Well, you get up in the morning thinking of someone and missing them.
You get ready for twisties, you take a piss on the way to Black Spur, god takes a piss on you because you're smoking? you profit for a 10th time..
Going sideways in a FWD car is fun, Going sideways in a FWD car is fun twice, having relations with the guard rail isn't as fun.
Oh well, 10th mountain accident I've been involved in, the Mountain Dr was handy atleast to get out his tool..
To cut this Black Spur short, Bridgestones are SHIT in the WET.
I drove again on this day, fuck it felt good to drive again.
The ass wanted to kick out a bit during this time but a little clutching kept the car in my control.
Hours passed and kilometers driven, we were hungry and needed to go potty.
Believe it or not, 2 of these was 9 big ones..
oh well, went down well man.
We continued to drive and got back to Nathans and chilled with a slurpee....
Sadly we had to drop Sim off at home so she could get her room set up, Nathan and I exchanged some music....Reel Big Fish (Finally can just listen to the lot, finally)
Not long after that I called it a night, after all I was going to spend time with Rhiannon tomorrow before I left.
Monday...the Mon-day?
Things happen involving this....this spamtasy on a Monday.
Example:
Caddy Shack meme.
I got up early, had my shower shit and shave and I felt good.
meeting Rhiannon at Flinders st at 12:30 to spend some time with her.
We talked, I swore and got the look (yes, swearing is a big no-no on Victorian trains..) and we reacher her place.....buuuut got pizza beforehand
We ate food, we drank pepsi, we chilled, we cuddled, we kissed, we talked, we spooned, we massaged and we looked in eachothers eyes.
it felt so good man to just be in her presence, I really do miss it and miss her as a whole more.
I took Lloyd Bear back with me and Rhiannon insisted on giving me my green beads back that I had given her in November, I know why but wish she didn't though they are nice to wear.
I left her my green near broken beads hidden (I knew she was cleaning her room and would find them) and my blue lighter, it may need a refill soon so here's hoping she doesn't chuck it!
before I knew it her parents were home and we chillaxed some more before my flight..oh the terrible flight
We got to the airport and gave eachother one last hug and kiss...she had insisted on giving me money to grab a drink before the flight.
Guiness? sure why not!
I also grabbed a cheese burger and scabbed a rollie from a wonderful woman at the airport smoking outside, wonderful old bird she was.
Got to the x-ray machines and forgot (AS USUAL) I was wearing a belt.
Guy at the machine made a joke about my piercings, something along the lines of this:
"hahahaa, better be careful buddy, your piercings might set the machinery off"
Now my stepfather works in this industry, he supplies the machinery so I know for a fact they'd have to set up really high in-order to set the machines off...
Him being a wanker I figured I'd give him some back.
I took my belt off (despite being instructed to take off my shoes), placed it on the belt to go through x-ray, gave him a sharp look and said "I hope my dick piercing doesn't set it off then" and had a chuckled
Joke was on him, what dick?
I walked through fine as he was shocked at what I said.
Not a long wait for the horror flight, I spammed once on another account (Banned now) and got on ze plane.
it was shit, my seat didn't tilt, there was no music or entertainment accept for one last gift from Rhiannon...
Something I hadn't read since I was a young teenager...a book...
I loved reading it on the flight, I got about 1/4 way through on the flight alone..
I arrived in Sydney and instantly had the blues, no Rhythm would cure this, I call it "back in Shitknee" Syndrome.
Mum was kind enough to grab me from the Airport and had a pack of smokes for me, fuck I love this woman.
I talked to her about the events that occured in Victoria and what was going on, she wasn't suprised and felt decisions made were wise.
She also started to ask questions about how serious the move to Brisbane is, its not quiet clear.
That evening I headed up to Umina for some fail......well kinda win, Newspaper rolling and delivering, which was the next ting.
But god damn...I was home........for now.
Next time I leave the state of New South Whales I hope to not have to return and call it home, or atleast have a date set for which I won't any further..
well, lets start this off with a bad ass tune also..
Not played or have significant level to the trip, just a bad ass tune.
