50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
+ de 50 CONSEJOS PARA ESTUDIANTES DE DISEÑO GRÁFICO
Escrito por Chii-Original.
Por motivos de que ya acabé la licenciatura les comparto este magnifico tutorial , con tips y consejos que me hubieran ayudado al momento de entrar si alguien me los hubiera dicho.
Espero que los lean y los pongan en práctica , porque en verdad ayudan. Espero que no cometan los mismos errores que yo cometí y disfruten su carrera.
Les deseo muchos éxitos a todos los que esten empezando su carrera o quieran estudiar diseño gráfico.
¡Vamos a los tips!
1.Escojan una universidad que tenga laboratorios visibles de diseño gráfico. Que cuenten con programas tales como Photoshop e Illustrator como básicos. No se preocupen si usan Mac o no, esto es relativo, ya que en la vida real muchas empresas no tienen suficiente capital para pagarlas. Y , es muy importante , que esten certificadas por el ministerio de educación
Letter Of RecommendationBefore you walk out, hear me out--Letter Of Recommendation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girl, there is no doubt
you're going long routes;
just recollect this future reference:
Hold up; hold it down--
Sugar rush in high heels
is not the only way out;
not what it's all about.
Let things run their course--
Walk in other people's shoes;
Take a stand, corrected.
Now, turn around--
Display every angle of this attire;
it suits you rather well.
Take a seat for this--
I could break it to you easy, but;
bliss is ignorance.
& whether life's weather foreshadows a breeze--
you're gonna fall hard, swept off your feet
to weak knees. It's not over; it's over
Before you dive in, test the waters--
Girl, he's still your Father,
you're gonna go farther;
just forget those past recollections.
FallingI claw at the dust in the air and catch only tearing windFalling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Backward down, hair slashing my face
I lose control but awareness is agonizingly intensified
My stomach, my lungs smashed against my ribs
Somehow my heart increases to a death defying tempo
Mocking my mind with its sweet vitality
Desperate acceptance doesnt chased away fear
It only makes it that much worse knowing
Rag doll limbs limp and flailing, the air burning exposed skin
Clothing rippling above and clinging painfully below
Sound is irrelevant but sight and touch kill before I land
Face in anguish, growing smaller, mouthing urgent words
I want to scream apologies but half strangled sobs emerge instead
My tears float around me before impact, my muscles tighten
Making letting go harder and making survival impossible
I brace myself
And awaken in a cold sweat
Just to know you are aliveJust to know you are alive4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You bleed just to know you are live...
It had been almost three years already, the time had fly for some people but I still felt like I was stuck in this frame of time. I remember that day very well even though Hungary try to cover my eyes, sometimes I wish she had actually cover them completely but missing his last moments makes my heart clench at the same time
"Ca-Canada please let him go" I was still holding onto his lifeless body, the blood dripping from my hands and covering the now red snow
"noo we need to call an ambulance! Please I know he can still be ok " I kept crying the whole time looking frantic to the sides for the sign of help
"He " she hesitated "he is not coming back " I looked at her in anger setting him on the cold ground
"Why did you stop me!!!!" I had stood up and was screaming at her face, I'm sure no one had ever see me react like that before "you guys were friend weren't you! Why would you let him die if you knew what was going on, wa
Severus Snape and the Fall...Severus Snape stood in line for the concert he had been waiting for for the past 3 months. He would never admit to anyone at the school that he would ever be here, it would just be too embarassing if his fellow professors knew that he still hadn't outgrown his love for Muggle hard rock as he grew up. He certainly hoped that none of his students would ever find out. How would it look if the head of Slytherin house was found standing in line with mere Muggles waiting to get into the arena to see a group of four musicians? He had his arms crossed so no one would see the hideous mark on his arm that he had gotten when he was young and foolish. Of course, he was dressed like everyone else, black jeans and a black t-shirt, his lank black hair falling about his face and reaching his chest. He looked like everyone else except for the slim ebony shaft in the hidden pocket of his jeans.Severus Snape and the Fall...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After what seemed like an eternity, the line started moving and they were finally allowed to go inside to find
IntetarAlguien dijo sin prisaIntetar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que los hombres no lloran
yo no se quien lo dijo
pero quiero advertir
que le que siente en su pecho
que las penas afloran
tiene todo el derecho
de llorar y sufrir
El que calla su llanto
callara su alegria
el simetrico opuesto de reir es llorar
como el sol y la luna
es la noche y el dia
cuando mas has sufrido
mas aprendes a amar
Si contara los golpes
que me ha dado la vida
y las puertas que nunca
me quisieron abrir
seria enorme la suma
de la inmensa medida
de castigos y engaños
que aprendi a resistir
Cada "NO" que escuchaba
se crecio en mi memoria
y jamas el orgullo
me dejo claudicar
si al final del camino
encontre la victoria
se lo devo a una cosa
The OutletThe Outlet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lamont was raised in a family where connections were everything. He was by no means rich, but that was exactly /why/ connections were so important. If you couldn't afford something, you called in a favor; that was how, even as a child, Lamont's life worked. Everyone supported one another, but ultimately, it was your own neck on the line and you had to step up and be sure you did your part.
