>>> Dreams are wōt you make of 'em...

very man needs a dream, something to aspire to. Something to hold on to, to cling to when times are tough. But I don't quite know what my dreams are anymore.I mean as in I have no idea what rainbow I'm chasing, if there is even one that I'm running after. And the dream could be anything, from the simplest of desires to that of the impossible. Nor does it help that dreams can change, mutate with utmost fluidity if you will, as a body ages and realizations broaden & expand, reinforced by experience.

But what if dreams pile up instead of changing? Would the realizations of the improbability of achieving your dreams affect your mental, emotional and psychological stability (ie. sanity)?

I myself dream of many things; many of which - and I will be the first to admit - will never reach fruition, let alone see the light of day. All to lay buried by the oft times harsh and banal realities of life and existence. Radio DJ, club DJ, pro extreme/action sports athlete, rugby player, kendoka, graffiti kingship, author, art studio owner, street label start-up and so many others; some have died, some still burn and yet I still wish I could achieve all of these dreams and more. *sigh*

Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be. All one can do is work towards the fulfillment of the dreams s/he holds close to the heart, whatever they may be.

And hope that our sanity doesn't fail and fall gibbering along the wayside.

G'dreamin', mates.

Peace.

>> One more week to go

One more week of vacation time left in beautiful Oz. *sigh* How time has flown. Too bad that I haven't hooked up with any good looking babes here. Don't get me wrong, I've seen loads and met a few, but not hooked up with any, if you catch my drift. More's the pity. *shakes head* Ah, well, there's always a next time. *grin*

And I've already started packing; and have realized that I need a bigger bag! *laughs* Good thing that my aunt is gonna loan me a larger suitcase than my trolley kitbag. And I have a relatively large haul to bring back to SG, too, so that larger suitcase will really come in handy.

And now I have to figure out where the Westfields gift card has gotten to... why the hell do I always seem to misplace stuff? YEESH! Pray for me, please, you lot! THANKS!!!

And just to let you lot know [you know who you are, my trusted inner circle.], my right shoulder is bloody near inoperative [ie. useless] and is as sore as a bear! Why? Bad fall while skating, faceplant to shoulder and arm to abrasions along the right side of the body. End result: A crook shoulder due to soft tissue damage and a chipped bone (whihc means I cannot lift my arm above a certain point or stretch out completely or carry anything in excess of two to three kilos) and multiple abrasions. BLEAH.

And here's a local Aussie band that has a really good track: Vitriol by bluejuice.

Have a great year ahead, y'all!

Peace out, fuckin' 'A'!

HA-HAAAAAH!!!

>>> On the first day of Christmas...

... the doctor said to me, "You have gastroentitis."

Bloody hell.

I'm sick, down with some sort of viral infection of gastronomic proportions. FREAK.

And I'm still busy with projects. At least, the comp has been fixed by my uncle, at least nominally. So I do not have to fear the lack of 'net access for a li'l while longer. *phew* But, so little time left to meet deadlines.

And speaking of deadlines...

... my uncle's dog Dino - male Bichon Frise & Maltese Terrier mix - was put to sleep on the 9th of December at the age of 13, due to cancer. At least now his sufferng is over and he's resting somewhere up in the heavens.

Depression reigns supreme.

FEH.

>>> The search for Appreciation...

... is much like the comic strip below.


I crave appreciation of what I work on, just for one little shred of a good word that will make all the work and effort worth it. Just for that small morsel of praise that, in all probability, will leave the artist in the throes of orgasm from sheer aural delight at having heard his/her work receive such accolades, as tiny as it may be.

Do we all, as humans and not just artists, not crave acceptance, attention, appreciation, appraisal and praise?

FUCK.

*sigh*

>>> From a party...

... to the dog hospital. WTF!?

The weekend was crazy. Here's a short listed summary.

1. Managed to get Uncle Val to pick up the dogs for an overnight stay and drop me off at Blacktown.

2. Hopped a train up to Parramatta and had to grab an express shuttle bus to Strathfield due to track work. And waited at Strathfield for almost an hour for a train down to Concord West. Uncle Glen picked me up real quick. LOL.

3. Helped set up for 'Chelle's party and stuff.

4. Met 'Chelle's boy whose name I really can't spell [and if you're reading this, 'Chelle, I'm sorry!]. And gave 'Chelle the piece that I'd done for her as a birthday prezzie along with another small sketch. Thank God she liked them! *PHEW*

5. Met so many people at the party, lotsa cool peeps like Allison, Jude, 'Chelle's DJ cousin, Sarah and a coupla other peeps whose names I've apparently forgotten [my apologies!!]! It was a happening party. And unfortunately, I broke my spell of non-smoking days on its 20th day. :(

6. Was dropped off the next day [Allison drove] and Yogi Chitti was back from her 6 week hols with loads of complaints. Walked Pebbles when Yogi Chitti and Uncle Babu took Dino to the Emergency 24hr Vet 'coz he's dead sick. Called Christine Akka to vent [thank God that I have her as a sister!].

7. Uncle Val, Aunt Doreen, Christine Akka and her husband - whose name I can't spell as well, omg - came over for dinner. It was pretty good having more people at home again. :)

Which brings us to today. I hope to God I get that hundred and thirty from Yogi Chitti or I can't get those Osiris Abel Creations sneakers! Especially since I already put a down-payment for them.

In other news...

I've been asked to put any freehanded design of mine on a plate. Why? For a Crafts Showcase that'll be on sometime early next year. Which is pretty cool, all things told. And I already have a coupla ideas in mind, too. Now to see wether I can put it all together.

And less than three weeks left to put that calendar illustration together. Better get cracking, yeah. But just to sidetrack a teeny bit...

The movie Dogma, starring Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Chris Rock, Salma Hayek, Alanis Morisette [as God Herself!], that guy who plays Severus Snape, Jay and Silent Bob, is a bloody freaking riot of laughter! I highly recommend it. Go rent it, seriously.

And I've found my favourite tracks to listen to while I ride my 'board. AND I have a new found love for snowboarding and have decided that I will get into it if and when I come to Australia to study, come hell or bloody avalanche. HELLOOOOOO, PERISHER!!! Hahahaha!!! ^{And for those who don't know, Perisher is one of the mountains up in the so-called Snowy Mountains range.}

And it's pretty cool that I've managed to persuade Schakatze to join me when I do start it up. Now all I have to do is get Candyman and Pervalidus to jump in on the education plus snowboarding deal... hmmm, will I be able to CONvince them? Time will tell, ladies and gents, time will tell.

And for your listening pleasure, the two tracks that will blast my ears out while I board down the street or down the mountain slope! LOL.

_{Placebo : Infra-red}

^{Infra-red Lyrics}

_{Boom Boom Satellites : Underdog}

Oh, and did you know that they now have helmets with built-in headphones? Cool, neh?

Gotsta go, see y'all!

_{What a rushed and rubbishy post. Feh.}