Poklog

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61698872011-04-22T04:21:55.256+10:00PoklogMy head is sore, and there is a hole in the brick wall.pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1092542769306610122004-08-15T14:00:00.000+10:002004-08-15T14:06:09.310+10:00

I just realised it's been a long time since I last posted. Time has flown by... I've certainly kept myself busy. The past two weeks, in dash points! - Sydney is crap town. - Good pants are hard to find. - D&D rocks. I'm going to a second group tonight. - Theatersports rocks even more. - The second D&D group is full of theatersports people. - I need to learn to make sales. - Home automation

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Burnt out. I've thrown myself into work recently- Which was pretty easy, I was training on the Gold Coast and there wasn't much distractions. And I enjoyed doing it. But yesterday, there was another bloody car audio install. There is a massive difference between training for home automation and fucking around cutting holes in cars. And I certainly prefer the latter. I just got over it, and wanted

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1090409145628923062004-07-21T21:14:00.000+10:002004-07-21T21:53:42.033+10:00

I went along to a Theatersports rehersal tonight. I haven't had a chance to really flow for ages. I'm still not up on the performing side of things, not as driven as I used to be, but talking to other Drama Types was great. Just rambling stories... Taking things in odd directions. It's refreshing, talking in 'open' statements, leaving something for the other party to build on, rather than a '

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1090244266441310542004-07-19T23:37:00.000+10:002004-07-19T23:37:46.440+10:00

How about we just pretend last week never happened?

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There is a mother that catches the same bus as I do, some mornings. Her daughter is disabled, and doesn't have the use of her legs. Obviously, she doesn't seem to be the cheeriest of children. I saw her laughing the other day. One of her brothers was pulling faces, or somesuch, and she was giggling like a little Anna. It bought a smile to my face, to see such a thing. The mother, however... She

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All the fun of companionship made me forget the joy of romance. No, really, I'm not spending all my hours reminiscing. I miss her, and think of her almost every day, but life moves on. I know that, and I've been doing other things as well. Work, mainly. heh, the other day, I decided that to turn all the lights in the shop on of a morning, one button was not easy enough. So I told the Vantage

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"Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have- to hold on tight until the dawn." -Gregory David Roberts, 'Shantaram'

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I'm doing OK, I think. She's chatting to me again, which took a lot off my mind. Although it was a very stilted conversation. I know you don't want to hear me pine, so I'll be quick. I still think about her constantly. It's the little things- Sasha always used to say she loved the fact I couldn't cook at all but never let that stop me. I kept on trying to prove her wrong. Tonight I made a rocking

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1088311415575941882004-06-27T14:43:00.000+10:002004-06-27T14:43:35.576+10:00

I had never felt so worthless as I did yesterday. I am no longer even worth an hour of her time... All I have to remember her is ten lines of text.

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So now I'll try to forget. Now I'll try to forget the curve of her lower back, and her hip, when I slid my arm around her. I'll try to forget her hair sliding across her cheek, when she tilted her head, to think over something I said. I'll try to forget the bounce in her step, when she knew she would only be away from me for a short while. I'll try to forget all of the different ways she

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1087700311455281022004-06-20T12:58:00.000+10:002004-06-20T12:58:31.456+10:00

Yeah, it's been a month, but memory is shot so I'll give you last weeks highlights. My gorgeous came up to Lismore on the long weekend, and it was most excellent. I think I like two people sleeping in a single bed... It forces you to cuddle more. I've been composing a post of sorts to describe that weekend a little better, so I'll let it lie for now. We put up a 61 inch plasma screen in the

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1085393931237115412004-05-24T20:18:00.000+10:002004-05-24T20:18:51.236+10:00

*mad* Castle Party last weekend. They had about 800 through the gates, and the site was set out just right- not too big, not too small. There was plenty of ambient attractions- not just the stage. There was a few tents, several fires, and a large carpark. And there was Sasha. :) (Not the DJ) And my sister, and a few other friends. Getting back to Lismore was hectic, I ended up staying a night in

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Started work today, in the hi fi place that sell Nightlife. Well, they sell Nightlife now that I started. We sat down to a meeting of sorts today, covering things like how we are going to present ourselves to clients- We are a one stop, local shop for everything audio, visual, and lighting. Audio: Hi-fi, paging, public address, background music... Visual: Normal CRT televisions, rear projection,

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1084793322915764412004-05-17T21:28:00.000+10:002004-05-17T21:28:42.916+10:00

We can try and control our desires, but it never works. That's what makes life interesting.