So, when he got into his last year of high school and his long-running job of bus boy at a family-owned restaurant had to end due to the company closing, Lamont was out looking for a new job. He didn't have to look very far; he never did. All he had to do, in honesty, was make a few phone calls and charm his way into a few interviews.
His new job as a waiter at The Queen's Table was set in stone, and he got paid rather well; far better than Gerald's Pizza and Salad Bar, for sure.
Though, as usual, when Lamont was covering tabs left and right for his friends, namely Luce Worth, questions did rise. Lam
Del amor desesperadoDel amor desesperadoDel amor desesperado7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amarte es querer beberme el universo
y en suspenso desangrarte,
desearte con tanto esmero
que temo algún día poder encontrarte.
Amarte es romper los cristales
que atan cada fantasía,
e intentar recuperarte
de entre mis más tristes días.
Eres como fuego en mi
y al mismo tiempo, eres hielo,
pues congelas mi existir;
los momentos son eternos.
Amarte, lo juro, es verso
sin rima ni libertad,
sin decisión, sin tormento;
es poesía, nada más.
Todo es un preámbulo de ti,
de tus miradas, de tus silencios
me envuelves en tu vivir,
me robas los sentimientos.
¿Qué hacer ante el dulce amor,
que fastidia pensamientos,
que nos induce al terror,
a la locura y al sufrimiento?
Sin embargo yo te amo,
bajo la máscara y el telón;
atrás de los juramentos,
escondida en el perdón.
Y te deseo tanto que muero
en cada filosofía
que menciona que la vida
se va sólo entre unos besos
To My BrotherMy mother tended her first yield tender,To My Brother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with slender fingers interlocked in a cradle
placed over her ripe stomach,
the calluses raised from farm labor
serving as little pillows for her son.
The first time she felt the quake underneath her flesh
the little feet,
the kicking feet that would someday hold up a man
she whispered his name,
The son rising in the east to reflect her soul.
But dawn broke too early,
stretching its scarlet, wet arms over her underwear,
spitting defiance in a rush of water soaking her feet.
On the way to the hospital,
she clutched her splitting stomach,
screaming and pleading to the impatient babe,
Too soon, too soon!
But he was too much Icarus;
too eager to reach the light.
Finally, when the doctors extracted what was inside her,
she heard no sound of a baby boy crying,
only a beeping monitor tracking the beat of an incessant heart,
Let me see him.
With cold hands,
the doctors presented
Prisionero_adiosLlora, lloraPrisionero_adios5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mientras se marchita tu esperanza.
La decisión está tomada,
Nada hay que te ayude.
Al infierno en un bote.
Mientras aun tienes voz.
Observa el horizonte
Enmarcado por la arena rosada,
Decorada por el sol mortecino.
Más allá se encuentra tu destino,
Tu fatal destino.
Las anclas se han elevado,
Y en el puerto solo un ave
Se despide de ti;
Adiós anhelos, adiós a tu libertad.
Tu vida pasada, ya no volverá.
Tus marchitas esperanzas se esfumaron.
Agonizando día a día, hasta que
El fin la fecha llego
El día de tu partida, el día del adiós.
La indulgencia a tu condena.
Baja la cabeza ante el juez inmisericorde;
Tal vez, tal vez cambie de opinión.
Tal vez sea benevolente contigo
Y puedas cumplir ti sentencia conmigo.