Ok, so I had just met up with Rhiannon, Nathan had been invited to a beer garden thing?
We all said it'd be good and decided to go, Nathan had work on so I chilled with Rhiannon for a while which was good, Pizza, Hugs, kisses and meeting the parents, what more does a man want?
Rhiannon and I talked on the train heading to meeting Nathan, I had left my bag in his car and got ready at his place.
His parents talked to Nathan about drinking tonight, he informed them he was too wrecked and would get smashed easily, I told them it was ok, I was his designated drinker after all.
I got myself ready and borrowed a pair of Nathans shoes, yes I even forgot to pack my thongs for the fucking trip!!
FUUUUUUUU-
Anyway, I stretched the living shit out of his size 11's, lol
To sum up the evening:
Toga wearing men who are free balling (big fucking thumbs up gentleman) Lots of people A see-saw Pure Blondes x 5? Bacardi shots x 3 Bundy Rum x 1 Banned on Ozhonda for a second time Talks with Rhiannon and I 10 people crammed in a room Cuddles and sleeping on a 2 seater couch Me snoring like a freight train People being kept up by the snoring and two people going at it all night
Was a good night.
And again we had Drunk Again playing, which Nathan and I screamed at teh top of our lungs..
With Rhiannon, Sim and another guy who's name started with L, I frankly have a mind blank right now and don't recall his name......god he was a legend though.
He was the one rooting all night and BOY was the hickie he left on the girls neck.....he got a high five from Rhiannon, Nathan and myself for his tireless efforts, it was that fucking wicked sick you'd have to see it to truly believe.
Rhiannon and I talked some more and shared a Gudang, she got an epic headspin and I just salivated in goodness.
As it would turn out, I'll be staying at Nathan's for the rest of my time here.
Before I knew it Friday was here, Nathan had work again and Rhiannon and I had to head off to Dinner with the Supporters.
Man dinner was good, 30 bucks for a 290gram steak, well worth it.
Rhiannon had fish and chips and was tired as from not sleeping....sadly she was the worse off from my snoring victims, poor thing :(
Dinner was good, got to meet up with all the boys and have a good chat and a meal.
(Wasn't expecting the Camera, shoulda given her a smooch)
Rhiannon was absolutely smashed and needed sleep, so she departed early and headed for bed....to discover she was banned also, fucking Joyride.
Well, I did drive 900k's for a hug and a kiss with Adam, after all he deserved it for driving 200k's for a kiss and a cuddle with his ex.
Red stuff is red and lumpy...
Time for another tune? fuck yes!
I also posed infront of a yellow Ferrari, I will post the lulzy pictures later when I recieve them.
Everyone had departed and sadly Nathan and Sim got to us at 11, lol, Nathan slept well and Lukey, Adam, Rodney and I had a chance to chill and chat when they arrived.
After a bit of chill-ax we headed off to the bottle shop.....Johnny Walker red was what we concluded and we accidently the whole bottle, felt good man.
We all enjoyed some lulz, a gudang and some drinks, what more do we want?
4am we called it an evening as we woke Nathans mum...whoooopsie...
Rodney and I stayed up for a while chatting about things, I had started 'snoring' while being up...
Ok, so I recently visited the state of Victoria, first time I've done so since.....1 or 2 years of age?
So how did it all start?
Well I've been long overdue to visit this fine state, I've made many friends in the state and I did promise to visit the Mel-burn Ozhonda members for sometime, actually that I would in November which didn't happen.....
But Brisbane and Surfers was totally awesome.
Lets kick this mother off with some Reel Big Fish, EH?!
So, a few weeks before the events of this trip Nathan and I planned something..
Nathan was going to drive 900k's up to Sydney for kisses, cuddles and to hold hands (awww, totally Bromanctic)
Also to get his Tattoo
SO it was set, Nathan was going to come up and we'd arrive in Victoria on Friday..
