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as the year comes to an end and my heart to a gluttonous halt, i think it's introspection time! plus other tidbits.

what a year!

what a year?

it's neither here nor there, 2006, promoted then resigned, contending with steep edges of a new way of living, learning - yes, frustrating - yes, longterm enlightenment - probably not, hectic.

boy oh boy, how bemusing, 2006.

2007 looms, others have leaked bigger and bolder plans throughout the year to 'go live' in 07. many resigned to letting the winds take them wherever it wishes, i like that thought, uncontrollable, adventurous.

i got a coffee this morning, as you do, and a little voice cried out in my head "i don't care anymore!" why? i think it all started as i crossed the road to the coffee shop this morning; a slight breeze had come across my face blowing my hair to one side as it does when i'm holidaying up the coast. only when i got to the other side of the road, the to-do list i had set out on my desk for the new year popped into my head. get fucked i thought, annoyed from robbing a minute of escapism from myself. i only wanted to grab my coffee and head back to the holiday house we'd rented......oh.... defiance set in, "i don't care anymore!". in an instant my building turned into a 40 storey monster, with hands on hips waiting for me to return to work.

"ra ra ra"

i've heard that alot. i've spent ample time there, many of the stories begin and end with ra ra ra, such as this particular story

"... and then she started crying ra ra ra, i didn't know what to do, so i told her to calm down ra ra ra cos we were in the middle of the mall, ra ra ra"

it's all quite amusing.


so long 2006.

melbourne team ruckus

quietly content

i dream of sitting at a cafe on lazy saturday morning, situated along a cobble stoned road. i see unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar place yet comforting. i possess the knowledge that the layers of icey commitments from the big smoke are slowly melting away.

off to my left there's a small foot bridge leading into labyrinth of other interconnected cobble stoned streets. away from the cafe the scene twists and changes to another town, something familiar yet strangely odd the way the city greets you. you decide to save the sight seeing for later and make haste for your little concrete cottage perched a storey or two off the firmness of land. tree strewn streets with lightly greened leaves making way for spring.

you close your eyes and get thrown through the vortex for when you open your eyes you see a vast blue sea and giant hills with blue roofed white terraces situated at the height.

ahh... 35 degrees.

what a crappy week

1. incapacitated myself after going for a pansy layup during tuesday night bball, a slight tear in the lateral cruciate ligament.

2. swans getting beat by the eagles in the afl grand final by the narrowest of margins, 1 fricken point.

3. broncos winning the league grand final.

sons of bitches.

..and well......

Friday, 22nd July 2006...

verbal offer

resignation

formal offer

4 weeks - zoom zoom..

farewell lunch - friends

farewell lunch- work

farewell speech

farewell drinks - work

farewell drinks - friends

training day 1

training day 2





and...




then...




Wednesday, 23rd August 2006 8:30am.

so i get to my new building a little too early, i'm no eager beaver, so i sit around the block on a bench sipping a large soy mocha ($2.40 - cheap!). didn't want any cow-milk this morning incase my body couldn't fight the lactose, my body only sometimes wins the lactose war.

so i count the minutes 8:39am, the large soy mocha turned out to be craphouse (too hot, too soy-milky, $2.40 - not so cheap!) but i continue drinking it giving myself something to do before i call my would-be manager to let me in.

8:45am, i call and they let me in.

all of a sudden it's 12:30, luckily oportos' just around the corner, excellent! i thought, a familiar sight!

"regular bondi meal thanks!"

*gobble*

*slurp*

what happened? i thought, that went by rather quickly...

got my log on, so i logged on,

got given lots of reading material, so i read a little.

north sydney is nice and laid back, but it'll probably drive me insane, it's so businessey with chunks of school children during lunch and nothing that really interests me.

i attempt to navigate from the station all the way out to berry st and back to walker st through a labyrinth of cafes, pharmacies, more cafes, food court, cafe, food court, cafe, florist, cafe, cafe, cafe, small food court, big food court and a mini food court next door to my building.

oportos saved my life. i'll be eating there tomorrow i reckon.

and..... they use lotus notes, it's not bad, but it's an ugly mofo.

splish splash bzzzzT!

so, i find my inspiration either writing an entry during my work day or getting slightly intoxicated.

now,

i've had 3 beers after NSW suffered a come back defeat at the hands of the maroons. what a drag. i don't feel that much more inspired, but the state of my condition has urged me write this.