NdinonziMy name is Rufaro. I'm turning nine soon. I like going to school, even though I have to walk a long time to get there, because I can meet my friends. Some of them are from other villages, and I wouldn't see them if I didn't go. I like some of my teachers. Ms Machegutu is very nice. She says I'm a good pupil, and maybe I can go to high school if my grades are good. I don't think I will, Baba doesn't make enough money. He gets drunk very often, Amai says it's because times are hard. I don't understand. Times have always been hard.Ndinonzi8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tendai. I'm 22. I've been living in the capital for 4 years now. Even though I have my A-levels, it's hard to find work. The people here are smarter than I am, some make fun of my accent. But I work hard. I don't smoke, and I don't drink a lot. I always have some money when I go home for my parents and my aunts. My little sister can go to school, and she is always very happy when I bring her a new dress. Last year, I met some guys that sell Katshasu.
Remember, RememberOne hundred and nineteen years laterRemember, Remember7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Five dark, chilly days into November and as many since theyd come and burned Feathers, Wesley woke abruptly in the middle of the night to find his deceased pet perched on the windowsill beside his bed, watching him.
He didnt need the bitter clutch of the icy air to tell him he wasnt dreaming. The clock had gone seventeen soft ticks past five-eleven in the morning and it was still dark in his tiny room, but the scene was as real as the nightmares that patrolled the streets and as stark as innocence lost.
Wesley hadnt been able to protect him.
No animals, one of the rough men in dark cloaks reminded harshly during the troops nightly search of the village. He grabbed Feathers and held him carelessly upside-down by one lean leg, the birds distressed squawks jarring in the horrified silence of the kitchen. Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but his mothers fingers dug into his shoulder.
My Mother Is a Traffic ConeMy mother is a traffic cone. She wasn't always one, though. She used to be a real person, with hopes, and dreams, and legs. But now she's a traffic cone. She used to sit, knee high and bright orange with a white line around her tip, on the corner of West 46th and Broadway, across from the Doubletree, where road repair is a year round thing. Now I'm not sure where she is. But I know that she's a traffic cone.My Mother Is a Traffic Cone9 years ago in Humor More Like This
In her past life, my mother was an attorney. An expensive one. Very successful by every definition. She divorced my father just after I'd registered for my last semester of college, once all my loans were in his name and his name only. The divorce bothered me more than I thought it would. I had always been Daddy's little girl. I could talk to him about anything. Mom was harder to talk to, off in her own little world with her own little problems. Dad was an attorney also, for the same firm. His best friend in the office represented Mom, he represented himself. Odds are she was havin
KKM: Crown of Flowers - Ch 1Crown of FlowersKKM: Crown of Flowers - Ch 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Dejiko Mew Mew
"There! It's done!" Yuuri smiled to himself. He took the item in his hands and left the garden. It wasn't too long before he had located his target. "Ah! Wolfram!"
"What is it, Yuuri?" the blonde asked casually, turning around. He jumped back a bit when he met Yuuri's unusually ecstatic face. "Wh-What is it?" he asked again, a bit more rushed.
Yuuri moved his hands from behind his back and revealed in his palms a crown of flowers.
"Tada!" he beamed proudly.
"What... is it?" Wolfram asked one last time, this time an air of confusion in his tone.
"It's a crown!" Yuuri squealed happily. He quickly placed it upon Wolfram's head.
"I can see that, but..." he sighed. "What for?"
"Well, it's been one year since I first came to this land," Yuuri explained, "and therefore, one year since we've met."
Wolfram's face instantly reddened. His usual suave manner was thrown off as he tried to respond and could only stammer incomprehensibly.
"Th-Thanks," he retorted qu
Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends PrologueThis year, you're now a 4th year/senior student and this is the last year of you, being a highschool student. First day of school starts at spring. In your look, nothing changed, just your uniform, your skirt was cut shorter, and your hair was clipped at the left side. At school, nothing changed too, you still have your bestfriends, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis, they're also senior students this year. They never change... still the Moron Trio.Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day you transferred at your current school, they're the first ones who approached to you and want to become friends with you. You're not an anti-social so you become friends with them within 1 day, you guys were already that close. The day you still hadn't come at the school, they were called the "Bad Touch Trio", Now, they're are called "Bad Friends" including you.