Well that changed when I wanted to suprise Rhiannon a day early..so we left Wednesday night to Arrive Thursday morning
Nathan did the epic drive to Sydney again on Tuesday and enjoyed it, this time he had Linh with him (who is a top chick)
On the way Nathan stopped off to meet a Brisbanite who was on his way back from Victoria, original plan was to drive back with Dan but unfortunately there were license issues, licenses expiring to be precise...*shakes fist*
Anyway, they met up at an epic place, had submarines and everything, this place is 'doesn'tafraidofanything-ville'
Dan and Bec saw Nathan and Linh pull up, Dan said "I knew you were Lloyds friend from teh Pedo Bear sticker"
I don't resent that remark, LOL
The simple drive back was good, they arrive around 6 or 7 and it was good to catch up with everyone again :)
Once everyone got up here we chilled, drank some water (fuck it was fucking hot) and chatted.
Not too long after Adam and Jesse arrived with food, fucking legends!!
Not long after that it was time to put on our drinking faces.
I had a few shots of tequila and said "meh, its not doing anything after 4 shots, I won't bother"
Adam had his Johnny Walker and Jesse had his Corona's (which I inherited because he wins, lol)
I lost the sculling contest to Adam....yes, I can't believe it either.
Fast forward a few hours and Linh is asleep as is Bec.
What do 5 20-something year olds do at 2am?
PRANK CALLS!!!
Johnny Tran was calling fuckers up, he wanted a BJ 4dlulz.
Time passed (about 2 hours?) and we all started to call it a night, best prank was the last one, 20 minutes this chick was on teh phone, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA FUCKING WIN!
So we all slept, Adam wasn't feeling so good, what do you eat before drinkin?:
Lots Little bit A salad
Adam chose the Salad, got tanked, had a good night and chucked.
Was winrar.
The line "suck my dick, I'm a shark" has never been so funneh!
Anyway, we all slept bar Linh and I.
hmmm, time to change track.....tooooo.
Wednesday, a very-fucking-busy-day.
I did eventually sleep, as did Linh, around 6-7am we finally went to sleep after talking and getting to know one another, after all the only time Linh and I had conversed was during darker times over the phone.
Woke up around 10 or so? with everyone going to Maccas for food, I fell back asleep for a little bit, lol.
We all got up, Dan wanted to go to Honbits for some mudflaps and while we were in the area (and Adam and Jesse were getting ready for kick boxing and shiz) I decided to show Nathan, Dan and Bec where the first ever Monthly I organised was.
Felt good to have something to show and we had Ice Cream, which Bec insisted on not having, so I had another one, which I got her to hold.....and eat, lol.
Not long after that Adam and Jesse were ready, we met at 7/11, little did I realise there is nowhere to have a slash, FUCK SAKE!
Anyway, we all headed to that place called....
KINGS CROSS!!
Just to remind you:
For Nathans Tattoo..
What kind of Tattoo?
A simple one really..
Not long after we got there Adam and Jesse had to depart to the art of kicking and boxes.
Dan and Bec had split from us due to the City being shoghey.
They grabbed fuel and I directed them to where we parked.
Not long after that we organised who was doing the tattoo, the price (150 big ones) AND grabbed some grub.
Nathan also saw his first Tranny?
60 year old man, wrinkley as fuck, bald head wearing womans clothes and a wig.
I knew to expect this but Nathan was kinda....mindfucked, which I mind fucked him the previous night thanks to a thread of my own creation, the Confessions thread.
So after we got the print out for his tattoo (net cafe's ftw) and grabbed some grub (visiting maccas twice, fuck yes) we headed to the tattoo place.
A few buzzing noises and it was done, vietnamese sex style, quick and painless.
The result was this (shitty photo alert)
Nathan felt good man, 150 bucks and his first tattoo done!
Now to get home, get ready for Victoria and go-go-GOOOOOOO!
But before we depart?
We must head back to my place so we can pack our cars, Dan and Bec were spoiled from her parents and they got a hotel room or the evening, which is so cash!
Claire had the shits because Dan and Bec slept in my room, pfffft, fuck off.
Not long after we were ready to go!!!
Cars packed [Check] Bags packed....ok we had to go past mums [Check] Music [Check] Food? well we grabbed that on the way.
