RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Of Hurdles And Trip-Me-Overs

For those of you who know me, my academic experience has been anything but successful. However, I've been presented with a half-chance. I applied to SMU last month, and received a reply from them a couple of weeks ago. I've been granted an interview!

My bro HJ says that it's a big step towards getting my posterior in the door, so obviously I should be delighted that somehow somewhere the Office of Admissions saw something in my application that aroused their interest. However, the negative bitch in me has to turn back and declare that I probably got the interview via a sympathy vote.

Alas, the little voice returns. This little voice of mine is so perennial that I've decided to give it a name. I shall call it Lil B. Lil B thinks that I should enjoy the fact that I managed to get the interview. However, Lil B also thinks that I was just plain lucky, and that now the real challenge begins, because during the interview the committee will realise that I'm an imbecile. Thus, Lil B tells me that I'm just there to make up the numbers. A statistic.

Another hurdle to leap over would be the looming SAT I. The last time I took the test was in 1997. What were you doing in 1997? Where were you in 1997? Ahhh memories. Well, Lil B says, "1997 is way over, my biggie! People have moved on with their lives and careers. But baby look at you now, caught in your own little vortex."

I have to ace the test. Motivation comes and goes. It's hard enough that I have to delve into the abyss of knowledge past, I also have to do it quick and hard. Lil B feels that it's a lost cause, and manages to invoke the spirit of laziness. Granted, Lil B is a bud, but Lil B's not me. Lil B's just a little voice, with no arms, no legs, and no sexual anatomy. Hence, I will make it. Lil B, go screw yourself.

On the brighter side of things, the healing of my tattoo's coming along just fine. It's past the disgusting stage of scaly coloured skin that sheds when I take a bath or work out. The outline has healed perfectly, and it's setting in nicely. The shading, on the other hand, needs to be touched up. With that much shading and layers involved, it's hard to get it perfect the first time. I'm hoping to see more depth in the background by the time it gets done. I hope to be able to see the wind swirl the lotuses, to see the waves rule the wind.

I'm two days away from the next session. I went down to Sam's studio today, and met Nick, another artist. Nicckkuhori is from Galaxy as well, and is well-known for his Japanese designs. He's been tattooed by the best, Horiyoshi III, and has picked up some skills from the Grand Master as well. I can't wait for the next tattoo. I've decided to go under Nick's needle for my next project.

Getting inked is always a new experience. One good thing about the human body is that tattooing has to stop when there's no more space, hence you'll never be able to experience all the talented artists. How different from the elephants we used to pop. Getting inked is a trip to remember.

It's Juve VS Pool tonight. I wish upon a star that the Mighty Reds will march on.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 11:26 PM