<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080</id><updated>2009-12-27T22:17:07.545+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs The World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-5065529781122658554</id><published>2009-12-02T21:17:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:09:57.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I got through today...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I got through today. Far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the office really early, like just after 7am. I turned the alarm off and went straight to work. I did some photocopying, and then polished off my written submissions that I started yesterday. I was nervous as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I have to sit through the trial, but immediately after it finished I had to do the sentence, and I'd never done one from the prosecution side before. I was so afraid the judge would ask me a question to which I didn't know the answer to. Luckily, he didn't. I arraigned the offender, not even fucking sure if I did it right, handed up my subs and then sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I finished the day off with a sev appeal, then went back to the office to type up the notes. I was bloody exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch today, whilst I was in the office scrambling to find the proper words to use for the sentence, I got a phone call from the CDDP. They offered me a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I accepted it immediately. But query my sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...it's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; easy of a decision after all. On the one hand, I feel like I'm settling in, I like my job and everyone in it, I'm getting mad experience, and I'm enjoying independence and freedom, exploring on the weekends. But on the other hand, this is a six month contract, the other is a two year contract. No brainer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-5065529781122658554?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/5065529781122658554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=5065529781122658554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/5065529781122658554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/5065529781122658554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-i-got-through-today.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I got through today...'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1193705153070149727</id><published>2009-11-30T20:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:49:52.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And so Ele finally ends here...</title><content type='html'>Last night, I woke up all sweaty in the stuffy room. I finally texted Michelle saying I liked Ele. I moved to the lounge where there was a ceiling fan, and we texted eachother back and forth about it. Even though nothing too specific was said, it helped to get things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I emailed Shuing about it, and he seemed to be pretty confident, saying I should tell her I like her if that is really the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after work today, Michelle called, and we had this long talk about it, and it boiled down to this: if she's not answering or returning your calls, it ain't good. Further, because she has maintained her relationship status, I have come to a final conclusion that I should no longer pursue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the nth time, I have deleted her number from my phone. If she calls, I will rush to my phone, so I can make sure I reject it before it rings out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1193705153070149727?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1193705153070149727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1193705153070149727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1193705153070149727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1193705153070149727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-ele-finally-ends-here.html' title='And so Ele finally ends here...'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3981669527736477084</id><published>2009-11-29T21:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:30:15.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the meaning of being lonely</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did a bit of work, and then went out exploring. I drove to Byron Bay, where I walked around with millions of teens there for schoolies and watched The Invention of Lying. It was a pretty good movie, I find that I really enjoy these type of comedies which try to encapsulate some sort of moral message into them. I then went to Mullumbimby (which was full of hippies), and then Tweed Heads, where I just took a walk around the shopping centre. It had a cinema which reminded me of the one back home, but this was a bit too far to go for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I rented Fahrenheit 9/11. Pretty good movie, very insightful and raised a lot of questions. I can see now why all those people hated Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for a jog, went around the block again but it was a lot harder, maybe because there was no breeze like on Friday afternoon. But I still forced myself to do it. I washed my car, went out to do a bit of shopping, came back home and made some breakfast, and then worked on my files for a while. I spent a good part of the day on them, and am glad I got through them. I don't know how I'm going to get through this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I treated myself to a movie and rented Anger Management. Halfway through I realised it was getting a bit late, so decided to call Ele. I had been thinking about whether I should or not. I mean, if I did, then she may start finding me predictable, always calling on a Sunday night, and if I didn't, it may create some mystery. But, I remembered Shuing said Asian girls liked routine, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned out to ring pretending to be some guy calling about an ad in the paper about her offering cooking lessons. I would also talk about her house hunting, and Tracy. I'd be careful not to talk about her trip to China, so I can save that for the conversation just before she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not to my surprise, the phone rang and rang, until it rang out. I continued watching the movie, but it was like eating something with no taste. Towards the end of the movie, I sent her a message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, haven't spoken to you in years, call me when you're free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably sounded desperate. I'm in depressed mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. She seems to show interest in person, but not when I call her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3981669527736477084?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3981669527736477084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3981669527736477084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3981669527736477084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3981669527736477084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-meaning-of-being-lonely.html' title='I am the meaning of being lonely'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1907271601781671278</id><published>2009-11-28T09:47:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:41:06.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Angry Men</title><content type='html'>Man it's been a pretty hectic week this week, but it'll be nothing compared to next week. This week I've been in my first trial as a pro, instructing JW, but it's been progressing really slowly, yet at the same time I'm always out of the office and at court, meaning I've had very little time to prepare my short matters next week. And now that the trial has gone over to next week, it means I'll have my trial &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; short matters next week. Great. And I'm told that that's normal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday afternoon Cox came over and had a bit of a chat with me, and then said she had just been talking to Ben about going out to dinner on Friday night and invited me. I was soooo happy! It felt like I had finally made friends, albeit work friends. I know, I know. I have a rule of not becoming friends with people at work, but it was at the very least a sign of their acceptance of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday afternoon Cox came over and said she was too tired to go, so it was off. I kinda felt good, because this way I got confirmation of their acceptance, and at the same time didn't need to put up a socialising act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, went for a jog (managed to get around the whole block) and rented 12 Angry Men and bought some pasta and chicken wings from Domino's and spent the night happy at home, happy that I could finally put my feet up and rest for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a lot better than I had expected, and a lot simpler than I had expected. It was done in just one setting - the jury room. Yet at the same time, each different person became persuaded to change their mind individually, demonstrating on the way their prejudices and way of thought. I really liked it, but wished they would've shown the reading out of the verdict. I hated that black guy who thought the accused was guilty "just because he was". I hope people like that never serve on juries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1907271601781671278?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1907271601781671278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1907271601781671278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1907271601781671278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1907271601781671278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-angry-men.html' title='12 Angry Men'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-8858046055405731876</id><published>2009-11-24T20:18:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:40:37.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning the farewell call</title><content type='html'>So two days back in Lismore, two days back at work, the feeling of loneliness and isolation has been a little easier to bear. This morning I was listening to "Unbreak My Heart" and "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely". Great way to really sink further into your depressive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty efficient day at work today, got quite a lot done. Tomorrow is my first trial, I don't even know what I need and whether I'm ready. I have done everything Ben has told me to do, but I just get this feeling that I've missed something really basic, or that I'll stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big morning tea today to celebrate Christmas, I felt nigelated because I didn't have anyone to talk to, and ended up in a three way conversation between the TLP student and the WAS lady, with the student telling us about how he had become allergic to dairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the entire day I have been thinking about how to deal with this Ele issue. Do I call her this Sunday as per usual, and then call her again just before she leaves? Or do I skip the regular call and wait for a final farewell call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about, in that farewell call, that I have something to tell her, but I'll tell her when she comes back. Of course, what that is is that I like her. But will I tell her when she comes back? I don't know. I guess I'm hoping it will give her something to look forward to as well as providing a bit of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also keep thinking about the going back to China thing. I've come to some sort of conclusion that it's just my paranoi and insecurity telling me that she will see her boyfriend when she goes back. I have absolutely no logical basis to make that conclusion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, why would she tell me that she is considering buying a house if at the same time she is considering going back permanently? Was it all just a ploy to see my reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a strong urge to call her, I just want to hear her voice. But I can't...must...act...confident...give...her...time...to...miss...me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-8858046055405731876?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/8858046055405731876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=8858046055405731876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8858046055405731876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8858046055405731876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning-farewell-call.html' title='Planning the farewell call'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-445098430861619538</id><published>2009-11-23T17:59:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:35:32.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend in Sydney</title><content type='html'>After my haircut, I had a shower and then headed out to the city. I went to that massage place and spent an hour there. I just needed something reeeally relaxing for all that stress on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went shopping at the markets, looking for a present for DC. I had in mind a cowboy hat, and for some reason kept thinking he'd just wear it for sex. Strange thought I know. When I did find the cowboy hats, I ended up not buying it, because it really wasn't what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the upper part of the city to Myer and bought a box of chocolate for DY, then caught the bus home because I was feeling pretty tired. I ended up taking a nap, only to be woken up by DC's phone call. He could tell I was asleep and jokingly told me to get the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got changed and went downstairs and waited a few minutes before his wife picked me up. We were to pick DC up from the pub after his cricket match, and when I called him to see which pub it was, I said "hey I'm with Jo" and he says "has she left me for you?", haha, fucking funny bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we picked him up from the pub and made our way to DY's place. We made small talk about work and that, and then talked a bit about Kate and PL getting married. He had told me in a message earlier, but as I replied, I could never tell when he was joking or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Kate and PL got married, about a week ago. She's pregnant too. I told you I suspected something when I heard PL say in a soft boyish tone, "so what can I do to make it up to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy for PL, but not really for Kate. I think PL is a nice guy, he's smart and funny, although he may be a bit disadvantaged in the looks department. But with Kate, I can't help but feel that she just settled, probably because of her age, and also because she was pregnant. I do hope they last though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to DY's place, it looked like a lot of people were already there. DC managed to tweak a lock in the backdoor to let us in, despite the presence of a dog behind it and a sign warning about the dog. Everyone was in the backyard talking and holding drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greeted DY and then I went to GS. It was so good to see him again. He introduced me to his wife, and then later I ended up talking to the Vietnamese girl from LA. Jennifer was also there, but I didn't feel anything towards her anymore. She did come over and say hi, but I remember I was talking to another girl, and I glanced over at Jennifer and she looked at me like she was upset that I wasn't talking to her. Or maybe it was just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a bit of a talk to her during the time when I was in the PL/CW circle, but couldn't really find anything interesting to talk about, so that 'connection' was never really established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sitting down at the table and had a bit of a chat with SM, and then Juliana, and then the Vietnamese girl joined in. I think I spent most of my time talking to those two girls, although when SM moved next to me we did have a bit of a talk about cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, the food there was pretty good. And on top of the cranberry juice which DC gave me, it was a pretty damn good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD made a speech, which I thought was pretty inspirational, and I'm not even sure if he prepared it or not. He was right in that it brought us all together and a little closer. I was glad to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a part of the night talking to GS' wife, and I must say, she just wasn't the type of person I could see GS being with. She actually looked a bit mean, and I'm not even sure if she enjoyed the night or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was there, and at one stage the seat next to her was empty and I had returned from somewhere and so sat down next to her. Shortly after, she said she had had enough of CW (on the other side of her) and she moved away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the trivia, which was pretty funny. After that DC said he was going to go and asked if I wanted a lift. I bloody hell did, since I had no other way of getting home. CW and Jennifer also wanted a lift, and Jo expressed some reluctance, because her car only had four seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to squeeze into the back, with CW up front and me in between Jennifer and DC. Needless to say, CW did most of the talking. Although Jo was responding back, I wondered if she was annoyed at him, on top of having to give him a lift and being stuck in traffic. I could see DC massaging her shoulder with one hand from behind. Maybe I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally dropped CW off in the city, he said goodbye by kissing the window. He actually left saliva on the friggin' BMW. I was sure Jo wouldn't have liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer said she wouldn't mind being dropped off in the city and catching a bus, but they insisted on driving her home. During the ride DC managed to maneuver himself into the front seat, which caused a lot of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Jennifer off, they dropped me off at home, and like Jennifer, I graciously thanked Jo, because I think Jennifer could sense her irritation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to sleep in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I woke up intending to visit the bball courts, but figured I wouldn't have time. Maybe next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I was about to leave, I got a message from Malay and we organised to catch the bus out together. I walked to his bus stop and waited a while. It was pretty damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, we talked a bit about my new place, and then we caught the bus to the city. I showed him the video I made of my place, and in particular described to him how I managed to fuck my car up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city, we caught up with Michelle, Shuing and G as they were just starting a racing game in the arcade. I had a few games of those toy grabbing machines, and then later we all had a go at Daytona. