When you try your best but you don't succed.

What a day! Seriously, I think The Universe is putting me on trial. But on the other hand it's been quite proving me that everything happens for a reason.

Today I've got the news that my solicitude for a scholarship/financial aid for college has been turned down. And well, I had always counted on it because it was highly likely that I'd get at least a 10% off my tuition fee every month. They said the graphic work and the essays I was requested to send were outstanding but that that my grades weren't that high, and I have a fairly good grade. I graduated with a 9.2 from High school, which I calculate would be something between a B+ and A-.

Yes, I'm quite sad indeed. I'm not pretty sure what's going to happen, my parents were always counting on it because almost always, students from other cities and who have to pay for rent etc., get at least a few percentages of financial aid. The expenses are big. And oh-how I hate this country some times.

But oh, well, just yesterday I said that if life gives you lemons make lemonade, I don't know exactly how in this situation, but I've been focusing on being positive all day long.
But I really am sad. I was and still am very excited about my career.

1. TEMPUS FUGIT I, 2. STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER, 3. THE MIU MIU STRAWBERRY,
4. TEMPUS FUGIT III, 5. TEMPUS FUGIT IV, 6. THE MAN IN THE MOON, 7. CHIM CHIM CHEREE,
8. THREE WISHES, 9. HIGH-PITCHED BLACK, 10. DSC00490

Now, these are a few shots of a the two collages I had to do for my scholarship. Some pictures are a little blurry, sorry about that.
(And yes the title is from Fix you by Coldplay)

I hope everything gets solved. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Infinite x's & o's...
M.B. Whimsical.

P.S. My Flickr account has been updated.

Hello there!

Hello, hello...
After over a month of absence I'm back to announce... a whole new period of absence.
I was leaving town for college tomorrow but then everything changed and I'm leaving on Monday. I start school on Wednesday.
I'm pretty excited about leaving so I was kinda upset, but hey, if life gives you lemons make lemonade, so I have more time to work on un-arranged matters.
So I have a busy week, plus, another busy, internet-less week ahead of me, alas, I don't think I'll be around here a lot. My intentions are, though, to dedicate a lot more time to blogging. I have many plans for this blog.

By now, I think it's time for you to know me...I think just a nomme de plume doesn't make a great connection with the readers.
Just so you know...
My real name is Emilia Igartua Vellatti, but you can call me Emy, Emily or Em... or by my nomme de plume.
I am mexican though my last names are the first spanish and the latter italian.
I am as you know, 18 years old an my birthday is on January the 12th.
I have just one sister, who's 9 years older than me. She's getting married to a French guy next April and moving to Paris. Lucky her, right?
Taking advantage of that I'm planning to go to Parsons Paris for 6 months during my career, and given that there's also Parsons New York, I want to go another 6 months there. And so, start my New York dream plans.
What is it with us bloggers with New York?

I have also mentioned before that I'm starting next week (gasp!) college, and I'm going into visual arts. I love art, I draw, I started painting again recently even though I don't do it much.
But my real knack, is doing collages. It sounds lame, but I'm really, really good at it. I'll post some pics later.
That's why my dream is to become a fashion magazine's creative director.

While art has been my passion during my whole life, there's another passion I discovered a few years ago while working on a homework. I love writing. And well, maybe this blog doesn't show it...but I'm not bad at it. Someday, I'm gonna write a fantasy novel, a non-fantasy novel, and write & illustrate several children's books.

I lost quite some weight due to an illness last month, and I'm not planning on regaining it anytime soon; I sometimes believe quite firmly that I was born in the wrong epoque. One of my all-time favorite movies is The Beauty and the Beast which I watched every single day when I was a child. My mom says it's my story because I read way too much when I was little and I have always dreamt of "something more than this provincial life". I wear contact lenses because I'm quite very blind. I have an obsession for fashion magazines, and I love music, so if you love music too that's a very good way to start a conversation with me. Also, recommendations are very, very welcome.

The name M.B. Whimsical stands for something. It was not picked up randomly. While I'm not giving out why M.B., I will tell you that Whimsical is one of my favorite English words because it represents a lot to me, a lot of my childhood and a lot of what I'm still am. It remembers me of how funny the world is and how some times life can be a fairytale (yes I'm cheesy, I know that).

I also think I grew up a lot this last year, and I think I will continue to this next one.
Oh and I love watching the same movies over and over again.
And did I ever mention my father looks like John Lennon? Especially when he was young and wore his hair longer.

Oh and this is me...



Nice to meet you all.
I'll try to keep this thing updated, but if not wish me luck!
Until next time.

Infinite x's & o's...
Em / M.B. Whimsical.

This is how it feels....

On happy news, I'm glad to announce that M.B. Whimsical has officially graduated from High School.

Yes, I'm excited about this new kind of freedom I'm about to begin. I'm excited about what's next, about making it happen, my dreams. I'm excited about college and everything I'll learn.
But honestly, I'm kinda nostalgic. And scared.

Allright, I'm terrified. And when I say nostalgic I mean at the verge of tears.

I guess I can't believe it's actually over. I mean, it's something we have always known would be over, but it is over...it's that kind of things you think you understand but when they happen you realize you don't. This is about your whole life changing, it's not about just leaving for the summer and then coming back for another school year, this is about real life.

It's about no more hanging out with your friends because you'll be miles apart. And yes we'll see each other on holidays and whatever, but it's hard to grasp that it will never ever be the same.
It's about leaving home and everything it implies. A safety net. If anything happened to us, we knew back home it would all be all right. Nothing will ever replace the warmth of our beds and home made meal, and lazy late Sunday brunches.

It's like we've been on rehearsals and we're about to start performing. And we are. We've spent the past 18 years get prepared for life, theoretically, but in reality, what is real life? Do these 18 years count as real life? Or does it begin the moment we start taking care of ourselves? (and I mean real care)
Our decisions will be now be ours and no one else's. No more mom and dad cleaning up messes our decisions caused. No more excuses, ever.
And I guess that will be one of the hardest parts of breaking out into real life.
Everything we've lived has been like virtual.
We can't help but as ourselves "Are we ready for this?" "Will we make it out there? Will we survive?"
And I can answer myself this: Will I survive? Yes, I will survive (Please don't start singing!) But I don't wanna just survive. It's not enough. Not for me.
And it's a scary thought. But everything in this life(real or virtual) is scary at first isn't it?
You just have to close your eyes and count 1,2,3 and jump.

But of course, it's always easier to say it than to do it.
It's really hard to think that we're never coming back.

All graduated, please listen to "The Graduation Song" by Vitamin C. I've been told it's really iconic up in the U.S., but I had never listened to it before a month ago.
It describes perfectly and exactly how I feel.


For now all I can really say is I'll never forget that night in June.

Infinite x's & o's...
M.B. Whimsical