactly 1 month (4 weeks) to the maturitas (or banana, but that's an inside joke)

I have this chart where i make stars that symbolize the amount of stuff i know from each question and so far this chart looks like a total wasteland. But I am off to Podělusy once again and I hope it will be as productive as the last time - I just gotta get more coffee somewhere on my way there. Lot of coffee. Oh yeah.

Basically I wanted to say I don't have time and I don't want to see anyone since he's going to teach me the EU structure or modern philosophy or avantgarde poets. It's not that I would be doing some serious study instead of possible hangouts with anyone. Um. I know I know, other people manage to study AND hang out with sexy mods AND take pictures AND be loved by all. Not me. Not me.

I have lots of things I want to do after the banana, so I swear I won't be this boring then.

I <3 those two day stubbles

I am afraid I've grown this scary little obsession with dr. House.

On the other hand, I love obsessions! Obsessions make my life all exciting and fun and foremost happy! Let's all be obsessed! Let's go and do a House roleplay! Ooooh... lemme be Cuddy, lemme be Cuddyyyyyyy pleeeeease! Or Wilson or Wilson! (Or basically anyone except Cameron. She sucks. And I am pretty jealous of her .D She kissed both House and Chase! That immunologist bitch.)

Behold! My House scrapbook sheet:

And duh, of course he's wearing nothing but the stethoscope.

Heart of Glass

so, basically, st. Valentine's day sucks and hating it sucks maybe even more, thus leaving me no proper opinion I could stuck to without sucking too.

I feel rather relaxed though. I guess I am getting more immune to all the last-year-of-highschool chaos. I am getting used to being single and I also can't really complain when it comes to people around me, cause the lack of any ambitions right now gets me rid of all the hate and envy and bursts of unhealthy competitiveness. My only little ambition revolves around art, so I tend to be a little hateful towards that guy who made it to graphic design in Plzen, but as soon as he's gone and far away I doubt this will bother me anymore.
I am such a loooovelyyyy person. I start to question if this is really me.

But this is me. I've got the heart thingie from Karin and I just totally love her for the way she gave it to me - just slipped it into my coat pocket, so I discovered it when I was leaving school - I was like "what the h... oh wow".

Art?

As far as art is concerned, I am not really enthusiastic right now, having to make it "only one of my hobbies" again.

Yet still I am not completely creatively dead.


This was a school assignment for the graphics seminar. The prof didn't get it anyway.


Me having a romantic mood. And a silly-LOTR-obsessed mood, obviously, too.


This was an assignment to Zlin for a change .D They probably thought it sucked, but I love it .D And I've learnt so much about the environment .P

PFs 'n' stuff

Duh, I don't get why do so many people have to piss me off when it's christmas. Seems almost unholy to me.

However, I've made these not-very-good-but-whatever PFs for all you reading this RUBBISH (oooh, I love this word coming from Nick Hodgson's lips!)
I am posting just the one with my dearest Sufjan, who is my bed warmer these days. ->

When I find myself in times of trouble...

As my psychologist says: You cannot love others until you learn to love yourself.

Duh. I am stuck in an attitude that makes me disrespect everyone, including myself. And what is worse, it's started two moths ago and it keeps on developing.
All right, there is something called "positive development", too, but honestly.. .I don't see it coming.

Christmas, though, are okay. It turns out that after all, family is the only group of people you can (more or less) count on and because they know you so well, there's no need to disguise your real selves, which I probably do all the time when in public.

I miss Karin.

I've made this photomanip for Fillip, who's being rather sweet and supportive tonight. (And we do not have anything going on between us. Alcohol is tricky)


Posting the original, too. We love the movie.

Art update.

Made these WPs for the Fake Tapes. First one is just kinda using the web site scheme, while the other one is taking the first and warping it into some kind of emo rubbish. Feel free to download.

Jesus! I am SO GOOD!

I can't believe my left hand created this!

I'm such a bloody genius.

*insert wedding march*

Spent some time at a REAL musician wedding. Or, more like a wedding afterparty, actually.

This guy, Canny of Obří Broskev, married the keyboardist, Olga. Canny is Czech RICKY WILSON, but more BRITISH .D despite the fact he sings czech.


And Vondráček w/ Erik, a perspective gay couple. No, no, Erik belongs to Adam V., right?


And to wank my ego (which is probably a disgusting czechism unnaturally brought to english) , here's the U2 tee I've made.

Filthy/Gorgeous

Cannot blame this on the Scissor Sisters though. (but they are queeeeeeeer)

So, going through a horrible *thebandI'drathernotmentionbyitsnamecuzI'mafraidtheywillcomeandgetmeaaaargh* slash spree lately, and I shall be disrespected for it, but cannot resist uploading the artwork.

