50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes5 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
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
ColorsFeelings thatColors6 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.
Letter Of RecommendationBefore you walk out, hear me out--Letter Of Recommendation3 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.
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.Ndinonzi7 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.
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
Tennessee DragonTennessee DragonTennessee Dragon7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1: Mysterious Beverages
It was around 2 a.m. and everyone had gone to bed except Lee. He was a true deviantArt fanatic and was on the site as much as possible. It was hard at first though since he had to keep his account secret for the first couple of weeks until his parents found out.
Suddenly, Lee heard a familiar sound, a rattling metal fence. He let it go assuming it was a cat; being that there were many felines in the area. Around 30 seconds later he heard it again, going the other way! Lee knew something was up and, knowing he was the only one who heard it, went to the back door to have a look. He knew he was the only one who had heard it due to his acute hearing which he assumed came from being half blind in one eye with an astigmatism.
Upon flipping on the porch light, Lee saw a case of Coke(the soda). He thought it odd that the company delivered the drinks to his home, especially at 2 in the morning. There was something odd about them though: the bottl
Adventure of a Lifetime Ch.1Adventure of a Lifetime Ch.17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
TF Story 1.1
James: about five eleven, dirty blond hair, and glasses, walked down a street. He was a clumsy type of human. But what he lacked in grace, he made up for in smarts. Well not smarts really, but dreams. He had always had the feeling that he was destined to be someone else, but was never able to find what he was looking for, so to speak. But what he didnt know was that his life was about to change forever.
James bumped into a person and nearly tripped over the items he was carrying. Sorry, James said. Oh its alright, said the stranger, Ive been doing that too recently. James, being the sort of person that sees things that not many people do remarked. Nice backpack, going to college? The stranger stammered, Well...uh...How did you know? James considered how to answer then slowly said, Well that backpack is fairly large. Id say that it is for carrying a large amount of book
Why Severus Snape Never...Why Severus Snape Never...8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why Severus Snape Never Answered Stupid Questions
It had been a smashing day so far. He had received a new crate of his favorite tea, a book he had reserved forever ago on theories involving bat spleen had finally become available and two first years had pissed themselves when he swept grandly round a corner.
Yes, a smashing day. And it was only getting better as Severus Snape perched himself behind his desk. Usually the seventh year Slytherin-Gryffindor Potions class was abominable at best. Coupled with the fact that it was DOUBLE Potions last thing on Fridays, the two hours rarely passed by amicably. But this Friday had been very splendid indeed.
He'd caught Macmillan and Granger passing a note between them, giggling like lovesick first years. Watching them from beneath thick lashes, he'd pretended he hadn't noticed right up until the note passed into Potter's fingers. That was when he swooped down magnificently and plucked the folded parchment right from under Potter's nose. The boy
Wishes Do Come TrueWishes Do Come True9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wishes Do Come True
(A Digimon muscle growth story)
By: Drakin Kovar
It was just another average day in your average high school
"Outa' the way, shrimp!"
The next thing he knew, Takato was laying on his backpack, in the hall outside his classroom.
Guilmon bent down next to his partner and silently offered Takato his clawed hand as they both glared at his assailant.
Rich was one of the worst kind of bullies. Large, thickly built, and with a brain the size of a chickpea. Rich sneered down at Takato, struggling to get up with a backpack full of heavy books.
"You better stay outa my way from now on, shrimp." Rich glared.
"Yah," chimed in Riches Digimon, a gray, rabbit looking Gazimon. "And that goes for your dumb lizard pet, too."
The two bullies guffawed loudly and headed into the back of the classroom while Takato and Guilmon sat near the windows in the front.
It had only been two years ago that Takato had helped defeat the D-Reaper, and only a few months after that the boundaries
IntetarAlguien dijo sin prisaIntetar5 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
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
Mindloop Contest EntryIt's morning. I can tell because it's the middle of the summer and the mornings are always hot. I can feel it all over my body since they don't make clothes big enough to fit me. Heck, they don't make houses big enough for me anymore. That's the number one reason I know it's morning. I sleep outside. Wait...this is probably sounding really confusing isn't it? Well, that's fine. No matter how many times I do this I always start out all over the place. I always try to make my story sound more mysterious but I'm not very good at it. So lets just start from the beginning: my name. I'm Kevin Wricks, I'm sixteen, and I was born on November 18th, 1991 and last time I was measured I stood just under 425 feet tall. Not to mention I'm ripped! Even if I was normal size, these muscles would put any bodybuilder to shame! Am I right? You may not believe it, but I live a pretty normal life. Okay, I may be like a celebrity for my small hometown (And I mean small! Like, only a hundred people small.) buMindloop Contest Entry7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthro artists are anyone who draws anthropomorphic art. Anthro is defined as something that is essentially non-human (including inanimate objects) that has been given human characteristics, such as having an almost-human bone structure.