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the exit once or twice to look over at the Chinese restaurant to see if anyone, or Ele in particular, had arrived. I had in mind playing a joke on her by sending her a text about a change of venue, like what she did to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked to the restaurant we saw Michael L and Eva coming up the escalators. We then went into the restaurant and found a table. By now it was already 10:30, and I called Ele. She said she was putting on her make up and would be there in ten minutes. I joked that the last one there had to shout, and she laughed, which made me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ordered anything but Michael L couldn't hold out, so we started eating and not long after Ele arrived. It was interesting to see where she would sit. The only seats available were either next to Michael L or next to me, and from where she came, it would've been easier had she just sat next to Michael L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to shift a seat over in order to make her way over to me. I could see she hesitated at first, but I was happy she chose to sit next to me. There was a baby at the table next to us and she asked if it was my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it was a bit awkward at the start. I just didn't know what to say. I felt like everyone at the table was watching me and waiting to see what my next move would be. At times I felt it got so bad that she and Eva would just look at eachother across the table and try to communicate with their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got better towards the middle and the end. She started giving me food, and I gave her a prawn dumpling, even though she said she didn't want it but by then I had already dropped it into her bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ordered the fried calamari, and she quickly grabbed one with her chopsticks before I could stop her (because of her cholesterol), and she smirked. I took a photo of her, and when I tried again she covered the camera with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I was reaching out for a dim sim, but at the same time she rotated the glass platform, causing me to miss it, and she started laughing, lol. I told everyone about how on one my of sevs, I was pushing for this guy to remain in jail and how I caught him staring at me. Ele said my job was dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that from my farewell, Tracy felt like I was ignoring her because I didn't talk to her much. I said I didn't think so (or maybe I was just too focused on Ele), and she said girls were very sensitive. She called Tracy on her phone and asked me to speak to her, and I shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What the hell am I supposed to say? Why did Tracy care whether or not I spoke to her? Is Ele trying to set me up with Tracy? Or does she just want me to get along with her friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Tracy's phone was off, and I returned the phone to Ele. But later, Tracy called Ele, and Ele shoved me the phone and went to the bathroom. I had an awkward conversation with Tracy, and she apologised for not coming because she was feeling dizzy. After the call, I took a photo of myself with Ele's phone, and thought about setting it was the wallpaper but she had returned by then and grabbed the phone off me. I wanted to show her the photo but she thought I was looking through her photos and took the phone off me again. She started showing me photos, like of her housemate trying to get into the house without a key, some statues, and a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was thinking of buying a house, which really surprised me. The competitive side of me sparkled, and wondered if she made more money than me. At the same time, it put me to shame that I was now in debt due to my (past?) gambling problems. I don't know, I guess I had always been fantasising that we would become a couple, and then buy a house of our own, so this kinda shattered my fantasy. But to be fair, wasn't I thinking about the same thing? I have been thinking that I can't rent for long, because in the long term it would be more worth it to just buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bill came, I tried to pay for it with my credit card, only to be sharply rebutted by the waitress with a "sorry, we receive cash only sir". Ele laughed and did two peace signs, teasing me. We all ended up splitting the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yum cha we walked to the board games place, only to find out that their electricity was busted. We considered staying and playing in the heat, but it was too much so we decided to check out the cinemas. I took Ele's handbag without her knowing, and when she looked behind her to get it, she instinctively knew I had taken it. She actually allowed me to hold it, wondering aloud why I wanted to do the hard work for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cinema, there was 2012 playing, but I feared I may not have caught my flight if we watched it, so in the end we went to Capitol for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason Ele ordered a green tea, despite how hot it was that day. What she was wearing (which was pretty sexy) didn't look like it was made for summer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele and I sat next to eachother, but there was a considerable gap in between us. At one point I asked her if she wanted to see a pretty girl, and showed her my phone. She looked at it, only to see the camera focused on her. She gave the phone back (which was a bit disappointing) and Michelle, who caught my gig, said "I bet you do that to all girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice cream we decided to try the board games place again. Michael L decided to just cross the road despite an oncoming car, and Eva and Ele blindly followed, and the driver started yelling at them. Shuing followed and started taunting the driver. I stayed on the footpath and watched. Ele kept turning around and looking at the driver, as if she was about to retaliate. Then she caught me watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way we also bumped into Ken, who was sooooo obvious in that he didn't want to see us. Despite me calling out and reaching a hand out, he walked past me and almost our group until Shuing called out loudly to him. He didn't even want to make small talk and disappeared within 30 seconds. Shuing said if we recorded that then it would've been a good birthday present for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the board games place and played Monopoly. It was pretty hot, but it was something to do. Midway through the electricity was fixed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ele's first time playing, and she caught the hang of it pretty quickly. I was surprised at how feisty she was in negotiating with Malay to try to get her monopoly. Everyone was pretty loud and wanting to win, except probably Shuing, Michelle and Malay. I struck a deal with Michael L so that we got our first monopoly, and Shuing called it collusion and then gave all his money to Michelle, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sometimes watch Ele trying to roughly and bluntly strike a deal, and she caught me watching a couple of times, and she looked like she was a bit embarassed that I saw her acting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, we didn't get to finish the game by the time I had to go. Michael L and Eva parted ways with us downstairs, and everyone wanted to come to the airport with me. The original plan was for Malay to drive me, but because only Shuing had his car, it had to be him, and now everyone wanted to come. I was surprised Ele wanted to come, I was ready to say goodbye to her, because she lived in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started on our way, I jokingly asked "so do I get this special treatment every time I come back?" and Shuing and Ele emphatically said "no!", lol. I'm sure I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our walk to Shuing's car, Ele initially changed her mind, saying she didn't want to make Shuing drive her all the way back. I thought that was fair enough, and so suggested we take one last photo together, which we did. But then Michelle managed to change her mind, and so onwards we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking in the Central tunnel, Ele told me she was going back to China for christmas and new year. It was a real shocker to me, because I had always thought I'd see her for christmas and new year. I even thought she invited Shuing and I to some plans earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was whether she was really going back to see her boyfriend. That was like a punch in the stomach. I couldn't say anything. Then she added that one day she might just go and not come back. When I asked why, she said there was nothing for her to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So is that why she had kept him as her boyfriend? In case she decided to return permanently? Could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I felt like a million punches had been received by my stomach, so I slowed down out of the group and tagged behind. Thinking. Just thinking. And shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Was she serious? Or was she trying to gauge my reaction? Was she pushing for me to say something? That I wanted her to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a hold of myself and tell myself to get back into the moment, and not to do anything drastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to fit six into the car. We dropped Malay off at his house, and then we went to my house to I could get my backpack. I wanted to get out of Ele's door, but she told me to go out G's side. So I coughed at her, a reference to when she coughed at me at ice cream when I told her she could've coughed at Michelle but chose me. It made her laugh, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my backpack, said goodbye to my cats, and went back down. We had lots of time left so they decided to go into the airport with me. Shuing dropped us off and went parking. The rest of us checked in and they went through the check in point with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a Boost Juice while Ele went to the bathroom and Michelle bought a drink. She also bough me a bottle of water. Shuing caught up with us, and then we all decided to get something to eat. As we walked around, I noticed there was some spilled food we were walking into, and I grabbed Ele's arm gently to warn her. To my surprise she did not flinch. It happened again as there was more spilled food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended up at Red Roosters. I wasn't really hungry so I didn't get anything, and when Ele knew that she asked about it, and I just jokingly said "I'll scab off you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our table, she said she asked them to cut her roll in half, and she gave me half. I initially declined, because I was joking and I wasn't really hungry, but then she said that I wouldn't be having dinner, and she was right. By the time I got back to Lismore, I wouldn't have time to eat. So I took her up on the offer, and the fact that it came from her just gave me that warm hearty feeling all over inside, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got up from our tables, I offered to hold her handbag for her, and to my surprise she let me. So I held it all the way to the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, she also stuffed something in my backpack, and I asked if it was rubbush, but she and Michelle said it was tissue. I could've died right there and then, to be cared for by her. She was sooooo thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes at the gates and hugged, before they decided to come to the bottom with me, where we said our goodbyes again. After I boarded the bus, as it was being driven off, I stuck my head from the back and waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see Michelle had walked off a bit, but Shuing and Ele stayed where they had been and waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've cried right there. I knew it was a bad idea going back, because it would just make me miss them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-445098430861619538?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/445098430861619538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=445098430861619538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/445098430861619538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/445098430861619538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-weekend-in-sydney.html' title='My weekend in Sydney'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3185129560913331550</id><published>2009-11-21T10:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:15:08.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>Swear to god, Friday was the most stressful day thus far in this job. I got a file in my week, and when Ben saw it he said he would do it if I gave him one day's notice. So on Thursday around midday I reminded him, and then he said he was too busy and asked me to ask Claire about it because it was her matter. So I went to ask her and I played the polite "look, I can do it, but..." card, but as soon as I said "I can do it" she cut me off and said "good". Early sign of what she is like indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't actually hard to understand the file, but what was hard was knowing what had happened before it and what it was listed for. The other lawyer didn't know because he had just come into it. I had to conference a LA lawyer who didn't want to be a witness, because it effectively meant she did't do her job properly, and it was just all a mess!! