>>> Three more days...

... to a birthday that I usually detest with a passion.

BUT, I'm hoping that this year is almost as good as last year's, if anyone remembers Purple's surprise party that she threw for me at Fish & Co in Dhoby. *sighs with a sad smile* Memories... memories... *sighs and shakes his head*

ANYWAYS.

Though usually I do not get any birthday presents, I seem to have gotten some even before the day itself. Or the promises of some, in certain cases. Purple is treating me to a much needed - and deserved, in my honest opinion - full body massage at a Javanese massage studio/spa in Upper Thomson followed by dinner at a restaurant later. We're still not sure what restaurant since I still can't decide. Supernova's ordered something from Australia which is going to a surprise and the curiousity is eating me alive from the inside. [Thank you very much, baby!] *laughs* She's a such a darling, she's loaned me a coupla hundred quid for my tattoo, which is my gift to myself. The photos will be posted up somewhere after it's done on my birthday. If you want to know about the design, well, all I can say is that the Label is In God's Hands on the XIII'th. *laughs some more*

Purple's mom insisted on getting me three pairs of tailored trousers and I, in my absolute boringness, chose the simple matt black fabric for them. I'll be trying them tonight when I get home after work.

Supernova still wants to take me either flowboarding or to Timbre. She's still thinking about it. I'll just go along with whatever she decides. *grins*

Well, that's about it for presents and birthday plans.

Currently, I'm planning on practicing for the Meeting of Styles in KL. I wanna kill it while I'm there, so I really need to do some hardcore practicing. Probably have to hit the practice grounds at Bukit Batok skate-park. Either that or my room, haha! And sketching, which I've started again. I hadn't realized how much I've missed sketching and graffiti in general.

Even if it the majority of the scene is geared towards ego games and trying to outdo each others' styles. *sighs while rolling eyes upwards*

Also on the design side of things, I'm currently working on my own t-shirt line for skaters. Called the SHOELACE MAFIA, I have about nine to ten designs lined up to sketch out and then finalize. So, to that end, I'm working on collecting suitable fonts and reference images to help me in the designing stages. After that's done, that's when I start looking into the business end of it all. *taps chin thoughtfully* I have a couple of people that I could ask for guidance, advice and such. (Supernova, One Egg & the 13th Greater Evil?) I'm really stoked about this project, and I'm determined to see it through to the end. I'll like to thank my extended family and certain loved ones for their support and enthusiasm. It's contagiously infectious! *leaps in the air with fists thrown up*

In addition, I may just be able to finally finish my Air Gear inspired hooded zip-up sweater/sweatshirt. A friend [Juice] just told me recently about a small store in the Army Market that makes custom embroidered patches which definitely warrants checking out. PLUS, I've finally found fabric to line the insides of the hoodie - including the inside of the hood - and believe it or not, it's actually fabric meant for a curtain! *chuckles* The weird things that I find. In addition, I've found the old front panel of this old tee that I'd cut out which has a really cool stencil-like design on it. I'm going to get it fitted/sewed over the right panel of the hoodie, and it's doubly awesome since the panels are similar colour so it should fit seamlessly! Just have to get the patches done and find a suitable zipper of the correct length to fit to the hoodie. And it will be in the reversed direction just to be different! XD

I'm pretty hyped about the concluding this little project that's been in the works for almost two years now. Amazing, isn't it?

On a side note, I had a craving for Skittles. And am now the proud possesor of a relatively largish bag of the stuff. Kiddy-like smiles all around. And apparently Lain likes the green ones. ONLY the green ones. *laughs*

Well, I'm truly blessed in certain areas of my life.

Even though my family life is the pits and completely messed up most times, I'm still blessed and thankful for what I have.

^{Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'.}

With that, I'm off to get some other stuff done.

Peace.

>>> Like a blow...

... in the back of a crowded bus.

Like, what the hell, y'all?

Holy crap. Suddenly, it's like there are so many damn KAZEs out there, like kangaroos in the Outback, you know what I mean? Worse still, they all claim to be ONE, as in the only or the first.

