dinner parties in jail with friends

by pressao

It might have been one of the most humid days I've been through this year. It was fine earlier this morning and when we came home from Ikea. Speaking of which, I am getting rather sick of Ikea/Ikano. We've been there no less than 2 times in the last week and more frequently before that. I feel like I know almost every corner of it without even being there. Next mission is to start memorising product serial numbers. *rolls eyes*

Watched Little Women on Youtube yesterday. It shames me to think we don't own it on DVD. It's gotta be one of my fave movies of all time. And I don't say that lightly. I really loved it. I loved Winona, Christian Bale, Claire Danes, baby!Kirsten & them all. I think I'll watch it again soon. Naomi finally convinced me to watch Merlin and in return, she told me she'd take a look at Legend of the Seeker. Why not right? I'm always game for a new TV show to follow as long as it doesn't involve teenies in OC flashing boobies and bling. Cause I've had enough of those. They do not appeal to me and never will.

The new semester approaches as Chinese New Year fades slowly into the past (frikkin hell it's almost the end of January!) and into February. I was looking forward to the day that I would go back to LKW to restart my everyday routine of complaining, bitching, driving long distances, putting up with lectural shiz, and keeping up with syllabuses and assignments-- Suddenly not so much. I suppose it was because I was arguing with the parentals everyday and needed a place to go to when I just needed out. But lately it's been better between us and there's not so much arguing (although the Nag factor is still in abundance) and more ... silence, to say the least. I simply avoid talking when one's opinion isn't needed and usually sit out outings. I think they've noticed and have become slightly nicer to me. Although Dad still keeps up his '1 lecture a day' ratio.

Anyway, I got to thinking lately. "What happens after University?" That is a thought many a student has contemplated with little success of ending that thought in a happy mood. I joined a group of designers/students who share their problems with work/clients/freelancing. To put it lightly, I ended up leaving after a day worried and frightened. I began to wonder if Graphic Arts was really the right thing to do. People have gone for months without a job and seeing today's rate of retrenches and layoffs going on around the world, that's not gonna ease my mind one bit. Clients are stupid. That's an established fact. What happens if I can't handle the stress of dealing with a client who wants "the background of the banner to change because my brother's auntie's cousin's dog told me it was a bad colour" or explain why a 100px by 100px image cannot be blown up to 16R in size. People get fired for mouthing off/not saying anything at all. People who have been through 3 - 4 interview callbacks and STILL fail to secure the job. How the hell am I supposed to beat all that?

I would love to think of the prospect of working in an awesome firm (which hopefully deals with sports ... liverpool fc ... official photog. HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS PLEASE) or better yet, owning my own firm. Owning a loft in downtown Melbourne/Auckland/Whateverla. Owning the 'pwnest' Canon DSLR you can think of. Traveling around the world in search of inspiration/photographic material/life itself. Alas, reality hits and I am living in a rented room in some ulu town washing dishes in some kopitiam hoping for a big break while that degree sits in a box, waiting to be of use. It's so scary to think about all this. It's ridiculous and I don't know why I do it. But who hasn't? When you look into your future and see nothing, it's probably better than seeing the worst of things which play in your head like a sick silent movie with you as the lead actor.

Just grit my teeth. Sit back and watch how the year unfolds as time carries on. I can only hope for best. For me and all my friends who feel themselves in the same predicament at the moment.

Is it odd, I'm in love with Slumdog's OST? I would drive around blasting it if I didn't get the WTF stares. LULZ. Maybe I should.