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only started in the afternoon in court because there was a trial on. I got up on one sev appeal, but don't think it had anything to do with what I said. And then the messy matter was up, and the judge basically said we all didn't know what was going on so it was best to get the transcripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to type up all the file notes for the matters that day meant I had to leave just after 5pm, when I had planned to leave at 4:30pm because I was leaving for Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home in the heat, saw Pandy who was cleaning up outside, hurriedly got changed, and walked to the train station with about half an hour to spare. I could not have afforded to miss this bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus came, the ride was about 30 minutes to the next train station. At first I felt a bit, just a bit, sad that I was leaving "home". I don't know why. I swear the country is such a beautiful view. I saw all the houses on farms and thought it was peaceful, and wondered what it would be like to live there. I probably wouldn't be used to it, being a city boy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train I ended up sitting next to an Asian dude, whose wife and daughter were sitting across the aisle. I wondered whether it was pure coincidence that they placed me with an Asian group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately after I got onto the train, everyone lined up to get dinner and so did I. I got some chick peas and curry with rice. I knew it'd be shitty food, but it actually was alright given the current situation. I felt like a homeless man grateful for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my music on and tried to sleep early on, which I did, but then woke up around midnight and fell in and out of sleep for the next five hours or so. Sleeping in an upright position is not the most comfortable thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a backpacker chick in front of me who I thought looked kinda hot, but she was a bit strange I thought. She seemed to look at people in a strange way, like she had never seen a human being before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was mentally accusing the Asian dude for being selfish for taking the aisle seat so he could get in and out whenever he wanted to, but then I realised he probably just wanted to be as close to his family as possible, and also, I got the window seat which I started to enjoy when sunrise came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sometimes look at him off the reflection and wonder if my life would end up like his. Balding, wearing glasses, with no fashion whatsoever. But more importantly, the only conversation he seemed to have with his wife was "pass me the fork" or "save this serviette". Do all marriages end up like that? How does a couple go from giggling and all chatty to such non-communicative standards like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the ride I had really had enough because my back was hurting. Although it was kinda fun, I don't think I'd wanna do it again. Or maybe I should go into the luxury class next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo happy to see familiar places again. I felt like spreading my arms out and running around the city, lol. I caught the bus home and called out to my cats, who popped their heads out the window. I was glad they still remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed when I walked inside was how messy and filled with junk it was. Hmmm. I think this place needs a clean up. I bummed around a bit before going out for breakfast at the Wick. Bumped into my mom, I didn't really feel like eating because it was so hot but ended up getting a fruit salad. As I was sitting in the shopping centre eating my fruit salad, I was proud that I had lasted three weeks and that I had gotten through yesterday, and also my first week of court duty. Not only that, but I had just, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; come back from such a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to get a hair cut, seeing that I don't think I've seen any barbers in Lismore. I'm sure there are, I just haven't found any yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I caught the bus home, and as I walked from the bus stop, I saw this girl and thought "this girl reminds me of WYC". She was wearing big sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes. She seemed to smile at me, and when we got a bit closer her lips moved again. After I walked past her, just before I turned the corner, I turned around to look at her again. She was waiting at the lights and had turned around to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it WYC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back such old memories. Way back, at the end of high school, if I had liked her instead of Gene, things may have been different today. I don't know why I liked Gene. I guess because she was so friendly I thought she liked me. I thought WYC was the more attractive one, but I wasn't smart enough to detect any signs from her. But in hindsight, I think she may have been more interested in me than Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, close the book, or travel back in time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3185129560913331550?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3185129560913331550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3185129560913331550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3185129560913331550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3185129560913331550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-8348140112973822942</id><published>2009-11-18T19:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:14:41.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New politics</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm enjoying my job much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. It's kind of hard to describe. I like my office and the people in it. I haven't instructed in a trial yet, but I don't think I would mind it. What I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; seemingly have a problem with is playing the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people come to court seeking leniency and it's my job to tell the judge why they shouldn't receive the same. Granted, the argument can be made that these people were at fault in doing whatever they did and they must live by the consequences, but on the other hand, my face is the last they'll see as being responsible for their fate, and that's not really such a great feeling from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went up against Sophie. In terms of appearance, it's kinda funny. I seem to think she looks more and more like Eva Green yet at the same time I'm picking out differences between her and Eva Green. I felt that it was my job to xx her client today, and she ended up losing without the judge even having to ask me for my input. Wonder if she thinks I went too hard. Wonder if she was expecting some kind of 'assistance' from me because of our connection through DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today and yesterday I have been getting to the office extra early, at like 7:30ish. I did it yesterday because I wanted time to prepare for my matters, but on the way to work I walked passed this pretty brunette with really sexy eyes. She seemed to be out for a walk, so I decided to try my luck again today and leave home at the same time and voila, there she was! I was a bit nervous today, not knowing what to do or where to look as we headed closer towards eachother. Yesterday we just glanced at eachother, but today I smiled, although her reciprocating smile wasn't as open as I would've liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the end of the day I also overheard some sort of an argument between Ben and Jude. It sounded like something about Ben wanting her help on a matter that had gone from her to him, and she refused because it was the end of the day. It got so bad and awkward for me (because my office is next to Ben's and opposite Jude's) that I started walking around the office looking for a distraction and ended up talking to Cox in her room. I swear she can talk on and on. Not in an annoying way, I find her to be very helpful, always eager to teach me stuff, but sometimes I think she should know when to let the other person have a go at talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been packing my own lunch to work this week, and on Monday night I had instant noodles for dinner and last night had canned soup with bread, so saved some money, but tonight I felt like take away so had Red Rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back to politics in the office, it's kinda funny how when you're new everything on the outside seems problem free and everyone gets along so well, but as you get to know them a bit better, you start finding the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sign was when Ben told me about the admin, about how there was a divide between Amy and Ness, how one likes to do everything and how the other likes you to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Mud. Ben has told me she's kinda a hard woman in court, and I think she is like that in person anyway. She's been pretty friendly towards me, but I become suspect whenever she comes to my room to have a chat, because I always wonder why she's doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude is my new Kate. The seemingly innocent, chatty and funny one, but whenever anything encroaches upon them and poses a problem for them, then it's all your fault. Like with Kate, she could be your best friend in the world, but if you ask for her help, she'll disappear in a flash. And so I got that feeling with Jude yesterday as she argued with Ben. They had always gotten along very well, so I'd hate to see this as a permanent thing, and most of all, I don't want to be the one to stand in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jude had this long talk with me, under the facade of teaching me new things, but unlike Cox, she managed to slide a few blades in there. For instance, she said I have the same, if not more, experience as Ben, so I should be asking other people for help. And then there was the time management issue, about how I should jump onto my files straight away so that I don't leave things to the last minute (*cough* Ben anyone? *cough*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah why does everyone have to be so political. Why can't we just all get along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-8348140112973822942?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/8348140112973822942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=8348140112973822942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8348140112973822942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8348140112973822942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-politics.html' title='New politics'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-8942546987515310599</id><published>2009-11-15T20:06:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:50:32.107+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Croupier &amp; Chaos Theory</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and went for a jog. Mainly because for the past couple of weeks I have been feeling fat. I put my hand on my tummy sometimes and don't feel the abs. So I finally decided to have a go today. Nothing major, nothing like making a return to basketball or anything, but just something to get me off my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jogged for about five minutes. I know it's not much, I didn't really sweat, and although I felt a slight shortness of breath, I can't say I exactly worked my heart much. But to my credit, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; going up hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to stop when I reached the peak of the hill, and then walked around the block back home. On my journey I passed two old people, both of whom smiled and said good morning, which I reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chucked some clothes into the washing machine, had a shower, then tried to watch About Schmidt, but the DVD was playing up again, so I watched The Croupier with Clive Owen. I have heard of that name before, but don't think I have ever seen him in anything. I mainly stayed in my bed watching it, and it was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bit that made it really good, yet at the same time preventing it from being great, was when he reckons he had all the odds calculated, and then finds out his girlfriend dies. That really hit things home for me. As a gambler, you think you've got it all figured out. You tell yourself the worst case scenario, like how much money you'd have left if you lose this session, but there are always things, human things, you cannot factor into the calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason why I say this prevented it from being great was because Clive just moves on to the next girl, which kinda deflated the effect of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to go return the movies, but realised I had only brought one shirt from home with me, and that it was on the clothesline, and when I opened my door to see Pandy's car and her watering the grass, I went back into my room and closed the door. I didn't feel like seeing her, just in case I was right about her having a thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time ironing three business shirts, and by the time I finished the room had gotten pretty hot. I did three sets of push ups before openeing my door to check the surroundings. Her car was gone. It looked like she had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove out, returned the three videos, and rented Quantum of Solace and Chaos Theory. I then went to Aldi to get a pack of gummi bears for work, and then drove to the square to do some shopping. I am preparing myself to have home made lunches this entire week, so bought bread, meat and poppers. Also stocked up on orange juice, chips, canned soup and instant noodles because I am starting to get sick of take away food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then drove to get some fish and chips, and because my car was parked right outside the store, I got to watch it in all its glory as I was waiting. It really is a beautiful thing. You could definitely see how washing it as frequently as I do has its benefits. It was just shining, beaming, so smoothly in the sun, even though every second hurt me because I knew the heat wasn't good for the paint. I am totally in love with this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and ate the fish and chips as I watched Chaos Theory. It was actually a lot more insightful than I thought. I was expecting a comedy, but upon reflection, I don't think it was very funny. It presents you with the situation of what you'd do if you found out you weren't the biological parent of your child. I kept thinking about how I would react, and at first instance I'd probably do what Renolds did - drive out to nowhere, away from everyone and everything. But in the end he accepts his wife again, something which I am not sure if I would be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie Malay called me, just to catch up a bit. He told me that they (him and Shuing) thought G was a little depressed, but didn't know why. My guess is it has to do with girls. Like I've always said, guys only think about two things - money and women, and G has stable employment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I was coming down next week, and proposed yum cha. My initial plan was to have it with a small group, mainly Ele, but then if you invite one you gotta invite another and so on. I was thinking of shouting, hence one of the reasons why I want to keep it small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit on the phone, mainly about cars. After that I called Ele. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished the movie I started watching Quantum of Solace, but around the middle the DVD had problems again, so I gave Ele another try. This time she picked up. I asked her if she had had dinner yet and she said yes, that she was cooking when I called earlier. I asked her what she cooked and she said chinese food. I said I didn't know she could cook and asked her to teach me, and she gave an interested "yeah", lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she wanted to do yum cha, and she asked where. I said Lismore, that she could just fly up here on Saturday night. She asked who else was going and I said just her. She said she wanted to fly with someone else, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit about Brisbane and Surfers Paradise, told me she lived in Brisbane for four years and said there was this laser thing you could do in Gold Coast. I might check that out some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the topic of yum cha and I said Lismore again, and she asked "are you serious?". I said the flights were cheap, and she said it wasn't about the money, but about not wanting to fly alone. I said next time I'm down I would take her with me. I think she might actually consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a more serious note, I suggested the restaurant in Market City, and said I'd send an email. So with that, my brief return next week has been organised. My plan is to arrive on Saturday morning, spend time with my family and cats, go to DY's get together, then yum cha on Sunday and fly back on Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-8942546987515310599?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/8942546987515310599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=8942546987515310599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8942546987515310599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8942546987515310599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/croupier-chaos-theory.html' title='The Croupier &amp; Chaos Theory'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1525030624800709108</id><published>2009-11-14T21:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:49:22.048+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping centre!