Not long after we were on the road to Victoria!
Nathan chucked 'Cheer up' on by Reel Big Fish and fuck it felt good man, that cd was on 80% of the trip, we changed CD's but changed back in no time, HAHAHAHAHHAA!
Time to change tracks:
We got on the road-road to Victoria at about 8-ish and we had some driving to do..
Felt so good to know that Rhiannon still had no Idea that midday Thursday she would also be seeing me rather then Friday morning at 8am, hehe.
Nathan, Linh and I had been driving along and had to stop for fuel and ze toilet after a while.
Each time Drunk Again came on Nathan and I belted it out at the top of our lungs, I'm not saying it sounded good but it felt fucking good man!
Not too long after we needed to stop for a bathroom visit again and I called Rhiannon (sneakily told her I was on a cruise with mates...she was also, lol)
See what I did there? lol
I also consumed a certain amount of energy drinks, Monster being one of them.
Nathan and Linh also consumed one each and we all had the same result..
We were sick, me vomiting and Nathan and Linh feeling sick in the stomach, I guess I'm just a bitch lol.
We continued driving until about 1:30ish, I noticed Nathan was doing the 2 finger steering = I'm fucking tired (I'd know, I did that a bit on the way to Brisbane)
So I told him to pull over and let me drive for half an hour while he slept..
Yeah, suspended and driving I know, but he needed sleep.
So Nathan slept for a while and I ended up driving for 2 1/2 hours, we stopped off at Albury to get fuel, stretch our legs and take a wizzard.
We stopped and did our thing...and Nathan and I switched...only moments later him getting pulled over...lol
What caused it?
A Transit van, it seeing Nathan forget to put his headlights on then fiddling with the GPS, it told us to go left as we were in the middle lane....olawd.
He got pulled over, cop was cool actually, didn't tell me to put my smoke out as most cops do AND it was quick and painless, thank fuck.
We continued to drive until about 5am where Nathan couldn't drive anymore nor was I in any state to.
Linh was up and read while we slumbered.
I woke up at 7am, was freezing and realised I didn't pack a Jumper (FML when packing after 3 hours of sleep)
I got up (nipple stags and all) and needed to piss, which was cold also, steam came from it lol.
Nathan slept till 8 and we continued to drive not long after.
What was for breakfast you might ponder?
To add to imagery, Nathan and I would also belt this song out....or atleast I would?
We stopped, stretched our tired legs and continued on, Nathan and I had breakfast and Linh wanted pancakes.
We kept going for a while and before I knew it, time to see that almighty Wizzard...and grab some PANCAKES!!!!
During this time of the wizzard visitation, I discovered the toilets were fucked.
Infact, horribly fucked, there was a Nissan Silvia meet in the toilet....it looked like a skidpan.
...anyway, we were not far out of being in Melbourne, such a good fucking feeling!
We arrive at Nathans place and clearly we're all wrecked, we chilled for a while, had a quick shower and got ready to ninja suprise the beautiful Rhiannon :)
Nathan called Rhiannon and just let her know he was on the way and where to meet him, lol, she didn't see it coming.
We get there and start walking across the road, Rhiannon kinda ruined the suprise, I was going to get her but instead she started walking and saw Nathan and I.
Shock was had, EPIC SHOCK.
She was happy but not happy I suprised her, what can I say, she doesn't like suprises and I knew it LOL
We casually walked and I after a bit of hugs and kisses I explained HOW we planned it, Rhiannon was extra suprised because Nathan doesn't keep secrets (heheheee)
After that we sat in a nice spot and I proceeded to call those who were in on it, lol
Rhiannon called her Mum first to let her know about the Suprise, hehe.
This was an awesome feeling, seeing her face light up was just....so-so very awesome, much like herself.
I was fairly nervous about it but it all came to ease when I saw her green eyes, her black shirt, her jeans and her hair.
She said she looked horrible but I know I looked far worse, HAHAHAHHAHAHAA
Have you ever just been so come over with such emotion and memory it chokes you? was the only way to remove the hand from your throat and allow you to breath was to just to blurt shit into a population of family and friends on facebook?