Ever since the day you attended the school, you suddenly have one or two hate clubs for being TOO close to them, but the trio had it shutted down, but you knew there were st
AfterlifeAfterlife10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
I Need YouI Need You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyday I wait to hear the sound your messages bring
Wait till the moment I see you agian
I sit and look at the clock
Count how many minutes till the next moment we next meet
I begin to wonder
Let my mind think
I love you
I can't seem to be at peace
Because I am missing the thing I need the most
Missing what makes my day complete
You and I mean so much to each other
You and I are so wonderful together
You are everything to me
All I ever need
I look for what I am missing
I'm so unhappy at times I could cry
But you stop my tears
I'm so happy at times I cry
And you bring those tears
I kiss you
Through a screen
And wonder if I will ever be able to do it for real
Sometimes I sit
After you have gone to bed
And I look at the things we said
Wonder the things I wanted to say
Think of the things I wish we could do together
Every day we talk from afar
I sit in my home
As you sit in yours
And we type the things we want to tell each other
But you and I cannot hide behind our computers forever
IgnoredSurrounded by peopleIgnored8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But so separated
She looks at her friends
But they can't see
Why can't they see the fear in her eyes?
Can't they hear the concern in her voice?
She tries to say something
But is ignored
Give up, and put on a pleasant tone
While darkness begins to close in
ColorsFeelings thatColors7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could only paint pictures on my fingertips
I want to portray
something more vivid than Dreams
If only waterfalls could flow
spontaneously like time
Then maybe that reality I want
Could collide with my canvas of overflowing memories
And create an incomplete desire
That could show the reflection of the window that is stained with deep colors
Deep colors stain the clear glass window.
MG Story Contest EntryGreensburg was a sleepy little town where not much happened. The citizens didn't mind this fact one little bit. They were happy not to live in a city like New York where people were mugged and killed daily. The houses were neat and tidy, each one a white house with a red door and green shutters, and the driveways were lined by flower beds. It was an almost creepy picture of perfect domestic life. Yet, as night fell, though no adult in town ever mentioned it, there were lights seen dancing across the sky. The children of the town, from the ages of eight to eighteen, questioned what the lights were and where they were coming from, but no adult would mention it or talk about it. They all acted as though they saw nothing, though some nights the lights were so bright only a blind man wouldn't notice it.MG Story Contest Entry8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Deep beneath the ground was a research facility built long before the town was built run by one man's family for generations all for the express purpose of finding a way to open the gate. Th
Experience in Black and WhiteThe cool, crisp water washed past Kejital's face as his body broke the surface of the water, lancing through it like a harpoon, clad in only a pair of green and purple swimming trunks as he ventured deeper.Experience in Black and White8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Thanks to the pair of goggles that encircled his head, not a worry crossed his mind about getting saltwater in his eyes. Unfortunately, he thought, there was no way to decrease the pressure that he felt on all sides of him as he swam even deeper, goosebumps forming on his skin as the water decreased in temperature, along with altitude.
For what reason he had gone diving here, he did not know, and frankly, didn't care. All he knew was that the water was calling to him, and he desired to swim at the moment. Though he knew where this could lead, he frankly didn't care, the speck of caution being forced to the back of his head.
The urges pumped through his muscles, and ran through his veins, urging him to dive even deeper with what little breath he had left. The water pressed in on all
AkuRoku Drabble ::reunion::AkuRoku Drabble ::reunion::8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roxas stared, stock-still, as the door opened and then closed again. His gaze froze on the figure that had stepped through and was now leaning, tentatively, against the wall, staring right back at him with a look that he was sure must match his own. He could feel the prickle of tears in his own eyes, and saw the telltale shimmer of tears in those familiar emerald orbs.
"Axel..." he whispered, surprised to hear his own voice crack and break and fall to the floor in millions of tiny pieces, shattered memories in one moment that were pulled together in the next, in an entirely new way that made all the past seem both better and worse and made the years and months of pretending and wishing seem, finally, worth it, as those oh-so-familiar lips parted and that voice that had haunted his dreams for days and weeks and months finally spoke.
Then it was all over, their vocal reunion, their wishes and hopes and dreams and relief and all the emotion that was running through them. It was