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today, scared that upon opening my door I would see the floors all distorted and out of shape. I was too scared to open the door. I finally got out of bed and made myself do it, and to my surprise and relief nothing had seemingly changed since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my car a good wash. That hose they have here really helps the rinsing. Some might wonder why I bother, seeing that it'll get birdshit or some other crap on it right away, but I just feel a need to keep it clean. After that I washed my blue business shirt, and then drove to the train station to get my ticket for next week. It was a lot easier than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then drove out to Robina for the so called big shopping centre. I was looking forward the something like Westfields, probably because it would remind me of the city. After a near two hour drive, I wasn't disappointed. I got lost a bit on the way, but when I found it, it was satisfaction to my visual senses to see a large, very modern shopping complex. After parking, I walked in and was greeted by the familiar scene and scent of a shopping centre. I felt like I was home, yet at the same time because it was so new, I felt like a tourist wanting to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around checking out the shops, and really there was nothing special, but I guess part of the experience was also seeing so many people together at the one place. I immediately noticed that it was more culturally diverse. No one looked at me like I was an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a walk around I found an ATM and then got something to eat. I thought about Macca's and then told myself I couldn't do it. Why the hell would you go all this way for Macca's? So I chose a meat sandwich place instead and had a pork and salad sandwich with gravy. Even though the girl didn't cut it properly, it was still soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out the cinemas after and there was about three hours left until The Box, which was what I wanted to see. So I decided to go check out the casino. I told myself I'd just go to check it out, but as I walked in, I found myself withdrawing $300. This casino was a lot smaller, and seemed not as formal. It was filled with poker machines more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a go at roulette, and lost. But I didn't get the same feeling as usual. I found myself feeling that it was a stupid game and I just wanted to get out of there. It was like an old kid stuck playing a kid's game, and he was bored and wanted out. I felt like that. I also didn't like the people around - they were obviously addicted, and I didn't want to be like them. So I walked out immediately after losing. I know this would be the time where I would feel the strong urge to withdraw more money in the hope of chasing my losses, but honestly, I had zero urge at all. ZILCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the shopping centre and took another walk around before going to the cinema. I lined up to buy the ticket, and then bought a small popcorn and coke. When I went to the ticket person, he said my movie was at 4, and it was only 3. I checked the time on my phone and it was 3:50pm. A lady waiting to go past said it was 2:50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, there must be a time difference in this state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a couch for the next ten minutes, determined to wait it out, but then decided to go to the toilet, and because I didn't want to take my popcorn and coke into the toilet, I thought it'd be best to leave it in my car, seeing that I had time anyway. As I was walking through the shopping centre to my car, the coke slipped out of my hand and I spilled a bit. I was already feeling like shit for being an HOUR early for the movie, and now this. I picked up my cup and kept proceeding to my car. I put the stuff in, went to the toilet, went back to my car, and then drove closer to the cinema car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to go in. There weren't many people there for the movie at all, but everyone else seemed to be in pairs. Most were boy/girl, but there was one pair of two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty good, I really liked the idea. I didn't really understand the whole NSA thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, as I was walking back to my car, there was this girl in a green dress walking in my direction. I looked at her and she smiled, which made me smile back. I wonder if it was just a friendly smile or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back was hurried, because I hated driving at night. In the second part of the journey I followed this old Commodore for vision purposes, and at one point it stopped. I could see some sort of animal on the road blocking its path. The car went around it, and when I saw it, I thought it was a big wolf, but it turned out to be a cow. Felt so sorry for the cow. It was good of the driver ahead of me to try to get it off the road by waving. I beeped at it until it walked off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I noticed that the floorboards weren't connected to the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they like that before, or was it because of the water? Shit, now I was in really big trouble. I panicked over it for a while before finding some stuff in the gaps, most noticeably a girl's hairband and some power cords. Now if these gaps were fresh, how did they get in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last night I watched Lost in Translation. It was ok, but I must admit, I checked a few times to see how much longer the movie would go for. I had read the blurb and knew it was about a friendship, so throughout the movie I was kinda saying how bullshit it was for a guy and girl to get that close and still be "friends", yet kept telling myself to be open minded, that you could actually be very close friends with a girl. But the last mouth to mouth kiss seemed to seal the deal for my former views. I might do everything they did with Bush, but mouth to mouth kiss? Friends? You've got to be kidding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1525030624800709108?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1525030624800709108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1525030624800709108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1525030624800709108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1525030624800709108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping-centre.html' title='Shopping centre!'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-4110934221623851429</id><published>2009-11-13T18:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:16:36.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first proper sev appeal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had another sev appeal. As Ben and I were walking towards the courtroom, the lawyer in my matter told me he was "going to pull it". I almost couldn't believe it. Two in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the matter was mentioned, the judge said something like "I don't know how you do it Mr [insert surname here]", and I said "beginner's luck", lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite how easy that was, I still managed to fuck up. The judge asked me if there was a stay. I panicked, looked at the wrong part of the document and said no. The judge began to say something before I found the correct part and corrected myself. I really should just calm down and take the time to check properly. Now he knows I might just say anything to get rid of something. God, felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to get the papers to Simon J. I went to his courtroom and everything was in session. I sat at the back, and then walked out. I saw the cofficer walk out and thought about asking her to pass it on when she came back, but she took too long so I went back in. This time I sat in the front row, trying to get as close as possible to that guy on the side who I was pretty sure worked for Simon J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking over at him to try to get his attention. After a while he finally felt someone looking at him and looked at me. I gestured for him to come over, but the fuckwit instead gestured for me to go over. Fukcing idiot. The last thing I wanted was for Mud to see me, and for the judge to see someone from the DDP giving the defence some papers. I went over and asked if he was with Simon J, and gave him the papers to give to him. Simon J had turned around by now and smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better not fucking see this guy in court because I'm going to hammer him for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day sitting in the office worrying if Mud had seen me. I could just see her storming up to me and asking me what it was that I gave to them. It wouldn't look good, no matter how I tried to explain it. I never saw her come into the office, but by the end of the day I figured she had come in because I saw Simon J outside at the lift when I went to get a gummi bear. Looks like it was mission accomplished. Never doing that shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I went to rent some videos, and as I was driving out of my street, I looked right and left and saw no cars, so slowly proceeded because of all the little rocks that's there at the corner, and as I was going out this ute came from the right and the driver looked at me like I was an idiot for not seeing him. God, that really downed my confidence. I couldn't do a simple mention, and now I couldn't drive. I seem to fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a coupon to rent Wolverine, and three other weekly movies for $8. I then went to the shopping centre to get a mop so I could clean the floor, and also bought a black tie for $20 from K-Mart. I know I told myself I would only buy perishables up here, but I have been looking for a tie like that for a while, and in the past I've almost always regretted not buying it when I wanted it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some takeaway from the Chinese restaurant near me. There was a dark blonde girl working, and she started chatting to me while I was waiting. At first I was tempted to think she may have been trying to chat me up, but then I started questioning her age. She seemed a little young, maybe under 18, and then I just told myself she was being friendly. She wasn't the brightest star, giving me the wrong food and making me walk back to return it just after I reached home. But while I was talking to her, I felt that I wouldn't mind the companionship of such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ate half the food because there was so much, and didn't even finish the movie because I wanted to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my third sev appeal. No way this was going to fall through, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. He's a law student, no record, and must've just gotten some drugs off some friends at a festival. And now he wants a clean record so he can become a lawyer. I had decided I wasn't going to push too hard, not only because I felt sorry for him, but also because I didn't deem it as very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His barista called him to give evidence, and he looked like he was about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, don't cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I cross-examined him. All of a sudden I felt like RB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said you made some enquiries with the [insert authority here] is that correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as a result of those enquiries, you were told something along the lines of that it would definitely not look good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but that it was still possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, why did you say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you agree with me that it's still possible to become a lawyer in QLD notwithstanding this conviction?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked for subs, I said I didn't wish to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge didn't give it to him. I wonder what role, if any, I had in influencing that decision. I really did feel sorry for the kid. His parents were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I just ruined someone's future career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel good about myself at all. I wanted to call Bush and ask her if this was how she felt, and if she enjoyed her job. Really, you gotta be some sort of sicko to enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was calling me the terminator, as he had seen me cross-examine and also because I was now technically 3/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day reading stuff and making phone calls, only to be thrown a large file at nearly 4pm by the secretary saying it was for Monday and she had no idea why it was listed for Monday. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, eager to mop the floor, probably because I was eager to please and show that I was a good tenant. I used my new mop and dipped it in a bucket of water and detergent, and then started on the whole house. After that I started mopping with clean water, and then started drying. It was only then that I decided to google mopping floors, and found out that WATER AND WOOD DON'T MIX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've fucking known this from basketball all these years, how water creates a lump on the court. And now I'm desperately trying to dry the damn floors with the fan and windows open. There is already a small lump in the middle of the lounge. Fucking hell. I just hope Pandy doesn't notice it, and more importantly, that it doesn't get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Pandy, she had written me a note on Wednesday, and among other things, asked if I wanted fly screens. I sent an email saying not really, but I wouldn't mind it either. I feared she may have been doing it out of a crush on me, but if not, I didn't want the situation where five months from now I decide not to re-new the lease and she says "oh but I did x and y for you". Anyway, she replies yesterday by email, and says she will be over more next week to water the plants, and might stay over one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF feeling rising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says that maybe we can even have a camp fire with a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-4110934221623851429?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/4110934221623851429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=4110934221623851429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/4110934221623851429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/4110934221623851429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-proper-sev-appeal.html' title='My first proper sev appeal'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3413840102476212604</id><published>2009-11-11T20:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:16:01.398+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first sev appeal</title><content type='html'>So my house mate Kim left yesterday. It was kinda fun to have someone around the house, even though at times I preferred to be stuck in my room. On Monday night she brought some friends over, and although I sat in my room watching Passengers, I enjoyed the liveliness and noise the group was generating. It was the closest thing to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, yesterday it was kinda sad whe I came home from work to see Kim talking to Pandy, and then Kim telling me she was leaving. On a side note, I am really beginning to feel a 'vibe' from Pandy. I must admit, I found her to be somewhat attractive initially when I met her, with her cowboy hat and all, but there's one image I can't get out of my mind - when she was over on the weekend, she raised her arm and I saw her armpit hair. I don't think I've ever seen a woman's armpit hair. It kinda grossed me out a bit. She seems to laugh at the things I say even though it's not funny. When she first saw me in a suit she made a remark about how I looked smart in a suit and touched my arm. And yesterday, when I changed into my pajamas, she said "nice pajamas" and winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I wanted to talk to Kim more than Pandy. It felt like the Twish-Jennifer situation; even though I met Twish/Pandy first, my view of them changed and I felt more 'magnet-ed' towards Jennifer/Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about offering Kim a ride to where she was catching the bus, but thought she might think I was coming onto her, but after a while I re-considered and offered. She said no at first, but when I asked again she said yes and called to cancel her cab. We stopped off at Macca's drive through so she could get something to eat, and then I dropped her off at the train station. We had a nice chat in the car. She asked me a few questions about my work. I know she was just being polite, but it felt good to talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first sev appeal. It would be my first time speaking in court in a looooong time. I would break my drought. I was nervous AS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had gone to the toilet twice at home, when I got to the office I had that diarrhea feeling. I find that I get that when I'm nervous. Part of me was begging for the CDDP to offer me a job so I could not only go back to Sydney, but also take a role which didn't involve as much advocacy. Another part of me was telling me I could do it, that if other people could, then so could I; that if Karen looked so nervous doing it with her 21 years experience, then so could I; that I used to do this all the time at Nom's firm and it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into Ben's car holding a file and sensing that familiar smell of his dogs, I was on my way to court. When I got there I stood around, waiting to see what lawyer acted for the other side. Not many unfamiliar faces came in, so when this tall white guy walked in, I assumed he was the app.