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Today definitely made up for yesterday. One of the best days I've had in a while. Started out bright and early with a nice big run, and at the end of the run was a message at home saying Mum was going to find a way to earn me an extra few grand on paper, to try and get me considered independent by Centerlink, and therefore get more money. As happy I was with that, it got better. If I can find a

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1083758365914951072004-05-05T21:59:00.000+10:002004-05-05T22:03:51.280+10:00

Today definetly made up for yesterday. One of the best days I've had in a while. Started out bright and early with a nice big run, and at the end of the run was a message at home saying Mum was going to find a way to earn me an extra few grand on paper, to try and get me considered independent by Centerlink, and therefore get more money. As happy I was with that, it got better. If I can find a

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1083665484826190432004-05-04T20:11:00.000+10:002004-05-04T20:15:23.686+10:00

ooooooh Centerlink shits me. Turns out that I can't be considered independent, I didn't earn enough since I left school. So I need to find out my mother's income. I ask her to find two pieces of paperwork and fax them, and she makes it out like pulling teeth. So I probably won't be getting Centerlink payments this week. And since I am away all next week, probably not then either. NCGT still

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1083503175166276272004-05-02T23:06:00.000+10:002004-05-02T23:10:36.420+10:00

Went to a crankin rave last night, the Mardi Grass party. It was big- maybe 2 thousand all up. Two stages, the main stage playing quality psytrance all night, and the other some alternative, dub and breaks. They had a live band, acid jazz/dub, which was really really cool... Sampled down-tempo beats with a fiddle and bongos played live, and a guy singing. His voice was really smooth, and he was

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Gah. Money. My leave pay still hasn't come in from my old job, and I don't know when I'll be getting Centerlink payments. Sigh, what shite. House party tonight, I'm trying to think who to invite, and how to invite them- I don't know anyone, and I can't make calls on my phone. Heh. :) My posters started going up last night. For those that don't know, I have a *lot* of posters. As well as

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Life has a tendency to make small matters of large things, if you get my drift. So much emotional effort was put into the move to Lismore, and here I am. I don't feel any different- It's just been like a weekend off. For a week. I only started to think of people back in Coffs last night, when I couldn't sleep after I was awoken with a phone call. Well, I was thinking of people *near* Coffs, to

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1082111500990218662004-04-16T20:31:00.000+10:002004-04-16T20:35:39.856+10:00

Bittersweet. I've got a massive garbage bag next to me full of years worth of accumulated crap. I've been pretty heavy-handed, even so on the other side is a box overflowing with stuff to keep. Yes, I'm going... Finally. Got word today. Will be moving off tomorrow. You're going to hate me for this, because you would have heard this a hundred times too many by now. But find some time to

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1081940897581991272004-04-14T21:08:00.000+10:002004-04-14T21:12:13.950+10:00

I want to start my own business. Well, technically I have my own business, in fact I should be doing my BAS right now, but I'm not doing anything with it. So. I want to design lighting shows, and installations. My business would be what club owners and managers turn to when they want a light show. When a party needs a lighting rig, I'm the one. I don't think that would be quite enough, though,

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1081555570788676752004-04-10T10:06:00.000+10:002004-04-10T10:19:28.716+10:00

Free piss = good! Tradeshows are a great source for this kind of thing as well. Much getting tanked on other people's money to be had. It definetley helps your 'networking' as well... It's actually quite difficult to meet people you have no connection with whatsoever, when you are both sober. Ah, and to think I get paid to do it, as well. It is actually covered under my traineeship (The

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1080820173332298852004-04-01T21:49:00.000+10:002004-04-01T21:55:13.200+10:00

I of course work for the people who put on the Hot House Party, an alcohol and smoke free under 18s party. We were discussing ways to increase demand, ie, get more kids. Answer- increase the age group. We went for the older kids. We figured that we wouldn't be able to get them 'back', because once we lost them, they don't really come back- they tend to turn their nose up. So we work on who we

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1080652374683993822004-03-30T23:12:00.000+10:002004-03-30T23:20:00.763+10:00