If you answered 'NO' to the last one you're lucky, very lucky, you're not as stupid as I nor have another dollar bill to your name for being wrong.
This morning I had my random full play-list on, of all songs I had on my computer Johnny Nash played.
Just play the song as you continue to read, eh?
For a bit of history of the song:
It was released in 1972 on an album of the same name by Johnny Nash
Now this was once a song I could love and listen to for hours on end and just love my life, I loved it, I could probably make a day out of it, all I needed was a packet of cigarettes and a way for this song to be punched out extremely loud.
Now I can't, I can't stand the song, it makes me cry, it makes me hurt and it makes me want to yell and scream in an inhumane manner, it makes me connect with my father in the shittiest way possible.
Despite how I now loath this song, last night it started, I knew what it would do to me and I forced myself to listen to it once more, on repeat, for about 4 hours time this morning in pathetic attempt to just feel the moment and cry whatever I could out.
To analyse, Spam = Morphine, it numbs everything.
Last night the morphine and mind numbing of spam didn't work, hence the moltov effect where I just threw that bottle of emotion blindly.
I probably should have just turned the internet off and sat in bed, continued to cry until the wee hours in the morning, but did I? fuck no.
I didn't want to wake everyone with the sound of my yelling, screaming and crying.
Which come to think about it, it'd probably sound like all Super Saiyan transformation in one (providing you watched the Dragon Ball (Z, GT, etc) series)
Now that I have released that, I think its time for ANOTHER Cigarette, I consumed 4-5 while posting that, it took me a good hour or so to write while listening to I can see clearly now.
Driving down to Victoria was good, and yes I drove a little bit of it, about 250k's.
To add some ba-dum-tish here, I drove 900k's for kisses and cuddles, fuck it was awesome.
(not doing the Victoria write up now Arek before you start thinking "FINALLY!!!")
Reel Big Fish, such an epic band, excellent instrumental, excellent lyrics and they can sing about whatever they like and you'll still feel both sides of the song and take in the bad but feel and dance to the good.
Driving down to Victoria Nathan and I had their epic album 'Cheer Up' on.
It was on 80% of the time and it felt good man.
There was one song that we both would just belt out at the top of our lungs regardless (and fuck me it felt good)
Infact, everytime this song was on we would belt it out, hell everytime its on now I need to yell it out!
This song somewhat reminds me of my Father, which hurts, but it being a Reel Big Fish song, there is two sides of the song which makes is why I can bare it.
Just incase you haven't heard it, its Drunk Again, number 16 on the album, go and get the album guys!
Fact with everyone is this:
"If I had a dollar bill for everytime I've been wrong, I'd be a self made millionaire."
I have returned from Victoria my blog-o-shit followers.
Victoria was quiet an experience frankly, it was good and dare I say it?
Character building?
mmmm, nah not quiet but perhaps it has started something that may adjust whom I am?
Anway, I promise I'll do a brief write up of my time in Mel-burn soon guys and dolls, I've only really got to my premises.
But I felt this was a more pressing issue really.
In life I have experienced alot yet I have recently experienced alot of good versus negative.
Realisation also contributes.
Sadly I didn't have fitting words for this until this afternoon thanks to a facebook status, as usual the un-original shall become changed and.....well, still un-original from my lips somehow.
The status is now changed to the following:
The best thing in life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes, your weaknesses, all of your flaws and still thinks you're completely amazing, special, unique, beautiful and loves you.
I honestly can't think of more to write right now, perhaps a part II shall follow.
I just want to leave you all with thoughts and supply some Reel Big Fish.
I did alot of thinking and feeling during this time, it was a simple 5km jog and I consumed 2 cigarettes during this jog and it wasn't bad.
I found my Metallica CD collection on an old HD this morning and was pleased, listening to Metallica and going for a jog is just good for the soul really.
Whilst jogging I could feel the heat and the slight breeze following me, it felt good on my sweating body and exhausted legs.