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters were mentioned before mine, but when those were over we reverted to doing things down the list, and Ben turned around from the bar and gestured for me to approach. Only him and Karen were there from my office, and I was comfortable with them seeing me. I think I am the closest to them and they are my favourites. If anyone was going to watch my first time as a prosecutor, I was glad it was them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instinctively approached the bar and said "I appear in this matter your Honour". I thought about it, then added "for the Crown". I spelt my name for him and then mentioned my matter. Apparently the dude had sent a letter to court saying he was withdrawing. The judge asked me a few questions to confirm the previous orders, and then said something about this being an easy "baptism" but that it won't be so easy next time, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and saw Karen smiling like a mother who had just witnessed her child take their first steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo glad and relieved that was over. I was a little disappointed it didn't eventuate, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy, but then bumped into Simon Joy at court. We exchanged pleasantries and then I went into our room to talk with Ben. I saw Simon Joy waiting outside, but thought he was waiting for someone else. When I came out, he asked if I could receive a fax for him at my office because his hotel charged $1 per page. I said yes, but in hindsight, I shouldn't have, and he shouldn't have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking out for the rest of the day, because I was pretty sure it was for a matter which Claire Mud was in, and I could just picture her face when she found out I had helped the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged Simon Joy to tell me when the fax was coming through. Whe I bumped into him again he asked what time would be best and I suggested 5pm, when most people had left. At 4:45pm, I received a call from his secretary saying she was faxing it now. I started stalking the fax machine back and forth. I think Sarah and the work experience student thought I was acting suss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to get all of it before Claire Mud got to the fax machine. If she saw it or picked it up, I was dead meat. My reputation would be ruined, in less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the fax was coming through, and luckily it was a new machine so it was quite fast. But then it ran out of paper. I tried to get some myself but had to ask Sarah for help. She offered to help me re-fill it, but I said I could do it. I couldn't. I stuffed it up and the paper got jammed. She spent like 10 minutes helping me un-jamming it, and also helped me put the machine back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, talk about a covert operation gone wrong. At that moment I just wanted to get the 95 page fax as soon as possible and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting all of it without Claire Mud's awareness. The secretary called back saying Simon Joy would like it in an envelope. I went to the stationery room to try to find one, but could only find really big ones. I took one and Andrew saw me. He must've been wondering what the hell I was doing with such a big envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the envelope back. I've helped him enough. Now all I need to do is get it to him without anyone from my office seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3413840102476212604?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3413840102476212604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3413840102476212604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3413840102476212604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3413840102476212604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-sev-appeal.html' title='My first sev appeal'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1850107877572393628</id><published>2009-11-08T20:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:33:05.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first weekend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided to go for a drive, half to check out a whoring place and half to explore. I drove to Ballina and checked out the shopping centre there. It was bigger than the one here, but still nothing compared to the ones in Sydney. I heard a girl say to her friends something about Asians when she saw me. I still stand out very much, and it is not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the K-Mart there and bought a torch (realised I needed one after that horrific thing I did to my car, poor baby), an iron and an ironing board. I then drove to the brothel, was introduced to this fat tongan lady with tattoos on her chest and kindly said no thanks and walked back out. No way in hell I was gonna waste my money on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back I stopped at the Big Prawn restaurant and had an omlette and small chips. The omlette was pretty damn big, so didn't think I needed the chips. The guy must've thought I was a tourist, so when I said "g'day", he probably thought I was mocking him. As I ate, I stared out the window and wondered if this would be my life for the next two years. Did RB and DY go through this train of thought when they went out west? Would I take a Sydney job in a heart beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back 'home' and checked out the cinema. I wanted to watch the Time Traveller's wife but it was starting at night and I didn't want to be out at night. When I got home Pandy was still working on the gardens (she got there earlier in the morning when I had a scrub of my car, got all the dead insects off the front). I then went out to get an account at a video store, and rented The Butterfly Effect 3 and Valkyrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Valkyrie, and then went out to get some take away from the Chinese restaurant close by. When I got back, a girl came out of her room and called out. It was Kim, my house mate. We introduced ourselves and then had a chat at the dining table as I ate. Maybe it was because I was told she was a student, she rode her bike everywhere, and how she seemed to be a neat freak by gleaning at the items around the house, I got the idea that she was a young and attractive girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned out to be a little older, and not as attractive as I'd had thought. Don't get me wrong, I still thought she looked kinda pretty, just not what I had in mind. I thought she looked Spanish or Italian, but turns out she was Aboriginal. I think we got on quite well. Now I don't want that old lady Toni to move in. I kinda wanted the ambulance guy for a more blokey environment, but Pandy said he took another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I washed my white shirts and then washed my car. I then drove out to get a car cover for my car, because I was starting to get sick of all the insects crawling around on my car, the leaves falling onto it, and the whole exposure to the sun, rain and dirt thing. I got some Chinese fast food from the town square food court, which really sucked. I watched Butterfly Effect 3 as I ate it. Good idea, but kinda over-used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to have a go at ironing my shirts, and then realised that the one I was wearing on Friday night when I got my car stuck was still dirty from me carrying the log. Grrr. I'll have to hand wash that I guess. Still very new to ironing shirts, so I even googled it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Ele a call. I called her on Wednesday night but there was no answer, and no call back. I wasn't as angry as I'd usually be, but instead I was telling myself I should move on. I guess out of boredom I called her. To my surprise she picked up. She asked me how I was and said she was at Myer shopping with her friends. She asked me how the place was and I said it was a bit quiet. I think she got my gist, meaning I was lonely. She asked if there were any interesting cases and all I could think of to tell her was that one I watched Karen do on Friday. I asked about her cholesterol, her stress and the lady at work and she said they were all good. I was looking for any hints that she wanted to end the call and do the shopping, but couldn't pick up any. She asked when I would be returning to Sydney, and I wondered if I should tell her or surprise her, but I ended up saying in about two weeks. She said to let her know when I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went out to return the DVDs and go for a walk. I dropped them off in the return chute, then decided to check out where the train station was. It was a bit of a walk, and I noticed that the main streets of this city were desserted, and this was at 5pm on a Sunday. Farking hell. I sort of found the street where the station was, but a dog was hanging around and I wasn't sure if I was in a condition to outrun a dog so I turned around and went back to the video store. I rented The Terminal (something I came very close to buying at JB Hi-fi on several occasions) and Passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some noodles from the Noodle Box shop and came home to watch The Terminal. Great movie, who knew they could get so much out of so little. Sad though that Zeta-Jones still went with the bastard. I guess they went with reality and not some fairytale ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1850107877572393628?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1850107877572393628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1850107877572393628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1850107877572393628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1850107877572393628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-weekend.html' title='My first weekend'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-9128701699597960864</id><published>2009-11-07T20:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:30:50.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first week at work</title><content type='html'>So I've made it. It wasn't that tough at work, but it sure was tough last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so during the week I've mainly just been following Ben and Karen to court. I find a bit of an affinity for Karen, secretly because she's kinda sexy in that mature conservative way, but overtly because she kinda reminds me of Colette at Coke. It made me wonder where I would be today if I had stayed at Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that Karen tends to have no hesitation in using me as a para, not that I have a problem with it, but it was interesting to note. Remember how I asked if Ben was my new DC? Well I figured out that he's my new Mis. He's taken me under his wings, sometimes he'll come over and ask if I know about a particular case and then tell me about it, or he'll give me a few practical pointers. But he's Mis, and not DC, because he still maintains that working relationship line, and doesn't make it feel like as if he's wanting to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also got a call during the week from the CDDP, asking for my permission for them to check my referees. Of course, I said yes. But it made me think about what I would do if they offered me a job. The pro of it would be that it's a two year contract and it'd be back home. The con of it would be that it's less money and I'd piss everyone here off. I found out that I was this office's first external recruitment. They normally have people transfer internally to this place, so it's been a lot of effort from them to train me. I really appreciate Cole and Amy for showing me the ropes on the computer system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Brendan had this long talk with me, which I took to be some sort of "welcome to the office" speech. You know how you hear of coaches and managers meeting up with NBA players to try to persuade them to stay or come to their team? I felt like the player in that situation. Apart from actually inking a new contract extension, he gave every hint that I was there for the long haul. He talked about moving up the ladder, there and in the city, about how people haven't left since they've arrived, and about how fast I'd develop my skills there (in comparison to city people). Now imagine if I left after a few months?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also probably consciously my first change into a prosecutor's mindset. I was watching Karen's sentencing matter about how these kids had kidnapped the wrong person and beat him up for about 20 minutes. EVerytime there was mention about how serious the offence was, the family in the courtroom would shake their head as if it was wrong, and everytime there was talk about how good these kids were, they'd shake their head as if it was right. I mean, come on, your kids kidnapped and bashed someone up, can't you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after work last night, I decided to go have a bit of fun. I haven't gambled since 17 September I think, and I haven't gone whoring since about that time either. So I looked up some of the personals in the local paper and made some calls. Most calls went either unanswered or didn't get through because it was off. But after some research on the net (which showed there is barely any of that stuff here), I found a few places which I drove to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place was quite far away, and I was introduced to four ladies. They all looked drug fucked, so that was the end of that. I still remember the image of the last girl, a blonde, who had so much powder on her face I nearly threw up looking at her as she held my hand. I was so glad I mustered up the confidence to say no and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second place I went to was a little bit better. The first girl was a tall brunette with short hair. She did appeal to me at first, but then I looked at all those earrings on her ears and told myself no. The rest of the girls were pretty bad too, so I used an excuse saying I was looking for an Asian girl and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get some Hungry Jack's and returned home to eat it while watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. After eating, I got the exploration urge again and decided to go check out a few more places I had found on the net. I went driving around looking for a couple but didn't find them. They seemed to be either industrial or residential. I decided to call it a night and when I was trying to reverse my way into the backyard, I knew I was too close to the edge but stupid, STUPIDLY, kept on going, and then WHAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wheel got stuck in the gutter. It was actually airborne, so no matter what I did I couldn't get it out. I was in deep shit. It was dark. It was wet. It was dirty. I tried to get a log (and remember, I am still in my work clothes) to stick it under the wheel, but there was too much water there and I couldn't see how deep it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called NRMA, and they said they'd be around in 30-40 minutes. I did have a few urges to try to fix it myself, like stupidly, STUPIDLY, trying to lift and push the car myself (no, you're not that strong). Surprisingly they came rather quickly, in like 15-20 minutes. I thanked the guy for coming and showed him the problem. After having a look at it I could see him trying to figure this one out. It was in a pretty tight lane so that made things even harder. I guess this was kinda the fun part of his job, the challenge of solving problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he would reverse his car from the other end and then try to drag my car out. It sounded good to me, but I had a bit of fear that he might pull my bumper off. Who cares, I thought, the most important thing was getting your car out, not alarming the neighbours and having them tell Pandy what a tool you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strategy actually worked. I couldn't believe it. It made so much sense, was so logical, but I still couldn't believe it. I thanked the guy a million times, asked to shake his hand, and he seemed a bit humble. I thanked him again as he left. I wonder, was it bad of me not to give him a tip? I would've, but I didn't know if it was appropriate for him. Man, he was my life saver. I will try to remember his face forever. He kinda looked like that guy with brown hair in Dawson's Creek if I remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo glad I could just go inside, change and fall asleep on my bed. Nightmare over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-9128701699597960864?