Memory, from Cats: Midnight, not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise I must

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1080564906340859602004-03-29T22:55:00.000+10:002004-03-29T22:58:40.123+10:00

So I don't update very often. It just means my ideas are like a fine wine... They take a long time to mature, and come into their own, fit for sampling. I guess all my wines have been stored at 38 degrees, come in discount bins, and the damn cork always breaks off in the neck of the bottle, and no matter how hard you try and get it out with the fork it always ends up with bits of grit floating

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1080213619508950942004-03-25T22:20:00.000+11:002004-03-25T22:23:48.216+11:00

I hate playing the waiting game. It's been almost a week without internet access at home. It's at least two weeks before I can go to Lismore. Much likely to be more, though. I have been waiting since early Feburary. So I'm gunna make everyone wait for a while for my next post. :)

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1079441176019014442004-03-16T23:46:00.000+11:002004-03-16T23:49:32.106+11:00

Dave keeps telling me to watch out for this bloke because he's a nazi, but when I am climbing headlands with cliff faces crumbling around me, bitou bush the only thing between me and certain spinal injury, and him scrambling along with me, the last thing on my mind is his pseudo-religious beliefs. I'm just thinking what a crazy lad this is and how much fun I'm going to have in Lismore. I could

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Possible pet names: Kit - Just neat. Jek - Name of first fighter pilot to die attacking the Death Star. Artoo - As in R2 D2. Tassadar - Rogue Protoss Templar from Starcraft. The computer game. Pratchett - As in Terry Pratchett, the author of the Discworld books. Crumb - That little guy who sits near Jabba the Hut. Falkor - The luck dragon from Neverending Story. Kip - See Kit. Forn - Dwarvish

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Possible pet names: Kit - Just neat. Jek - Name of first fighter pilot to die attacking the Death Star. Tassadar - Rogue Protoss Templar from Starcraft. The computer game. Pratchett - As in Terry Pratchett, the author of the Discworld books. Falkor - The luck dragon from Neverending Story. Kip - See Kit. Loki - Norse (Viking) God of Mischief Jorm - From Jormungand, the dragon that encircled the

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I went out to a rave in Missabotti (past the back of nowhere) on Saturday night. It was in a great spot. It was the head of a valley, so the surrounds made a natural ampitheater. The hosts had gone to a lot of trouble in previous times to semi-terrace the area, and build a treehouse type stage in the focus. They obviously hold a few parties there. The vibe was kinda flat, I think mainly because

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Not roll? What is it then? I'm sorry... I'll go know.

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Whoops. Possible cost of repairs to car: $850 (the insurance excess) Bank account balances: Day to day account: $264 (I got paid today) Long term savings account: $4.65 (tee hee) For everything else, there is Mastercard. With 1.5 grand owing on it. Teehee... This should be interesting.

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1077098774855645122004-02-18T21:06:00.000+11:002004-02-18T21:08:54.296+11:00

Quote of the moment: "I've just been molested by Tutankhamen's horny grandmother! Of course I'm not alright!" Lister, Red Dwarf episode 7 series 7, 'Epideme'

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Fuck. Four, fucking, miserable, fucking, stinking, fucking weeks. FOUR WEEKS!!! Damn.

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I've always thought of myself as independent, and not needing to be around others. But tonight, I was at a party where I knew no-one, and I left rather quickly. And I was quite glad when I got a phone call from someone. And disapointed when all I recieved on Valentines was a thank you. I enjoy treating people, but I have never been treated on Valentines Day. Random trivia time: Valentines Day

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1076629574036474902004-02-13T10:46:00.000+11:002004-02-13T10:48:45.436+11:00

It's been a tumultuous few days. I went up to Lismore on Wednesday, expecting to be able to look at the house I will be living in for the next year. I did- But in a roundabout way. Turns out that our application for 14 Martin Drive, that David and Aaron were so keen on, was forfeited. Crossed wires and lack of identification, not necessarily in that order, snapped us down. So after a decent

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I just faxed off the application for the house in Lismore. I just had a meeting with the bosses, and they gave me a nice offer to try and get me to stay, but I basically told them (after much consideration [and coin-flipping]) that I'm going to do what I want to do, and go to Lismore. Money is good, but life awaits. It's hard to leave... In many, many ways I don't want to do it. And I know

