Mmm...why does Cadbury's Hazelnut Chocolate taste so good???
Was telling G this story earlier...how my love of hazelnuts started with me following my mum's dad (who passed away 28Mar97...Good Friday...) to the supermarket in Singapore when I was a lot smaller (about eightish) and yea, he was teaching me about all the different food items and everything...and took a handful of hazelnuts to try, and gave me a few to munch on too while we walked through the fresh produce...and then we walked back to the hazelnuts........I think that's where I started really liking hazelnuts...and yea...have a block of hazelnut chocolate everywhere...you can ask anyone what chocolate I eat, and if they are observant, they will realise it's hazelnut...hehe...
Well, Friday was not the last day of TAFE as I -kinda- happily found out...this definately reminded me of times in Bathurst, where there were three day duties, and we'd go out Friday and Saturday nights too...as well as work Fridays to Sundays...hehe...I'm absoloutely shattered, but it's a bit of a walk down memory lane...
Just finished two days of Queensland Ambulance Service's "Apply Basic First Aid"...it was quite interesting not "existing" in the class...I attended it for free...bored, plus, it got me away from midget...who called me Saturday...but more on him later....unfortunately...anyhow, it was a good few days, had a couple of South Africans in the class, on top of Max, Lee and "me", and yea, just had a ball...
Last night was a biggie though...on a very limited budget...but it was good...met Scott, a skin cancer doctor, and Jodie, his Pede nurse wife...which was interesting...and had drinks with some of the staff at the Pig too...Jess for one...who, (because G wasn't there with me...and felt a bit down...) I asked to rate me out of 10...I got a 9.5/10...apparently, I've got the "whole package"...intelligence, sociability, looks, and easy going.....and that if something might happen between someone and I, that that person was very lucky to have me...
So, let's see, TAFE discussed (I've actually got video from our self defence lesson, but I'm not allowed to upload it anywhere online......), Pig discussed, G to be discussed...so that leaves Midget...great...:(
So, anyhow, Midget calls me up, in the middle of class on Saturday, ya de da de da bullshit about how I said I was going to live at the house on a short term basis, which is correct, until I had to do that whole shite with the medical (which is the Friday coming...:( )...and all this and that...and what not...and that my room mate is leaving on 19 April and that the room needs to be renovated and all that...so I have to leave the house on the 19 April...! WHAT THE FUCK!? I am seriously thinking of breaking his legs....but then again...I need to use "reasonable and proportionate force to the threat being offered" under the Criminal Code Act Section 546...to "defend myself"...so, another spanner to go into the works....I'm definitely going to be having a chat to the university now, and hopefully the Australian Tax Office and Queensland Tenancy Board...needless to say, I'm pretty steamed about it....but I really have got bigger fish to fry...I'm sure the sudden appearance of certain items on his computer is enough for reasonable and proportionate force of me beating the shit out of him...with a ten pound sledgey...
Enough about the fuckhead...I've been having an absoloutely wonderful week until that point...and I hope to at least be able to salvage enough to smile again...headache, fuckwits and lack of appetite be damned...
Things, I think, are progressing with G...was looking at a picture of her earlier on my phone (that I "don't" have) where she looks absoloutely beautiful...her face is glowing, and she seems happy...well, with a comment like this:
chocolatebox>NEWSFLASH!! Men really are from mars!! says (8:32 PM):
so really I think spending ANY time with you is nice.
=)
I guess things are on the up and up...and I get to see her tomorrow morning after not seeing her over the weekend...and let me assure you...she sounds really cute when she's sleepy....hehe...no, nothing like that happened....she was nice enough, while babysitting her cousins, to give me a wake up call at 0630 this morning....after I got home and talked to her and finally went to bed at 0230....but yea...I don't think she even remembered talking to me until I confirmed it later on in the morning by sms...hehe...
So, I have to finish this now, G's waiting for it so she can choose to either shoot to kill or maim me for what I've said in today's post...and she's got an early morning too....while I finally get a sleep in...yay...
Be safe...and thinking of you G...
N
Who Is The Black Chinaman?
- Nick
- Kuala Belait, Brunei
- Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you? I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply turned up. Living and working back in Brunei, after a 14 year absence... Also known as: Brunei, NASA, Bruise-Eye, Bru, Cheesecake, Nick, BruNick, BruMedNick, Two Step etc etc etc
Showing posts with label Angry. Show all posts
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Sunday, 30 March 2008
Sunday, 9 March 2008
Caution, Bad Words Ahead...Lots Of Em...
-WARNING: Contents of this post are harsh and brutal...don't like it, fuck off-
This is fucking bullshit...
It's 1005 on a Sunday, there's intermittent rain and sun periods (so much for going to the beach), and I'm here updating my blog layout and all the rigmarole, and I can hear my landlord in the room next to mine discussing the following...
The installation of six...count them, SIX...bunk beds into this house in the next few weeks...there's already SEVEN of us here in the house on a week to week basis, not including the landlord and his two children (bringing the total to TEN!)...in a FOUR bedroom house...this is seriously fucked up....and I'M FUCKING STUCK HERE!
Regarding my post yesterday after my rueful absence, I still stand by my comments that the occupants of the house (during the week) are a great bunch, well, except one guy, but he's just strange to everyone (there's always one in the group....and it was normally me...hehe), but now, with this bloody, money grubbing, dogs vomit, imbecile of a man being my landlord, I'm in a tight spot.