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/9128701699597960864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=9128701699597960864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/9128701699597960864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/9128701699597960864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-week-at-work.html' title='My first week at work'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3135479481667679681</id><published>2009-11-03T20:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:23:32.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as Crown</title><content type='html'>I must admit I was very nervous yesterday walking to work. I kinda felt like throwing up as I walked along the main in anticipation of working at a completely new place. When I got to the building I didn't know what floor they were on, so I ended up going up level by level. I finally found them on level 3 and rang the buzzer. I was greeted by a cheery old man who I thought was Brendan, the manager I spoke to on the phone, but turned out to be the office manager who was in charge of admin I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me to a lot of people including Brendan, Alana (the girl I'm replacing because she got promoted), Amy (the admin lady), Ben (a guy I'll be working closely with) and a lot heap of others. I can't remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that they'd ease me into the role so for the first two weeks all I'd do is watch Ben. Ben actually played a joke on me. He shoved me three files and asked if I could do them in court that day, and I said sure, feeling the pressure. I went back to my desk to read them to see what their status were, and after a bit of time he came over and said he was joking, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with him to court yesterday, and I watched intently as I tried to pick things up. There's only one D court judge here, so you kinda have a cosy aura around the courtroom. Later in the day Ben even introduced me to him, although he seemed a bit more concerned about Alana being "escalated" than me being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a bit tiring during the day because of the downtime. There was a time when we had to wait about an hour so Ben and I just sat in the room talking. We seemed to get along pretty well, but I was careful to not get along too well too soon, in fear of becoming friends. It was kinda like the DC situation. Did I see him as my new DC? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks a lot younger than he is (40). He's from the city too, only been here for about seven months, but seems to enjoy it, saying he bought a large farm property and enjoys pretending to be a cowboy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked off at five, and on the way home I spoke to Bush. I told her about how it was a bit of a redneck town and how I was lonely. That made me want to cry. She ended the call by saying I could call her whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the supermarket to get some chips for the Melbourne Cup office sweepstakes (I had also put a $5 bet in to get more social with the people), and then got some Hungry Jacks to take back home to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating I spent the rest of the night reading a case trying to helop Karen because it had to do with computers. I went to bed feeling good that I had exhausted myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up just like yesterday and went to work. It's an odd feeling to be doing everything yourself. I didn't go to court today because Ben was instructing Karen in a trial, but Amy brought my files along so I spent most of the day reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the Melbourne Cup today, so we all gathered around watching it. My horse ended up coming third, so I won some money, lol. After the race a few people talked to me about my previous case, and I could see that Ben was listening in from a distance. I tried to stay humble because I didn't want him to feel like the new guy was a threat. Earlier Alana said they were joking about the pecking order and said I was below Ben, and then added "just kidding". I mean, although technically we're on the same level, I do see myself as below him, because he's my mentor - so what? I really like and admire him for taking me under his wings. He took me through a sev appeal today which I really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like Chinese food today so after I got home I drove back out to a Chinese restaurant I spotted yesterday. I think you know it's not a good thing when you see a Chinese restaurant being run by white people. I ordered a curry beef with vegetables and rice, and it really had no curry flavour at all. Everything else was ok, but it had no taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3135479481667679681?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3135479481667679681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3135479481667679681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3135479481667679681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3135479481667679681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-as-crown.html' title='First day as Crown'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1858231218971850970</id><published>2009-11-01T18:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:12:02.037+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lismore</title><content type='html'>On Friday afternoon I met up with Malay at Gurang's house. When I called Malay he was there so I asked if I could go over, since he had told Gurang I was leaving anyway. When I got there I told them about the fight earlier, and then I went downstairs with Malay to help wax his car. The polish he had used was a crap one he said, which didn't make the surface smooth, but he just wanted to do a rough wax job before it got any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst doing that Gurang would talk to us from his balcony. I noticed he had put on some muscles on the arm and had a tattoo on his left upper arm. He said he was cleaning the house for inspection by the landlord, and also that he was going to China for a holiday after quitting his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library guy called me, just to talk about the Fright Night photos he was trying to send me. After finishing the wax job, we decided to go hang out in the city. Gurang sounded like he had other plans but said he'd come anyway. I wanted him to go with his other friends though because I knew how aggressive he could get when drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my car first, and tried to return V's call but he didn't pick up. I drove home, then walked to Malay's bus stop where I found Gurang waiting. We talked a bit more about him leaving his job and what his tattoo meant. It was four Chinese characters having something to do with honour, integrity and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Malay turned up we caught the bus out to the city, and bumped into Michael L and Eva on the bus. After telling them about the fight, conversation got a bit awkward because it was kinda like a different group of friends - Gurang didn't really know them and Malay was never considered close to them. I also wondered if they would tell Ele they saw me. Well, probably, but what I would really be wondering is what she would think of me spending my last day with my friends and not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off the bus we walked to the cinema and saw Shuing waiting. Michelle had texted me earlier asking me why I was being rude to her, when I gave her a one word response to her message saying something like "today is a beautiful day for the beach". I didn't want her to think I was being rude so invited her out with us, and while we waited, we had coffee courtesy of Gurang, and then hung around the arcades a bit. We won more toys, but we failed again in getting a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Michelle arrived, we went for dinner at Mamma's Kitchen, which has now changed to Mamma's. Usually I don't notice the difference but this time I noticed that the servings were a lot smaller for the same price, if not higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay and Gurang sat on one side, Michelle, Shuing and I sat on the other. We just talked about work and high school. Gurang had an alcoholic drink and I noticed its effect when he slapped Malay on the face a few times in quick succession, as if to pass it off as a joke. I was glad to see Malay slapped him in the back of the head as if to indicate he wasn't taking any of it. This was when I wanted Gurang out of the group because it would only get worse as he drank more and more. He was in talks with some friends over the phone about meeting them, and because I wanted him to go, when he asked what we were doing afterwards I said probably just more video games because I knew he didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was split amongst everyone except me. It's pretty good to have all these freebies as a farewell, but I feel bad about feeling good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we did head back to the arcades, and afterwards we decided to go for ice cream. Malay had to go meet other friends, so we said goodbye there. To my dismay, Gurang went with us to ice cream saying he'd only sit for a while and not eat whilst waiting for his friends to call. So we sat there eating ice cream for a while before Gurang finally left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was just Michelle, Shuing and I, I felt more free to discuss topics closer to heart, like the topic of Ele without saying her name. Michelle just thought we were talking about relationships in general, but Shuing knew what I was talking about. Michelle actually questioned why Ele didn't have a boyfriend because she was at an age where people should marry. I told her she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our ice cream, we sat there talking when I saw Nigga Ho stand behind Shuing and put his index finger to his lips looking at me. He then shook Shuing which frightened him. We invited him to join us and he did, and we had a pretty good catch up session. I've bumped into him before over the years after we finished high school, but I was still amazed at how much he had changed - he had become so much more sociable. Shuing said quite the opposite, saying he looked like he hadn't changed, always so sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around midnight we decided to call it a night and caught a taxi back home. I got dropped off first, and even though I asked Shuing if he wanted any money for the fare (to which he obviously said no), I knew I didn't have any cash and that I'd have to use my card. Lucky he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I woke up and finished up packing. I nearly forgot my passport and stuff, which I need to show my new place of work. Imagine if I had forgotten about that! I guess I was a bit slow in packing because part of me didn't really want to leave. Even at the last minute, I was having second thoughts as it really hit me then that I was leaving home. It's a lot easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finally satisfied that I had 99% of everything I needed, I drove out to the city to get the rent money from my credit card. After parking and on my way to the ATM, I messaged Ele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ele, I am leaving now, thanks for the dinner. I want to see a lower cholestorol Ele when I get back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me immediately, and I wasn't ready for it. I couldn't ignore it, so I answered it. She said goodbye and I asked her what she was doing. She said she was still sleeping. I said thanks again for the dinner and then said that I'd let her know when I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what roads to take and that, but I just followed signs that pointed me in the general direction. It was supposed to be just one main road anyway. I drove for more than two hours before stopping at Bulahdelah for a break. The first thing I noticed amongst all the people sitting outside the pub drinking was that I was the only Asian. I got myself a sandwich and a bottle of water, ate it on some bench, and then continued on my way. Already my internet was out of range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I'd stop every two hours for a break, but I could never do it because everytime I reached a rest area I'd just tell myself I'd stop at the next one, and it kept going on and on. Finally I stopped at a place for petrol (second time, first time was when I got lost and headed towards Maitland) and then got some Macca's. Again, not one Asian in sight. I felt a bit like a black man walking into a white neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on my way after that, telling myself I'd stop once it got dark because I didn't want to drive in the dark. But when it did get dark, I found myself saying the same thing - that I'd stop at the next rest area but never did. I had a chance to stop at Grafton and sleep in my car, but I thought the next area was quite close, but when I passed it, it was just miles and miles of road, so I had to keep driving. I mean, I could've stopped on one of the rest areas on the road, but I told myself that I'd get fucking killed, being all alone in a car next to the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it got really dark, I started trying to tailgate others for vision. Most people were going too fast for me, so I eventually lost them. One Commodore wagon I followed was going pretty slow, but after a while I think they got sick of me so they went extra slow when I could overtake, so I did. I ended up following a large truck for the rest of the way, and even the truck had to use its high beams for vision because it was so dark. I did the same, turning it down only when there was a car approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parted with the truck when there was a sign pointing to the left with "Lismore". It led me onto one very long and narrow road, in between fields and fields of wheat. I was pretty scared. I wanted to stop and change CDs, but pictured some ghost getting into my car like they do in the movies. I was going pretty slow, so maybe that's why it took so long, but when I saw a car come out from a driveway, I eventually pulled over and these two guys asked if there was anything wrong. I asked them for direction and they said they were going to the same place and said I could follow them. They were really nice and eventually led me to Lismore, even though I had been on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place they led me to was the main street. I walked around a bit, went into a pub to use the bathroom, did more walking before returning to my car. I found my house with a bit of help from my phone GPS map, and pulled up in front of it. It was too dark to make anything out, but it looked alright I suppose. I jumped into the back seat and tried to squeeze in with my luggage to sleep. At that point, I got the same feeling as I did on my first night in Hong Kong - I felt alone, and scared. I wondered if I was doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few hours I'd wake up when my position became too uncomfortable to bear. I'd change and sleep a few more hours. I woke up at about 5:30am to the sounds of birds chirping. I jumped into the front seat, lowered it and went back to sleep. I think I should've done that in the first place. I slept till about 8:30am before driving to the shopping centre and using the bathroom, getting something to eat and using the internet. Nothing much happened on fb while I was gone, except Jennifer posting a happy birthday video with her in a bikini. I thought that was a tad revealing, but what was more important was how much attention she seemed to want. That red flag just keeps getting bigger for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked back in front of my house until I received a call from Pandy asking if I was outside. I asked her how she knew and she said a neighbour called her. She said she'd arrive in about 2 hours, and asked me to check out the markets. EVen though I said I'd just stay put in fear of getting lost, I changed my mind and went to find it. Apparently it was a lot closer than the first mini-shopping mall I had been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my second ever racial remark. At a roundabout these kids were crossing, and I thought they'd give way (as they're supposed to) but when I passed them the girl said "damn Asian". It stung for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst walking through the markets, I yawned and heard a male voice say "you're sleepy". At first I thought it was just some friendly guy, but it turned out to be two older men who I had suspected were trying to convert me for religious reasons. What struck me more was how odd they looked. I can't say pedophiles have a certain look about them, but these two just looked like pedophiles. They must've thought I was a lot younger than I was (they asked if I was a student). After some light attempts to try to convert me, I just decided to play polite and go quiet and see how long they could last. Eventually they gave up and fucked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the house to wait for Pandy, and she showed up right on time. She showed me the house, and I must say, it was pretty damn nice. It was just as it was in the photos. The girl who currently lives here as well won't be here until the weekend she said. After showing me the house and doing the paperwork, I paid her the advance rent and she said she'd be back to show another person the third room. I went off to get some bread, butter, orange juice, a pillow and sheets, and when I came back she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an old lady who was inspecting the place, kinda a hippy type. She seemed nice enough, but I wondered if she would talk too much. She left without really making a decision, but I don't think she'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am now, after a shower, some bread and a shave, all alone in this house, and starting a new job tomorrow. I miss home. I miss my friends. I miss Ele. I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1858231218971850970?