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1075854621555891002004-02-04T11:30:00.000+11:002004-02-04T11:32:40.796+11:00

I often say that some of life's best decisions are made by flipping a coin. But I don't want to do that this time... What lies in the balance in essentially two towns. Lismore, or Coffs Harbour. Coffs has work. Money. Career. I know a good amount of people here. The weather is passable. It has unspoken agreements, Lismore has change. New people, new challenges. It has my best mate. It has

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This is the kind of email that the Forward Garden was established for. > FOR THOSE WHO ENJOY LANGUAGE > > Those who jump off a bridge in Paris are in Seine. >A backward poet writes inverse. >A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking. >Dijonvu - the same mustard as before. >Practice safe eating - always use condiments. >Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death. >A man needs a mistress

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1075347483162010602004-01-29T14:38:00.000+11:002004-01-29T14:40:14.233+11:00

Well... more of a journal entry than anything else. I don't feel empassioned to write anything, but I have been asked by a few people to write something. What can I say. You love me. BDO was nothing short of awesome. It never really crossed my mind how monumental seeing Metallica was, until halfway through their show. I've seen old skool video clips on Rage, and it never even crossed my mind

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1074557641922492232004-01-20T11:14:00.000+11:002004-01-20T11:16:00.763+11:00

BDO tix are bought. Phew... Thought I wasn't going to make it for a while there. I've had an excellent few days... But I should start at the beginning. All I remember was how warm it was, all curled up in the dark. Then there was changes... Where I was would shrink, and push at me. I heard screaming, but it sounded muffled. Suddenly it was cold, and bright. My eyes hurt and I started crying.

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1074211568266395162004-01-16T11:50:00.000+11:002004-01-16T11:50:06.060+11:00

Trust Dave to come up with a nifty idea. I'm off to the Big Day Out, but in Sydney. He's selling his Gold Coast ticket. WooT WooT WooT! Dave said "I have to see Metallica once before I die". I say "I have to see Metallica once before they die". Felix Da Housecat, Aphex Twin, Basement Jaxx, David Holmes... I don't think I'll be leaving the Boiler room. 'Cept for Metallica. There is two good

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1074141102636703162004-01-15T15:31:00.000+11:002004-01-15T15:33:34.780+11:00

I had a thouroghly enjoyable ride to work today- in the pissing down rain. I'm not being sarcastic, I actually enjoy riding in the rain. The recent rain has been great. It's been dry as heck for such a long time, and I hate that kind of weather. Give me a good Gothic storm anyday. Which the heavens granted me. While I was driving back from Brisbane. Anyway, since then it has been raining on and

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Shite. Gold Coast Big Day Out has sold out. fark... Well, there goes this weekends Grand Plan. I'll have to see what Dave says. They are selling 1000 more, but only at the venue, on the day before the event. I'm working. I'll have to find some other way to keep myself amused then...

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1073909137620590482004-01-12T23:05:00.000+11:002004-01-12T23:26:19.626+11:00

Brisbane was fucking excellent. The concert was awesome... Amy-Lee has an exceptional voice, and it carries perfectly into live work. Not an exceptional light show (six Cyberlight Turbos, six Stuido Spot 575 moving head profiles, six Studio Colour washes, 2 2k followspots, about 30 56s) but it sufficed. The first support band, Full Cycle rocked. I recognised their opening number, I'm sure I've

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Sahweet.... Pok is off to Brisbane on Saturday. Me and dave are doing the MC intensive overnighter. Hopefully catch up with Isaac in Byron on the way up, and hopefully pick up CD2 for Medal of Honour Allied Assault off his mate. Then Evanescence. Woot woot! Crashing at Dave's aunt's place. In Fortitude Valley... should be nice. Means we can go partying after the concert! Now I just need to

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1073281783240848782004-01-05T16:49:00.000+11:002004-01-05T16:50:01.970+11:00

The boss is going nuts over the next Hot House Party. We have Shannon Noll from Australian Idol coming, and he thinks it's the ducks nuts. Which it is, actually. Brisbane is looking possible. I hope I can take the car... Or even go with Dave, with his car. I do NOT want to spend eight hours on a bus.