Furries are people who have an affinity toward the anthro style of art. Furries usually identify themselves with a fursona an anthro version of themselves. They are a fandom (like anime fans are otaku). There are many levels of the furry fandom: It extends from simply being an artist, to wearing fur-suits, and attending fur-cons. However, this is not limited to furries, it extends to scalies and avians - people who identify themselves with a winged or scaly anthro characters. It should also be noted that while the above is correct, Furry, Avian, and Scaly are just fandoms. A lot of people in the anthro community, while falling un
Ser Un AlicornioSer Un Alicornio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ser una Alicornio
La granja de manzanas era un lugar de mucho movimiento durante la primavera. Dos jóvenes ponis machos araban los campos mientras que una poni gris entregaba un cargamento de semillas y herramientas que llegaban por correo, entre los árboles de manzana se podían divisar otros dos ponis más.
En medio de todo el trajín llegó una visitante que bajaba del cielo, con cautela aterrizó, dio una mirada y abrió el portón dirigiéndose a la hacienda. Una potranca, de pelaje verde claro y crin de colores rizados que andaba por la hacienda cargando unas canastas en su espalda fue la primera en notar la presencia de la visitante.
Al mirarla, se detuvo en seco y sus ojos se abrieron a más no poder de la impresión.
"Oh, hola.", dijo la visitante, "Vine a ver a Applejack, ¿se encuentra por aquí?
"¿La-la tatarabuela a-Applejack?", preguntó la sorprendida potranca. La visitante asin
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 Cone8 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
Remember, RememberOne hundred and nineteen years laterRemember, Remember6 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.
Just an emo girlEmo girlJust an emo girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just another emo girl,
All alone in this world
Made by feelings you can't understand
Living in the darkness that is my friend
Black my eyes
And slith my wrists
Fed up with lies
I'm sorry I exist
So rip my heart
Go tear it apart,
It's already numb,hidden so deep
Locked in feelings,fallen asleep
Oh,and I'm so emo I could cry
Listening to songs about death
To this world I'd say goodbye
My paper heart will slowly die..
And I'm dieing inside,
My heart torn to shreads
In my lonelyness I hide
Oh,this nightmare never ends
I've been stabbed in the heart
From the front,from the back
I'm tired of fake loves and friends
That ripped me apart
Just another emo girl
I play the guitar and write suicide notes
There's always a reason to feel not good enough
I don't understand why life is so tough
Just another emo girl
My hair a mess,my eyes so dark
Void of feelings,void of spark
Sometimes I wish I'd be,..
As invisible as you make me feel
And if it were for me
All my wounds would heal.
All my tea
Del amor desesperadoDel amor desesperadoDel amor desesperado6 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
Too Easy For Your GoodbyeThe twilight is fading around usToo Easy For Your Goodbye8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark deepening the words we can't say
I already know you are leaving
I already feel the decay
The rotting corruption spreads through me
And you tell me you're already gone
The tears that were coming receeding
As the love I once felt is forlorn
The days they are all blackening
Like the horizon I can barely see
And before I can even realise
I fall screaming to my knees
Gone are the days I would smile
Gone are is love that you would give
Gone is the blood from within me
And gone are the days I could live
Gone is the light from within my eyes
It's all so cold and black
Gone is the life that we once had
And baby, dont try to look back
Ignoredi'm tired of being ignoredIgnored9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or ending up alone
the only place i'm not ignored
is when i'm at home
I say hi to old friends
y'know to be kind
but they could care less about me
when they've got their new friends in mind
it's nice to be nice
atleast that's what i'm told
but when being nice gets you nothing
it kinda gets old
atleast i have some good friends
to hang out with when i'm bored
cuz anything's better
than being ignored