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1858231218971850970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1858231218971850970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1858231218971850970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1858231218971850970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/11/lismore.html' title='Lismore'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3677853258798078345</id><published>2009-10-30T16:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:08:57.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight in the city</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I got dressed and everything, ready to deliver the final batch of stuff to Michael D. I called him and we couldn't figure out an easy way to meet up so we decided to wait till he finished his court matter first. At first I just thought I'd hang around and wait, but then decided to head out to get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chinksford to get some bread from the supermarket, but they were closed because their system was down (???). I then drove to the Bra and decided to try out Aldi, I've always wanted to see what imitation stuff they had for lower prices. The stuff there actually wasn't bad, I should go there more often. I got some bread and a 21 pack of imitation Mamee noodles. I then crossed the road to a charcoal chicken place to get a quarter chicken. At first I thought it was a bit too expensive compared to another place I had seen earlier, but their stuffing was quite good, so maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got back into the car I noticed a missed call from Michael D. I called back and we decided it would be easiest if he came by my house to pick the stuff up because he was on the way to the jails anyway. I quickly drove back home, parking in a street across the road because the stuff he was picking up was blocking my garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after going inside my house he called, and I went down to see him parked along my drive way. We started putting the boxes and the trolley and the secret briefcase into his car, then I went to bring my car over to give him the empty folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of a chat, prolonged by the client calling him. I wonder why he didn't tell the client I was there. Maybe he didn't want to trouble me. After a handshake and some nice words, he left, and that was pretty much the end of my job for me (with the exception of today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Bush, but she messaged me saying she wasn't well. I had a pretty good idea it wouldn't eventuate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going out at night, but then decided to stay home to have dinner, and watched Beauty and the Geek. I wonder if I would qualify for a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bummed around in the morning a bit, before leaving at around 11am to go to the gym to freeze my membership. I was prepared for a dog fight, because I had heard stories about how hard it is to cancel memberships and stuff, so I decided I'd play it nice and soft at first, but was ready to become persistent if need be. To my surprise, the girl just swiped my card and that was it - frozen for the next three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started heading out to Parra where I was to meet Phillip to transfer over the secret stuff we didn't need. I parked at the shopping centre for free parking and got there a bit early so had Macca's for lunch and walked around. At close to 2pm I went to the office, and it was only when I got inside that I realised I had left my office keys in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my car to get them, then headed back to the office where I saw Phillip waiting for me. He looked like he was about to call me on his phone and I explained to him what had happened. We got talking as we started moving the stuff into the two big blue bags he had. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I know Kate or someone said he was annoying because he talked too much. Maybe he was, but I just didn't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he hurt his back, maybe playing basketball, and I told him about my knee, and he said he had had five surgeries on the same knee - ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved the stuff with a trolley and after seeing him off in a taxi, I went back inside to return the trolley to the registry. I noticed the nice sheriff wasn't there anymore - there were three left and two of them were known to be assholes. As soon as I rolled the trolley in one of them asked me to walk back out to empty my pockets, and when I walked through the scanner with empty pockets he asked sternly "who do you work for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who do I work for? Ummm...that's kinda complicated. And what was it to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stammered, he repeated the question, in an even sterner tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed him my card and he asked me what was inside the briefcase, and I just said classified. He couldn't budge with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the building, I felt angered by the treatment. Just because I was in plain clothes, he decided to have a power trip. Well if he wanted a power trip then he can have it. Just make sure he's not at my mercy at anytime from now on because I'll remember it. He must lead a very sad life to get a kick out of doing stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back towards the city where I dropped off the secret briefcase at GS' office. I then started driving home, and while stopped at a light on a main street, I heard a bit of scuffling over my loud Eminem music. I looked in my right mirror and saw two Caucasian males walking towards the driver of a 4WD. At first I thought it was a car jack and I couldn't believe my eyes. Then one of the males punched the driver smack in the head. I opened my door and turned around to watch. I couldn't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver got out and started retaliating. There was a taxi driver there trying to stop it. Without thinking, I got out of my car and went to help. The driver was restraining the 4WD driver, but the other two guys kept coming. At one point one of them pushed the 4WD driver to the ground, and the driver went to restrain them. The 4WD driver looked totally shocked and got up. I restrained him and the taxi driver and I tried to usher him into his car. The two looked like they were going to back off, but then they came forward again and spat at him. A bit landed on my face. I thought they were going to hit me but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the 4WD driver into his car, he was saying "follow me" to the guys, as if to continue the fight. By now the lights had turned green and I quickly ran to my car to drive off so as to not block traffic. I couldn't believe what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still shaken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3677853258798078345?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3677853258798078345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3677853258798078345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3677853258798078345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3677853258798078345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/fight-in-city.html' title='Fight in the city'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-8132984982940702057</id><published>2009-10-29T10:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:16:23.867+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell - Ele &amp; Co.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did jack all in the morning, bumming around home. But then in the afternoon I washed my car (I absolutely adore my car!!!), bought some take away to eat, and then left home at about 5:30pm for the YL meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there right on time, and as I exited the elevator, I was greeted by Tommo who was standing in the doorway, presumably checking out who was coming. I walked into the room to see his colleague Rob and some dude called Panesh or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around talking a bit, mainly about whatever they were talking about. After a bit past 6pm, Tommo started the meeting. Kate H arrived moments later, and then Daniel. I had heard them talking before about Caramel coming late. She was the girl who I met before on the ghost tour, and who I had a very brief crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit surprised that there weren't many people at the meeting, it was a far cry from Daniel's days as chair when we'd get at least ten people. They attributed it to it being late in the year and the students having exams, but my own theory was that Tommo was just not as good a chair as Daniel. I like Tommo, and I think he's got a great social personality for the position, but I think in terms of handling the orders of the meeting, he needs to tone it down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramel arrived in the latter part of the meeting, and I was questioning myself as to whether that was even the same girl. Sure, she may have had glandular fever, but she looked so much more pale and frail than I had remembered. It was like as if she aged five years since the ghost tour. Maybe the lesson here was to not go for women in their 30's because they can't hold up their appearances for much longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting didn't seem very productive, I learnt a bit about the proposed laws, but that was it. Daniel left early, and Rob and Panesh left as soon as the meeting was formally closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Tommo, Kate and Caramel started talking about other stuff, slightly related to YL, but not really. I don't know why I stayed, but it got more awkward the longer I stayed. Tommo even said I didn't have to stay, lol. I told myself to stay till 7:30, even though I was supposed to leave at 7 because I was meeting Ele and everyone at 7:30. I did manage to pick up a bit of goss though, which was that Tommo and Wruth don't get along anymore, because they both went for chair and it was a tie, and Tommo ended up getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 7:30 I just got up and said "I think I have to go", after sitting there for 30 minutes listening to a conversation I knew nothing about. It's like being a chatroom and not talking, watching other people's conversations and they're thinking "what the hell is that guy doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way down the city quickly, half glad that I was late because it made me seem busy. I was expecting a call from Ele asking me where I was, and I thought I'd joke that I didn't know we were meeting up, and then turn up behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the call never came. When I got there they were nowhere to be seen. I walked around the G-Star shop, our meeting place, and still could not see them. I went to the bathroom and then returned to check. Still nothing. I called her, and after a few rings, my call was rejected. Then I got a message from her saying they were at 68 Liverpool St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great, thanks for telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started making my way there when she called. I answered and she asked if I got her message. I said yes and she told me the name of the Korean restaurant they were in and that it was near the card and board games place we went to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the place and walked in to find them seated at a table. Tracy, Ele and Eva were seated on one side, and Michael L was seated on the other. I had no choice but to sit next to Michael L, directly opposite Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I half joked and half had a go at her saying that I had been waiting an hour, to call her and have my call rejected, and then to find out that the venue had changed and I hadn't even been informed. She said she was in the process of texting me when I called, hence her rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls seemed like they were captivated by the songs playing on the tv screen above Michael L's head. When Michael L asked why they were so entranced, Eva negged him saying they were better looking than him. This was something I noticed last time, and she did it a few more times on this night, and I wondered how Michael L would take that. Was he the type to get violent and boil over? Or would he just take it in jest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was promised a stripper and asked where she was, and then suggested Ele be it after looking around unsuccessfully. She laughed a bit and then pointed at Tracy, seemingly out of nervousness. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner we talked a bit about my work, hypothetical cases, but what stuck out later on was Ele's problems at work. Although she returned to work this week, she still wasn't enjoying it. It looked like the stress had gotten back to her. She said there was this lady at work who didn't like her, probably because Ele was in her former position. She seemed really distressed about this, and it looked like it was starting to get serious as she and her manager had had a discussion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of dinner we discussed briefly what we were going to do, and although Eva and Tracy suggested ice cream, Ele said Kings Cross, referring to the stripper thing again. I said we could just save money and have her do it, and this time she said she and Tracy would do it, looking at Tracy. Tracy played innocent and then said no, but Ele still had a smirk on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Ele just started giggling to herself, and when Eva asked her what was so funny, she said she was just happy to be out, because she hadn't been this happy since work started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, Ele paid for dinner. I was pretty sure I wouldn't have to pay, even though I tried to throw in my $20 only to have it thrown back, but I was always under the impression that everyone would just split it amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva at one stage asked for Michael L's wallet and Michael L asked why because he had no money in it. Tracy said something about them being one entity anyway, and I said they were both on the one balance sheet, but somehow their silent response was anything but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked around the corner to a Honkie dessert place where we had dessert. I noticed another neg from Eva when Michael L's dessert arrived. She said it looked like him - messy and cold. