Adios amigos!

T and I are off to Melbourne for a short holiday and well deserved break. 

See you soooooooooooooon.

That guy, Dolce & Gabbana, Milan 2010

This dude is cool. He has something. I like it. It's manliness, but not.

...and as a side note, I enjoy the hair on these two Burberry models. 

Preferences anyone? I need mine cut again.

As the year moves on.

It's time to reorganise.

Time to work something out.

Time to sit down and do something.

Time to sing a new song.

Chiquitita.

etc.

Hey ladies

www.shoesofprey.com

Bespoke shoes. It's a woman's heaven.

And it's Australian.

Lust.

Indubitably

I've come to the sudden, stark realisation recently that nothing in life is solid. Nothing stays as it is, and despite all of the illusions that we put up in our minds to make us think that there is something to grab hold of to keep us on course, it all inevitably falls down and turns to shit.

It's made me take on the train of thought that the only thing I can really count on to be constant is myself. I (hopefully) know myself enough to be able to judge my reactions and expectations with everything. The other things in life; friends, jobs, family, money; they all seem to just be a long and convoluted line of dominoes that knock on to one another. Eventually, everything has to fall down and you hope that there is something else beyond that to either continue the sequence or resist the momentum and stay static.

It's depressing.

Yet it also makes me feel ever-so-slightly glad and reassured when I wake up in the morning because I know that something else is going to happen. Something has got to be better than nothing if you're perceiving from the glass half full direction. I did wake up after all, and there are worse things that could happen.

The only difficult thing that comes across in this whole sequence is the choice to knock on a domino early when you know the end result. Is the time that is spent with the domino standing worth the possibilities of experience that it offers, or are there better things beyond that you can only hope to achieve once it has fallen? It's a nicely wrapped version of fate that is both scary and inherently intriguing to consider.

At this moment in my life, I haven't knocked a domino in quite some time. They've all felt free to fall around me and leave me standing surrounded by the resultant white-speckled darkness. The question that arises really is this:

When (and what) will I knock?

Thoughts

I'd like to apologise for my lack of interest or attention with this blog recently. I've had a few things that I've had to think about and [sadly] this is one of the first things that gets pushed to the back of the pile.

Anyway, I've done a portion of that thinking which has freed up a small amount of time for me to do something on here. Or at least to think about doing something on here.

So here's the go. I'm starting to think about the new semester of uni that is coming up and what wonders it may hold. Technically it's still more than a month and a half away, but I figure that if my boss is asking me for my availability during the semester now, then I should be getting a tidbit more organised.

This year, thinking about it, is one of the more crucial years for my (Architecture) course. It's the final year of the Bachelor degree. Meaning I'll have a degree in some form in about ten months' time. Yay. Being the end of the first part of a Masters course though, it also means that I need to work a bit harder than I have been to ensure that I get above the average that is needed to qualify me for entry into the Masters second half.  If I don't get above the 60% mark, frankly, I'm fucked.

Getting decent scores isn't just about that though. There's also quite a few big-money prizes for the high achievers in certain aspects of the course. Add to that one prize which is a guaranteed job in a firm for the highest achiever (plus money), and I think I have the motivation to begin studying. For the first time in my life.

Aside from uni, I'm still procrastinating about applying for a job at a firm here in good ol' Perth. I have a couple of firms in mind that I'd like to apply to, but I'm fighting against the force of procrastination that comes from having a job that pays double what I would be paid as an unqualified CAD lackey in a firm. Basically, I'd be living on the bones of my arse for a few years for the sake of that ever-wanted "experience".

I will get around to it soon though.

Life apart from that is pretty boring really. I've been desperately trying to keep my garden alive during this obscene Perth Summer, with varying levels of success. I've been doing weights daily, and seeing just how much I can actually bench press when I try. And I've been going for the odd walk or two to try and regain some of the fitness that I used to have.

It's my birthday in a couple of weeks too, which makes me think that I should really start getting my life into some kind of order before I need a walking stick. I thought to myself the other day "Perhaps I should write a will...", surely a sign of my inner middle-aged lady. I then cast the thought aside, with only a slight niggling feeling that I would die the next day because life wanted to spite me. It tends to do that. Order, however, is much easier said than done, and I'll let you know in the distant future when I have achieved even a hint of it.

To end all of this, I've decided that a new car won't be happening for me any time soon and I am going to instead be directing my savings towards my dream of buying a baby grand piano. Ever since my last housemate moved out and took his little keyboard I have been extremely bored, and somewhat sad. If anyone plays multiple instruments, I'm sure you'd know all too well that playing the guitar is never as satisfying and engaging as playing the piano. It's a beautiful way to detach yourself from life.

Someone in my past told me that the key to happiness was an instrument, a garden, and a glass of wine. Chuck in a friend or two, and I think it's a perfect formula.

Truly.

People I Strongly Dislike

In no particular order:

• Rob Johnson

          You are an ignorant douche.

• Karl O'Callaghan

          Stick to policing. It's your job. Politics and lawmaking are not.

• Joe Hockey

          You're a smiling, three day old beef roast.

• Tony Abbott

          They're called asylum seekers for a reason.

• Japanese whalers

          That little boat was much nicer looking than yours.

          You DID deliberately hit it.

          I hope you hit a sea mine and sink.

• This guy:

Funny, but no.

Such a pretty picture. I hate this hot weather.

Sorry about the page makeover.

I was bored. I'm not really liking it. It will change again.

Perhaps.

Oh and speaking of Polaroids...

I came across a blog towards the end of last year that I thought was interesting.

I don't know if it was particularly Julie and Julia inspired, but the basic idea of it is to take one Polaroid a day for a year. Hence it's name, Polaroid365.

It's a novel idea in my book.

Anyway, find it here.

2010

...or @)!). It will be better than 2009. Guaranteed.

I can feel it.

Merry Christmas everyone.

...and hello to the person who got here by googling "patrick wolf faggot".

You are a douche.

Bonne Année.

Oh Heather!

It's not that I don't like a bit of M People action occasionally, but honestly, Heather Small is far better solo.

I have a deep love for this song. And no, it's not purely due to my teenage years spent watching Queer As Folk late at night on SBS.

Partly, perhaps.

Comparatively...

 The Eames 670 (chair) and 671 (stool)

 Versus

the Lund and Paarmann Lobster Chair

I see a bit of inspiration from the former in the latter.

Personally, I prefer the Lobster chair. Eames may be a design classic and benchmark, but in my opinion it belongs in the past.

Lobster Chair is detailed in full HERE.