Today is one of those days I'd love to get up and go for a run in the Civic, oh how I miss that car.
The roads I travel aren't anything on this
but the feel is still good, the high rev's, the smell of brakes and tyres the end result, a smile from ear to ear and all the problems I had beforehand are now gone.
Recently I recieved a shout out from Arek on his "Sincere Apologies" post (which was good to read after some time of no posts)
The shoutout was felt but not necessary.
To cut a long story short, he posted my comment on Facebook (didn't see that coming, seriously)
He was interested in further re-iteration, so re-iterate I shall.
The Comment was:
"Don't forget, you're chasing freedom as we all are, don't be afraid to hurt other people, say what they won't and don't want to hear and remember, don't be afraid to be a Monster and destroy, sometimes it can be the best thing you'll ever do for yourself."
Here is analysing it.
"don't be afraid to hurt other people"
I have a saying in life, its "Live life without regret"
In reality this line is me, I won't do or say something and regret it later, that may make the line more clear, if not:
You're going to live once, you're going to live it, you're going to love, you're going to be loved, be hated and hate others in this thing we call 'life', don't live life with regrets or sorrow, make your decision and don't you fucking dare look back and regret it!
If you're hurting other people don't be afraid to do it, just do it there and then, crush them there and then without mercy if necessary, in reality hiding this will only hurt yourself and not allow you to live life without regret, the more you hide it the more its going to hurt them when you destroy them, lets not forget you.
"say what they won't and don't want to hear"
In the back of your mind you know what people around you want to hear and what they don't.
Have you ever informed someone of reality, how life is and then smacked them in the face with the fact that you want nothing to do with them?
Lets not forget further re-iterating to them WHY.
Now, have you ever told them that to their face?
You see it in their eyes, in their tears, in their soft cries.
Depending on the person, holding back that smile and laughter is the hardest thing to do at this point, what you have done was right, but so wrong to them, but you just did it and could dance ontop of a street light.
You've destroyed them, you've told them what they don't want to hear and you loved it.
Have you ever been told the worst news of your life to date?
You were destroyed, right?
You may not have shed tears, no doubt you did but your once strong wall is gone forever, you're left with a hard hat, some cement and the bricks.
My Mother didn't want to tell me this nor did I want to hear it at the time, she knew what she had to do regardless and wasn't afraid to do so.
and "remember, don't be afraid to be a Monster and destroy, sometimes it can be the best thing you'll ever do for yourself"
It speaks for itself really.
Don't be afraid to be that person you hate, the heartless monster, the destroyer of a person who leaves them to rebuild themselves (not for someone else to rebuild)
I'll refer to this/them as a fuck;
Sometimes being this fuck is the best thing you're going to do for yourself, becoming and being this fuck will hurt you equally but when you look back at it, you'll smile, you'll laugh, you'll hug them then want to destroy them.
This evening I had one of those moments that I'll no doubt continue to blog about until this very blog dies in the destruction and end of the internet being found.
Anyway, Today has been a fairly 'meh' day, not too good, not too bad.
Commercial cleaning is over thank fuck and next week is almost here, its going to be epic.
Anyway, what made my day horrid yet oh so wonderful was this.
My Mother and I had just finished cleaning the first of three places we had to clean this evening, the Radio was on and it was 2GO 107.7 (Gosford station, its good stuff guys) and they had their top 30 list or something?
A familiar voice turned on, Sugar Ray.
Naturally I turned the volume up to 15, Believe it or not Ford Territory stereo systems aren't too bad.
I love Sugar Ray, it was on my list of groups I couldn't listen to because of Dads passing, eventually listened to them but somehow skipped a song?
It was Every Morning by them, I somehow missed this song, I know if I did hear it beforehand I would have bawwwwed for hours.
To give this song some purpose, Dad and I used to drive and this song would come on in '99.
Dad loved this song, this was leaks of former Dad appearing, oh how my young self couldn't appreciate the off-tone singing, little did I know back then that I'd miss it years later.
Last time this song was on for us was one quiet night where we went for a drive to Palm Beach whilst I was on my L's which we sung off-tone and loudly.