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I was bored... I wanted to get out of the house, I wanted to socialise. I wanted to lavish my attention on someone. I talked to her, oh-so-briefly, and realised it's not force of habit. I miss her terribly. Oh cruel fate! Why do you mock me?

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1073050084847518682004-01-03T00:28:00.000+11:002004-01-03T11:03:09.260+11:00

Had a fun night on the net tonight. Chatted with Sarah about when I am attracted to people and with Sasha about sex with electric eels, and hentai. Sarah asked the obvious question of 'Anyone in particular?' and I kinda stopped short... A while ago I would have given a name straight away (or at least had a name to give) and even more recently I would have been able to mention more than one. But

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1072949225463677782004-01-01T20:27:00.000+11:002004-01-01T20:27:23.413+11:00

I should have said yes... I should have knocked on the door... But I was happy, watching people. Contact with others is optional. I bought in the New Year dancing, looking over a crowd of people. I was with friends, but of the distant kind... Not my mates. Friends. Some wanted to be mates, but I let that slide... I was happy, watching people. May the new year bring more opportunities, and less

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1072785150600537312003-12-30T22:52:00.000+11:002003-12-30T22:52:48.373+11:00

I had a kick ass weekend, that's what made me lose so much sleep. Isaac came down from Byron, and bought a few of his mates. They came up to Coffs, and we hit the town after a bit of drinking at home. Great lads- Two Scots and an Welshman. It was hard not to grin at them talking. I even found myself imitating their speech- 'That's fookin great that is.' Imitation is the best flattery. Got heaps

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1072674544192035692003-12-29T16:09:00.000+11:002003-12-29T16:09:21.430+11:00

Argh. Sleep needed. I have had about ten hours worth of sleep since Thursday night. It's monday afternoon, and my brain is fried. Much work to do. Won't do it. Too lazy. argh save me, tea! ps, Mark Dynamix kicks Kid Kenobi.

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1072080262136272182003-12-22T19:04:00.000+11:002003-12-22T19:04:37.693+11:00

I don't remember my dreams very well, so I keep a notebook next to my bed, with a pen as a bookmark. As soon as I wake up and remember my dream, I try and write as much as I remember as fast as possible. The combination of sleepyness, fast writing, and semi-darkness make it the most incomprehensible text you have ever seen. I managed to decipher this much, one of the more odd entries... "Had a

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1071984692933471382003-12-21T16:31:00.000+11:002003-12-21T16:31:47.820+11:00

Requiem for a Dream. That is one helluva twisted movie. I like it. It's... bad.

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1071745314454241962003-12-18T22:01:00.000+11:002003-12-18T22:02:09.010+11:00

A country road. A tree. Evening.

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After a huge succession of small balls-ups turned my Friday and Saturday morning into a cacophony of curses I eventually worked it all out and got down to Nambucca for lunch at my sisters new cafe. She just took over an existing cafe, and got a good employee to manage the restaurant. The event started as a chance for Zoe Dingle, a daughter of one of Mum's old friends from the property, to show

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1071143833618384662003-12-11T22:57:00.000+11:002003-12-11T22:59:23.756+11:00

I was just wandering around my room, totally frustrated for something to do, but annoyed by whatever I did. I didn't feel like chatting, and really did not want to get my head into coding this page some more. I started doing pushups to pass the time but got soon got lethargic. Went for a run but didn't get very far before turning back. Was just about to start rearranging my room, when I started

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1071111710936804572003-12-11T14:01:00.000+11:002003-12-11T14:02:03.560+11:00Summer.

Summer gives me the sweating shits. People have christmas parties, end of year parties, new years eve parties... Schools are on holiday, uni is on break. So people party more. Which means that people book more disco's and DJs, and therefore I have to work harder. Deadlines start piling up- things to be done in pubs and clubs before the Christmas trading period. Sunstroke, sunburn. I may have to

pokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845884837795855955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169887.post-1070624487189262792003-12-05T22:41:00.000+11:002003-12-05T22:41:37.826+11:00

Welcome to my new weblog. I got fed up with Radio Userland. It was like America- Powerful, but woefully unusable. I feel like this is almost a sellout. Ads- I hate ads. And it's so cheesy, having a 'blogger' address. But I have to admit, the url is much nicer. I suppose this will do until I find an excuse to get pok.net. pok.net would be very cool.

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