I'm sorry to disappoint, boys [and perhaps girls], but I was Kaze FIRST. Since 19-fucking-82. Alright!?

Therefore, I ain't KAZEone no more.

Oh, no, I sure as fucking hell ain't.

It's KAZEfirst from now on.

Y'all dig this?

You do?

GOOD.

'Nuff said.

Laterz, gaterz.

Peace.

_{And, yes, there is no damn relation between the title and the subject matter posted. But I hope that it got your damn attention.}

>>> A little bit of art...

... to remind the heart of loss.


In loving memory of Julie "Baby Jewelz" McIntyre, crewmate, dear friend and beloved li'l "sister".

May you have found your peace and continue to be watching down on us from up on high.

Much love.

Peace.

>>> Graffiti and the street...

... is so ingrained into the system of any Writer.

It is.

Trust me.

And it's ingrained in every single person who calls himself a Writer. It's always there, making you aware of its presence everywhere you go, making you evaluate spots for the placement of your piece, and turning your mind around the analyzation of the risks involved in getting into a spot, painting it & getting out, among so many other what I can only call the symptoms of an addiction. Grafitti and all associated street art, at its most base essence, now more than ever, is a way of life and an addiction that you just can't get out of your system, no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I should know.

And in other news...

Oh. Mein. Gott. I woke up today with such bloody aching legs, I was surprised that I could even trudge about, let alone walk! And why were my legs aching, you ask? Weeell...

... I spent the whole of Monday afternoon gallivanting around Blacktown, Central, Newtown and Wynyard, barring the two-three hours spent on the trains or waiting for a train.

What was I doing in all these places? Quite simple, here's a quick summary: Blacktown for texters [colour markers for fil], Central for TAFE course information [which, annoying enough, they told me could be found on the 'net], Newtown for the Five Six Seven graffiti store and Wynyard for some wandering PLUS meeting my friend after she finished work.

Unfortunately for me, things went a tad bit pear-shaped; she left work and kind of forgot about me, and I lost my usually unerring sense of direction and couldn't find my way to the station. When I finally got to Wynyard station, I'd just missed my train and had to settle for one that terminated at Blacktown. Thank God for my big sis Christine, or I'd been stuck waiting alone on the platform at Blacktown for the train to Richmond for 30+ minutes. She told me to go to Rooty Hill and that she and her husband would pick me up & send me home. PHEW! What a relief!!

Highlight of the day: finding the Five Six Seven graffiti store in Newtown. It has the widest range of graffiti related gear, including PAINT, that I've ever seen in my LIFE! _{>>Yeah, yeah, I'm a GHETTO WRITER, very underground, very unexposed, very miserable.<<} Even got myself a pair of OTR markers, too. I'm gonna go back on Friday, hopefully. And I have loads of photos of the street art along Kings Road, Newtown. And even a shot of their WWI memorial, without any graffiti thrown on it, thank the Gods. I'll be trying to post up the photos at a later date.

Speaking of graffiti, I so wanna get this new line of paint that's coming out sometime soon: Plutonium G. And I'm putting up the review that "the bombshelter" did on the new product. Check it.

Low point of the day: Not getting lost in Wynyard or even missing my friend, but getting chewed out over the phone by my aunt for some things that weren't even my fault or didn't happen the way they were reported to her. Was seriously pissed by that but I'm over it. And some peeps wonder why I feel paranoid around people. YEESH!

And on the artwork front, I've managed to knockdown my HUGE debt list down to only one piece remaining to complete. Good thing is that it's already half way done, Bad thing is that I might wanna redo it. And here's the second from the last piece, an illustration kiriban, in a somewhat vector-ish style, for the ever so lovely Miss April.



Anyways, I have to feed the dogs and go over to my neighbours' for dinner. PIZZA dinner. Oh, and guys back home in Singapore, a large Pizza Hut pizza is only A$9.95. CHEW ON THAT!

HAHA!!!

_{As a sidenote, I've just realised that I didn't post anything about my 25th birthday in October... the feth!? What a loss... NOT!}

PEACE, OUT.