Hearing the song this evening was hard as you'd know, I'm making a post after all.
I turned the volume up as mentioned previous, the song started and I was chocked with tears and managed to muster "this song reminds me of Dad"
Shortly it was followed by tears and that sought you make when crying and in extreme pain.
I don't think Mums ever seen me in such a state, let alone over a song by Sugar Ray.
It fucking hurt so much, my heart felt like it was in a G-clamp and know what?
As some may have noticed, I finally have a half decent Banner.
I noticed my good mate Arek (link to ze mans blog) had an awesome Banner, so I figured why not and asked him how to make one?
Arek and I go back a bit, we used to actually go to high school together, believe it or not we got back in touch after high school thanks to a forum called flawedmst and its very own spam thread.
Me being Me, I spam, everywhere....alot.
He has been very quiet lately with the amount of shit he has going on, though its good to know he has found inspiration again and is still 'chasing freedom' if you will.
He explained the simple process to me and I do appreciate him taking the time out to explain it.
Once I let it sink in I cracked open the shop and got to work, I didn't want it to be overly busy yet I didn't want it to be overly complex.
Bare in mine the Banner isn't exactly what I had in mind, its simple and works for the time being until I want to break out hard on Photoshop.
To some people a year is a long time and to others its short.
2009 in question (and the leading up to it) has been the longest year of my life, it feels good its over, it feels good that the next century is going to deliver something other then constant kick-to-balls action.
Like sure, having my balls played with ain't bad (just sayin') but kicked, no, dislike.
I was going through my old photo's and had my head absolutely raped by my appearance and how its changed oh-so-much.
To go back in memory, I remember back in late 2008 I was in my prime for event organising, I had just organised my 8th Monthly for Sydney, it was an absolute MASSIVE meet, everyone had a good time, everyone got along and ate, had a joke and we all chilled.
It was simply awesome, to this day I feel it was my most successful meet beside the first meet and the last Monthly.
It was the meet that kept me organising for some time, even after Dads suicide (I did one or two more AFTER he passed) and funnily enough, seeing these pictures and remembering makes me want to do it once again.
During the meet Dad gave me a call and asked how the meet was going and how the sunburn was, he could hear the amount of people and knew it was going off, shame he couldn't be there.
December 2008
I look at it like this, I won't waste my time with Sydney, I will patiently wait for my move to Brisbane then Darryl and I will organise together.
It will be ultimate.
Not long after that meet I started working for a place called Modern Solar, good job, shit pay but I did well there, climbed the corporate ladder discretely, quickly and efficently.
For the first (and last) time ever an OzHonda monthly of my organising would have food I actually paid for, LOL.
This was also a truly an epic meet, this also makes me want to keep organising, easily 150+ people showed up to this event and I was so proud of myself for being able to organise despite all the shit thats been going on.
The carpark had 78 spots, people double and triple parked, people did laps to try and get parking for this event, it was truly priceless and epic.
May 2009
Not so long after this meet I went to Queensland to see my Family and Participate in the Epic Annual July Cruise, sadly not long after that (Once I returned home) I lost my license, I lost my car, On the weekend of that bullshit happening my Grandfather was taken to hospital and to top it off, I was fired on that Tuesday where I had the Monday off.
Truly the perfect example of "2009-FML"
Now bare in mind this, in the last picture I was an easy 150kilo's (no doubt same or just off in the last picture)
Now of course in July I decided I needed to fucking lose some weight, I started doing walks at night just to help me out and watched what I ate a little more.
I got on the scales and my weight, 145kilos
Sadly I haven't had real employment since Modern and have tried my fucking hardest to.
Here we are at another Meet I've organised, the Honda Swap Meet which was quiet a success.
40-ish people who came to sell parts, have a laugh and grab a sausage.
We all pretty much knew eachother which was good.
Was good to catch up with mates who I haven't seen in months
December 2009
I'm now down to 111.9, though was 110 on the dot on Christmas Eve.
Having this headfuck was awesome, looking at that last photo I feel as though I do appeal to females now, feels good man.