What the hell, I don't care about anyone anyways, so I can post ANYTHING my majesty fancies


Aaaaah, it's the most drawable bassist along with the most popular singer! I admit I was pretty jealous of Adam's divine skills being adored by.. this... gentleman by the time I was thinking this up, but the way it was turning me on while I was actually making it, that defeated all the negative feeling pretty well.
Yeah and the title of this one i "Venus in Furs", by the way.


Aaaargh, this was even a better turn-on! Jesus, never thought this pairing might work, but it does, as long as we don't see *the left guy*'s "oh what the fu****g hell is goin on" expression and we see only *the right guy* (calling someone the right guy sounds pretty serious though .D ) 's totally *aaaaaaaaaw* look.


You won't appreciate this anyway.

I've just realized that since there's the band's name on the second one I did not have to put such effort into camouflaging their identity.

Spoiler warning!!

If you DON'T want to know what the new BC website is going to look like, CLOSE YOUR EYES! Quick!

I know I shouldn't, but I cannot resist the temptation! My sweet child! My whole evening's (!!!) work!


Still not a final version - have to change the headline, at least the colour.

Had to stop it.

Stop the silly thoughts about Šmity .D

I've made this pic of "me" (yup, not me, but only "me", for I doubt I will ever look like this, but.. whatever .D) and Vondráček and it was great making it. Weeeeee......

And you better fullview - I know you want to.

I'm a Monster

..a fucking monster, just like Adrian (I wanna whole lotta love) sings.

It's just that... bah... I feel kinda unused. right now, when I need to be used /in.. that...way/! I soothe my mind drawing weird stuff. By weird I do not mean artistically weird. I mean weird as in "That late night movie about that Dracula's concubines, mate, that was really WEIRD". This weird.
I can post one piece which is pretty innocent, compared to the others. I like it a lot, once again I could draw something I wanted, not something somebody else wanted, plus, this time it's even something I would pretty much appreciate to HAPPEN actually. It's a secret though. It's just that my own nightdreaming is manipulating me! Help!



AND check out his wonderful tum >.> drives me MAAAAAAAD <.< I don't recall any of my BFs ever having one, they all looked like they've just returned from Dachau or like cheap supermodels (not very much of these though).
no need to mention Adrian's GORGEOUS. Everyone can see.

Now we can officially burn the textbooks!

Yaaaaaaaaay. I've just glimpsed at my to do list and all the things in the "school" category are crossed!
Know what does that mean? I can do all that things I actually ENJOY! Like BUTTSECKS! (I mean drawing buttsecks)
Ok, this is pretty mild, but I have to shake down the shyness which holds me back when drawing homoerotic pics. I swear that by the end of the summer holidays I will be skilled in drawing any type of sexual intercourse .D and once I will be a cartoon porn artist. Kewl.
I am just thinking... having this extra time, I really should consider getting me a man, but I am terribly picky recently, and if someone seems to be worth it, I cannot force myself into any action.

So if anyone of you almost perfect guys in years 15-30 are seeking a summer romance (I have a photo-allergy though, so no sunbathing, tigers) , just let me know. We can do all this grass-lazing, eskimo kissing, fountain water splashing, non-intellectual movies watching, silliness challenges and dadaistic poetry writing.
Hat shopping.
Tesco nut section stealing.
Lyrics-on-just-three-chords writing.
Lame meals cooking.
The most silly compliment inventing.

Oh. I think I've just made myself kinda sad.

At least I don't have to go to school!

Yall O.C. lovers: kill me

It's been hell of a long time since I've done some proper photoshop manip and now - here we go. I'm not so much into the O.C., but tomorrow is the Mothers Day and I've been thinking what should I fill the couple frame I bought with, because I thought just pictures would be so not cool. and my Mom loves the O.C., and I kinda like Seth and my sis kinda likes Ryan, so I replaced their gfs' heads with ours and it came out so sweet .D

Born to be a columnist.

Decided to post my short czech essay /prostě fejeton pro Helenku/, which I've managed to do last night. It was cooking out of water /and I dunno if this can be used in english, but who cares. I do not/, but turned out kinda fine.

Nejisté investice

Nedávno jsem seděla doma s přítelem a najednou si všimnu, jak s opovržlivým výrazem sleduje mojí poličku nad piánem, kde schraňuji různé měsíčníky. Bylo mi hned jasné, že dostanu přednášku na téma „pokleslost a nesmyslnost plátků pro stádovité ženy“ – a nemýlila jsem se.