TL:DR, Housemates Good, Landlord Fucking Shortarsed Greedy Condescending Idiot.
That's another thing that rattles my bones about him, he's bloody condescending....I really hate it when people talk down to me...and he's a bloody idiot...in the space of a conversation, with someone who's a prospective house occupant (after Earl left...more about him later), he asked me SIX times what my job was in the house (which is cleaning the toilet...everyone in the house is assigned jobs); even the person looked at his strangely, as in, "Dumb fuck, I know that Nick's cleaning the toilet, as probably does everyone else in the fucking house, so shut the fuck up..."
Yea, if you didn't realise, I don't like him much...which bring me to another issue...one that actually popped up on Friday...
I have to get a psychologist report from here for my current mental health status to provide to Health Services Australia (HSA), which will then provide a report to the Immigration department who will then issue me with a visa. The last I checked, I believe that I'm currently of sound mind and though, not currently on any medications, prescription or otherwise, except alcohol and nicotine. Anyway, I got a letter on Friday from the psychologists with whom I've got a referral for after a hell of a lot of phonecalls and talking and organising and all that, and they're charging me...
THAT IS BULLSHIT. $2200. TWO THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. I CAN GO TO A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL, AND ENJOY MYSELF FOR ONE AND A HALF HOURS, AND PROBABLY COME OUT WITH CHANGE FOR THAT AMOUNT OF MONEY!
They want to know my current mental health status. Yup, that's right, they can make a very, very good psych evaluation after talking to me for one and a half hours. I wonder why they didn't send Charles Manson or Ted Bundy to these guys? They must be that good at what they do...
I'm going to call Immigration and HSA and ask, is it really necessary? I can't get a job at the moment because I do not have a visa, so I can't pay for this evaluation (I'm not going to ask mum for some help for this BS), I can't get my visa without this evaluation...so, I'm stuck in an ever increasing circle of shit...well, considering I've been in worst spots, this is looking alright at the moment...but yea, bringing me back to my first section of rant for this wonderfully rainy Sunday, I can't move out unless I have a proof of income, so I'm stuck with the midget (I shall now call him Fuckwit).
TL:DR, Can't move out, no job. No job because of no visa. No visa because of no medical report. No medical report because of no job. Fucked.
Ok, enough for now...
N
This is fucking bullshit...
It's 1005 on a Sunday, there's intermittent rain and sun periods (so much for going to the beach), and I'm here updating my blog layout and all the rigmarole, and I can hear my landlord in the room next to mine discussing the following...
The installation of six...count them, SIX...bunk beds into this house in the next few weeks...there's already SEVEN of us here in the house on a week to week basis, not including the landlord and his two children (bringing the total to TEN!)...in a FOUR bedroom house...this is seriously fucked up....and I'M FUCKING STUCK HERE!
Regarding my post yesterday after my rueful absence, I still stand by my comments that the occupants of the house (during the week) are a great bunch, well, except one guy, but he's just strange to everyone (there's always one in the group....and it was normally me...hehe), but now, with this bloody, money grubbing, dogs vomit, imbecile of a man being my landlord, I'm in a tight spot.
TL:DR, Housemates Good, Landlord Fucking Shortarsed Greedy Condescending Idiot.
That's another thing that rattles my bones about him, he's bloody condescending....I really hate it when people talk down to me...and he's a bloody idiot...in the space of a conversation, with someone who's a prospective house occupant (after Earl left...more about him later), he asked me SIX times what my job was in the house (which is cleaning the toilet...everyone in the house is assigned jobs); even the person looked at his strangely, as in, "Dumb fuck, I know that Nick's cleaning the toilet, as probably does everyone else in the fucking house, so shut the fuck up..."
Yea, if you didn't realise, I don't like him much...which bring me to another issue...one that actually popped up on Friday...
I have to get a psychologist report from here for my current mental health status to provide to Health Services Australia (HSA), which will then provide a report to the Immigration department who will then issue me with a visa. The last I checked, I believe that I'm currently of sound mind and though, not currently on any medications, prescription or otherwise, except alcohol and nicotine. Anyway, I got a letter on Friday from the psychologists with whom I've got a referral for after a hell of a lot of phonecalls and talking and organising and all that, and they're charging me...
- $500 for the consultation fee (PER VISIT)
- $1200 for the report
THAT IS BULLSHIT. $2200. TWO THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. I CAN GO TO A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL, AND ENJOY MYSELF FOR ONE AND A HALF HOURS, AND PROBABLY COME OUT WITH CHANGE FOR THAT AMOUNT OF MONEY!
They want to know my current mental health status. Yup, that's right, they can make a very, very good psych evaluation after talking to me for one and a half hours. I wonder why they didn't send Charles Manson or Ted Bundy to these guys? They must be that good at what they do...
I'm going to call Immigration and HSA and ask, is it really necessary? I can't get a job at the moment because I do not have a visa, so I can't pay for this evaluation (I'm not going to ask mum for some help for this BS), I can't get my visa without this evaluation...so, I'm stuck in an ever increasing circle of shit...well, considering I've been in worst spots, this is looking alright at the moment...but yea, bringing me back to my first section of rant for this wonderfully rainy Sunday, I can't move out unless I have a proof of income, so I'm stuck with the midget (I shall now call him Fuckwit).
TL:DR, Can't move out, no job. No job because of no visa. No visa because of no medical report. No medical report because of no job. Fucked.
Ok, enough for now...
N
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