*sips*

a friend of mine took great offense when, during a conversation at an event called, "the orientation of a savvy lifestyle", that all accountants were boring, she being the accountant and all.

that's been a stereotype since the beginning of time, but being a pseudo accountant myself. i'm not qualified or anything but i do know my debits from my credits and being in the industry for the last 4 and a half years, i could see why it could change the most dynamic bad to the bone wild child mofo to a dull scarf knitting, scone eating, scrabble playing submissive............ being.

i'm at a crossroad in my career. the good news is, i've decided to move along, try something different, i'm probably not the most talented person this side of sydney, but i'll give it a red hot go. why not, like they all say, life's short, work hard and play harder.

the bad news is, i've realised i've been pigeon holed, branded an accountant with a lack of experience that'll make me a valuable asset in the chosen career that i've decided to switch over to.

job agencies tell me this all the time. 9 out of 10 agencies will try place you in a simular type of role, make themselves a quick buck. fortunately for me, i've stumbled onto an agency that kinda cares, or at least i think they do.

little steps, i tell myself, why swim in the deep end if you can't swim? i thought about this, when faced with dire consequences most people rise to the occassion and pull a rabbit out of their buttocks. eg QLD in the decider tonight against NSW.

Some of these bad ass roles i've been put forward for are ocean deep. What do you do? what do i do? focus! 'anything's achievable', i tell myself.

"so what are your remuneration expectations for this role, keeping in mind that you have no experience in this field of work"

well, let's aim for as much as they're willing to pay me.

so i tell her what kind of money i'm on and my willingness to forgo a handsome amount of money if i landed the job. so she scribbles this down, and before i left the agency i told her to put in brackets, O.N.O.

"O.N.O? what's that?" she asks.

"or near offer"

you mean, you've never read the trading post?

ever?

then on second thoughts, yeah that isn't very professional, how about just "negotiable"?

excellent.

so i was on my way, i should hear back from her soon.

taking over the world

i had a ploy, a plan to take over the world, it's in a perferated notebook sitting in the bottom of a box i packed away before i moved out. i only recently rediscovered this notebook, i'm in the process of implementing my taking over the world plan.

heed my words.

watch this space.

Congratulations

"what do you mean my degree's been revoked?!?!!?"



ahh all sorted...



finally safe in your own hands...


congratulations again mey, a long and arduous road, well deserved.

e

i've been logging onto ebay so much these days i can't keep count, scrumming through the tonnes upon tonnes of rubble to find a bargain or two. it's a cyber flea market, you might find bargains and total duds but the fun is in the rummaging.

all ears

john legend, from the few tracks that i've heard i think he lives up to the hype, imo.

anyways,

pick yourself up and dust youself off,

there's always someone worse off than yourself.

to the friend i've known since seventh grade, i know you don't understand how it's gone so horribly wrong, neither do i, i don't have the answers you're looking for, but for the sake of everyone who cares for you, please please look after yourself, take one day at a time, take one step at a time, please eat and try smile.

when nasty takes a holiday..

i would've posted a caption for each picture.. but all that came to mind was "damn that's so nasty!"

achievements...

a couple of years ago if i had to sit down a couple days into the new year i'd have a few things to say about the year that had just been in this entry.

that had also been a time when i spent a lot of time reading other people's blog plagiarising other people's writing styles, honing my own writing skills or lack there of.

then i realised a big part of 'writing' was also dependant on one's experience (ie the substance of any particular entry) and the ability to translate these experiences into smooth, fluent and coherent sentences.

invariably people change, and my interest in writing creatively dimmed to a low glow and as of writing this entry i still have no intention to fan it back to life.

meanwhile there are new and existing blogs that i find myself reading more regularly neglecting my own blog and wondering when i had stopped wanting to write.

so here i am, facing off with the 'create blog entry' screen tapping away quietly on this laptop with a hopes of spitting out an entry that may or may not have any point, speaking of laptops, the tom hanks and meg ryan movie "you've got mail" gave me this crazy idea that typing on a laptop actually enhances your writing abilities.

now, what i had in mind was to quickly jot down what had gone on at the new years eve party in prose form, something poetic and excellent.

but, everything that happened the other night came into my head in point form. i don't think point form cuts it these days.

blogging is a brutal business, it's tough when you need to gain and maintain a reading audience THEN you get misled by fake ass bastard comments made by random fake ass bloggers promoting things like home loans, scaffolding and child care who lie about good your blog is.

great...

so besides giving my liver a real spanking and feeding my belly with delicious beer calories one of the things i could remember was playing spin-the-sexual-truth-or-dare-bottle. it's just like truth or dare, except all the questions and dares were of a sexual nature. everyone who played chose sexual truth because i didn't think anyone would've wanted to have sex with anyone else there. no one was drunk enough i thought, and i would've definately made someone have sex with somebody from the party if they had lost and chose sexual dare.

one of the co-hosts left the sexual truth or dare group for a quick pee but he didn't come back to the circle of sexual interrogations, i later found him comatosed on his bed. funnily enough the guys ended up taking turns straddling his ass, everyone did it free of charge and they didn't even have to lose in sexual truth or dare.

rightly so that i spent new years eve with a bunch of friends i've seen for the larger part of 05 and i've had a good 05 myself which included leaving home, gaining a fake promotion and meeting my special lady.

oh yeah, one thing i'm not happy about though, i need to excercise more, i'm so fat. i blame it on beer, the heat - you can't excercise in the heat cos people die and lastly i blame it on the boogie.