„Samé hadry! A přece nebudeš poslouchat rady nějakých ženských za zenitem, co si máš dávat přes noc na ksicht?“ začíná s obvyklým ohňostrojem znechucených poznámek, které přicházejí jako reakce na první stránky, tj. ty, které člověku předkládají přehlídku nejnovějších výrobků, aby jemně naznačily něco ve stylu „my na to máme, vy nikoliv“. V tom mi dojde, že bych mu ono periodikum měla dostat z rukou dříve, než dojde k mnohem nebezpečnějšímu druhu článků – o mužích. Nejsem však dostatečně rychlá.

„Po čem vám bude zobat z ruky?“ čte nahlas zděšeně, otáčí pár stran, „Co vyčtete z jeho zadku?!?“. To už musím zakročit, protože v očích se mu rozehrává něco, co hraničí s čirým šílenstvím, ruce se mu klepou a na čele mu raší studený pot. Malátně se zvedá a jaksi nepřítomně se omlouvá, že si najednou vzpomněl na jakousi veledůležitou schůzku (zcela zjevně na místě vymyšleného) ochotnického souboru.

O pár dní později už nejsme partnery a mně nezbývá, než vznést menší požadavek směrem k autorkám článků typu „Jak si udržet muže“ – zjevně by nebylo od věci do rohu stránky vložit černobílý rámeček, jako se tiskne na krabičky od cigaret, s nápisem „Zanechání tohoto časopisu v dosahu muže se neslučuje s pozitivním výsledkem zde uvedených postupů“.

I hate self-tans

When used on the wrong day of your cosmetic skill biorythm, you'll end up looking like a leper. But I believe that one day I will be so experienced in using this device of doom that noone will notice anything not really natural about my caribbean complexion. On that day I am gonna love myself.

Now - I just wanted to show you my three yaoi gods. Well. Not all of them are gay. But let's say two of them ARE.So, from the left: Noel, Bri and William, and all of them Richards'. So yeah, no incest here, some other characters are planned to intervene.

Noel - is the youngest, poetic, sensitive soul, introvert, loves reading and writing and likes to study, especially literature, history and philosophy. He used to play various instruments, pretty talented lad, but nowadays he does only flute and just to relax. Basically, people like him for his nature and sense of empathy, but he's not into socializing very much, so he keeps only few close friends, counting in his brothers. He was in love several times, but never had a real working relationship.

Brian - the middle brother. A perfect drama queen. His extremely extrovert character can be obnoxious sometimes, but generally he goes on very well with people, being able to cheer them up almost anytime. He needs to be in the centre of attention. He also draws and likes street art and design. His relationships are a lil bit superficial and he's aware of that, though he may not seem to care. Egomaniac with a good heart.

William - the eldest, but not the wisest everytime. He is very passionate inside, cannot stand injustice, holds grudges, does not trust people easily. In the search of meaning of his life, he tends to lose enthusiasm when disappointed by failure or bad luck. He is very strong and would never really give up though, he just has his blue moments pretty often. He's a maniac into music, especially indie rock, plays guitar on a high level, has a charismatic voice. When it comes to love, he takes it very seriously and is always honest and faithful towards his partner.

How lame is that?

I hate writing my own poetry. On the other hand yesterday the words kept falling from me for so long that eventually ended up with several pages of dumb czech stuff which I am gonna post.

Analyticko geometrická prohra

Chtěli, abych našel souřadnice bodu v prostoru
a já na to jen:
A nechcete raději, abych nakreslil pejska, jak loví hraboše?
Želbohu nevyšel jsem jako vítěz z toho hovoru.

Začalo být nějak teplo

Dnes půjdu a koupím si zmrzlinu v kornoutu,
ohlodám z ní čokoládu a rozkoušu oříšky,
nechám krém vsáknout do oplatky
a pak barevný celofán v pěsti zmačkám
a hodím do koutu.

Co s takovým

Myslíš, slibuješ mi, že až to bude za námi roky,
že sama sobě řekneš - a také tomu uvěříš,
že byl jsem vlastně silný, čestný, prostě dokonalý muž
ač jsem jenom lhal a plakal a pomlouval své soky?

V zajetí vkusu

Vím, žes nechala moje boty ve své předsíni,
doufáš snad, že je zase nazuji?
Ne, ty jen chceš, aby měl ten další moje nohy,
ale ne mé chyby, nejspíš bude mít obojí.

Práší se mu na lopatky

V rohu stál kostlivec a chyběla mu lebka
plastik trčel do prostoru a chytal prach
i já někdy postrádam hlavu, ba i páteř,
ale radši poběžím, než bych v koutě pách.