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dessert, Ele again started giggling to herself. Eva put the back of her hand on Ele's foreheard as if to test her temperature, and Ele repeated that she hadn't been this happy since work started this week. I joked that she was just happy that I was leaving, and she went along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda's name was brought up momentarily in a conversation between Ele and Tracy, and then Ele said to me that she didn't invite Linda because she wasn't sure if I liked her or not. I didn't know how to answer, so I stayed silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L was the one who suggested we leave after finishing dessert, even though I kinda wanted the whole thing to linger on, knowing that this might be the last time I see Ele in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele had to buy a phone card, so we went to the convenience store with her across the road. When we finished, we stood outside, deciding how to finish up. Michael L wanted to go home, and I suggested that we walk Ele home and catch a taxi. By 'we' I actually meant Tracy and I, but they took it to mean everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L was sort of like "she lives so close, she can go by herself", so I joked that we should just let her go and feigned walking away, which made Ele playfully plead for us to walk her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started walking her home, and from early on, Eva grabbed a hold of Ele's right arm as they walked together. Tracy was on her left, and I trailed behind with Michael L and his boring conversations. I was kinda quiet, because I had in my mind walking with Ele alone, trying to both savour the moment &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; tell myself to move on because it wasn't worth troubling myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked past the construction part of the Harbour, I noticed she turned around a few times to see what I was doing. It was as if she didn't really want Eva to hold her. At least she had me on my mind. I just pretended to look at the pictures on the plaster boards surrounding the construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy somehow managed to swap with Michael L and she started talking to me, telling me about the time she got rolled for two dollars. I briefly interrupted her as I said I needed to go to the toilet we were about to pass. When I came out, we resumed walking, and headed to a lift that took us up onto the bridge. I was still stuck with her as we walked along the bridge, with her asking me about my move and about Shuing when I mentioned his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived opposite Ele's place, Michael L started looking for a cab and I said we should wait until Ele goes into her house first. Ele hugged Eva goodbye, slapped Michael L hard on the arm, and then turned to me. I had my hands in my pockets, not expecting a hug but ready for it. When it came, we put our arms around eachother and I patted her on the lower back, asking "are you happy I'm leaving?", referring to the line of joke earlier, and she said "not really".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taxi soon came and we all got in. I took the front seat and looked at her and she looked at me, then I looked ahead. We initially decided to drop me off first, but then Michael L said he forgot Tracy had moved so we dropped her off first. The driver missed a turn at her block of apartments, and she told him so. I think he found her to be a bit rude because she didn't say "please". I think a lot of people may think this way of Asian people, but I don't think they intend to be rude, it just comes off that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping her off, the driver did a u-turn and smacked into the curb, and then moments later had to pull over because the front left wheel was making a noise. He pulled a part of the car out and chucked it onto the footpath and then got back into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Michael L if he wanted to be dropped off next, and he was so indecisive, but I could tell he wanted to go home first because earlier he had complained about it being late, so I told the driver, but by then the driver had already started heading in my direction. When it came close to my house I gave Eva $20 but she tried to give it back, so just before I got out I gave it to her without leaving her a chance to give it back. I thanked them for the night and got out of the taxi to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-8132984982940702057?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/8132984982940702057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=8132984982940702057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8132984982940702057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8132984982940702057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/farewell-ele-co.html' title='Farewell - Ele &amp; Co.'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-7594148079575308650</id><published>2009-10-28T12:51:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:11:26.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw 6</title><content type='html'>On Monday I went into the office to check and clear out the secret stuff. I parked in the shopping centre, and after my first load when I went back into the building, that asshole sheriff goes "I thought you finished?", as if to insinuate that I wasn't supposed to be there anymore. I wonder what his problem is. If it's because I increase his workload by walking through the scanners, then that's a pretty flimsy excuse and it also means he's a fucking lazy bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second trip was my last one, and I drove outta that suburb feeling a bit nervous with a secret suitcase in my car. I went home, and then later at night I went to watch Saw 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because it was a Monday night, or maybe it was because of the movie, but it was pretty empty. I was alone in the cinema for a good five minutes chomping on my popcorn before two guys walked in, then two small groups and then two girls. I didn't know that girls were interested in flicks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that I had seen the previous five, I pretty much knew what to expect, and yes, it does get a bit repetitive, but I like the thrill of it. The first trap was by far the worst, I almost couldn't stomach it when the fat guy started cutting parts of himself up. And then the look on that lady's face as she hurriedly cut her arm off was horrifying to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really liked about the movie was the constant theme of appreciation of life. I thought some of the stuff that John Kramer said was pretty thought provoking. And the use of the manager of a life insurer compnay was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had nothing to do so I dressed up with my briefcase and went to court to watch some sev appeals to see how the prosecutor did it. You don't really pay much notice to it until you have to do it. It seems...I wouldn't say easy, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; than it is for the defence. There was a middle aged guy and a young girl there. The guy was ok, but seemed a bit lost as he didn't even realise one of the appellants was a female, calling her a guy, but the young girl was pretty gung-ho. She objected to everything. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Shuing for lunch, and we went to that Pepper Lunch place. Just talked about how he felt like he needed to get away from Sydney so much, talked about Ele and stuff. He reckons Ele is "crazy about me", because she is organising a farewell for me. She apparently asked Michael L to ask Shuing, but Shuing has a wedding thing he has to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I went home, then drove out to the Supa Centre to check out the JB Hi-Fi that had just opened up. I didn't really intend to buy anything, but ended up buying The Astronaut's Wife for $10. It seemed good at the time, but by the time I got home I was wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got changed and headed out to the city to meet Mike and Fat Pat for a farewell dinner. Carter was supposed to come but he had work. Better anyway, cause I'm not that close with him and it would've been a bit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I sat at Macca's waiting for Fat Pat, having a little catch up. I told him my plan was to go up there and work for one to two years, have the surgery and come back, and we could start our team again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Fat Pat arrived, we headed off to the restaurant he had planned for us. I was surprised it was a food court, but maybe it was because I told him I didn't care as long as it was cheap. It was a Japanese ramen place inside the food court, and we all chose the same type of ramen. It had really thick, dense soup, which I didn't like too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit about my job, about Fat Pat going to HK, he said he might come back in May for a visit, and about basketball. Fat Pat and I figured that we had been playing for nine years, and Mike a bit less. Wow. They were part of Enjoy now, and were coming first in the lowest division. I thought at that moment, that that was the moment where I began to fall out of the loop of things. Say if we had met like six months later, we probably would've had a lot less to talk about. I also felt a bit sad that everyone, every team, seems to have moved on, and me and my injured knee is merely a blip in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our meal, Fat Pat suggested a movie. Saw 6 in particular. I told them I had seen it but didn't mind seeing it again. We went to put more time into Fat Pat's car space before going to the cinema to buy a ticket. We had an hour to kill so just checked out the arcade machines place, even though Fat Pat wasn't really into it. They watched me play Stacker as Fat Pat wanted me to win the PS3. I reached the last line but failed (cause it's rigged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Pat came to the conclusion that that was the only game worth playing, as all the others you won worthless stuff. He was probably right, as I watched people drop buckets of tokens into this new Monopoly game. I'm not even sure how it works, but they drop tokens into it in the hope that more will come out. Even if you get more than what you put in, it's still just tokens which can't be converted to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we went to the movie. Mike was a bit freaked out, saying he had never seen it by himself. Because it was designated seating, I sat next to some fat family where the son had his bare feet up on the seat. When the movie started I grabbed Mike's hand to scare him, and he fell for it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was alright the second time around, bits and pieces made more sense. But I came to a firmer conclusion that apart from the first trap, all the rest were pretty weak in terms of gruesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around momentarily after the movie finished, which was what I liked with this group. With others, they get up and leave as soon as the movie finishes. We walked to the outside of the cinema where we talked a bit before saying our goodbyes. It was a bit hard to believe that that might be the last time I'd see Fat Pat, and that this was how our partnership would end. I guess we were just one of those tandems that would never win a championship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-7594148079575308650?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/7594148079575308650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=7594148079575308650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/7594148079575308650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/7594148079575308650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/saw-6.html' title='Saw 6'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-1368332555260240451</id><published>2009-10-28T09:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:30:05.612+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell - John &amp; library guy</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to the gym for the first time in what seems like a very long time. I did abs, weights and the bike, but really tanked it on the bike. I still did the 8km under 30 minutes, but not under the 25 minutes I usually push myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't really had any breakfast, so bought some bread and went home to eat it with a canned chicken and corn soup. It was yum, mmm. Later in the day I drove to Parra to meet up with John and library guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked kinda far away because the shopping centre car park seemed closed, so I walked to the sushi place where we were supposed to meet. I thought we were meeting outside the place, but when I got there I looked inside and saw John. I went inside and was surprised to see that Spawn was also there. They had started eating and John invited me to grab anything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a light chat before it lead to a talk about my case and what I was doing afterwards, which was when I told him about my new job. It was hard to read John, I didn't know if he felt betrayed, disappointed, or happy for me. Spawn had his usual jealous, uncomfortable look about him. In other news, John said something about how if his current relationship went well, we'd be going to his wedding next year. I asked, and it wasn't Jenny. There was some discreet talk about "dessert", meaning whoring, and I was half shocked and half embarassed because Spawn was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does this mean Spawn knows? Does this mean Spawn has DONE IT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on library guy arrived with his brother. I always thought he was joking when he said he had a brother. We ate a bit more before John called for the bill, saying we'd go for dessert (actual dessert). John paid the bill, which was nice of him. I was happy to chip in, but I guess he felt that he and Spawn ate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a cafeteria close by which looked a bit like they were closing, but still had customers inside. We were stopped as soon as we tried to get a table for ourselves, and then a girl led us to one. I thought they had gone the wrong way so I went separate from them, followed by library guy's brother. It was only until I reached the end that was blocked that I realised it was closed for cleaning. The girl walked up to us and said angrily, "can you..." and I apologised and said I didn't know. I understood how she felt, but I was kinda shocked at how rude she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered our coffees and sat around talking. John was insisting that we had to meet up again for a proper farewell, and that it had to be in Newtown, insinuating it had to be whoring. I stayed silent, knowing that I would be a bit busy throughout the week so it was unlikely I'd get to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit about travel, about how John was going to Vietnam later, and library guy was over as well, but they'd probably miss eachother. Everytime people talk about travel I always wonder how much money I would have right now to travel if I hadn't lost it all in gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a loud bang, and then heard one of the waitresses ask another if she was ok. The one who got angry at us said she was ok. I wonder if she was having a bad day and we were just a part of it. Later on another waitress dropped and broke a plate on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it a night at about 8:30, and library guy said his brother was catching a train. I thought about offering him a lift, but he didn't really speak English and I didn't want an awkward ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I got my farewell done with that group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-1368332555260240451?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/1368332555260240451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=1368332555260240451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1368332555260240451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/1368332555260240451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/farewell-john-library-guy.html' title='Farewell - John &amp; library guy'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3386190474921731210</id><published>2009-10-27T15:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:23:49.035+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell with the gang</title><content type='html'>I semi-rushed home after high tea, changed shirts, went to the toilet, then went downstairs to see Malay's car waiting for me. In it were Malay, Thai and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Chinksford where we decided to have pizza at GPK. Scope, G and Brain also met us at Chinksford. Malay walked with me to the ATM, even though they said they were shouting me dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuing came a bit late because he had soccer, but made it just after we had our entrees. I sat in between Malay, who was at the head of the table, and Michelle. I sat opposite Brain and Scope, and was far away from Thai, his wife, and Shuing, so didn't speak to them much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to have everyone around, but I wasn't really used to people doing it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me. I guess I just didn't like to be in the centre of the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Thai and his wife had to go meet some other people, and the rest of us drove in two cars to Shuing's place because he needed a shower. While we were waiting, Michelle and Scope went into his house, Michelle because she wanted to watch tv and Scope because he had a headache. Malay, G, Brain and I stood around our cars talking about cars, lol. It was good to do something blokey like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Shuing finished, we headed out to the city. G managed to find street parking, but because Malay was still pretty new to driving, I could tell he wasn't comfortable with trying to squeeze into a parallel parking spot so he parked at a car park which was pretty expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to that Riviera place for ice cream. I think Michelle didn't want to share the same ice cream as G, so she whispered something to Shuing and got a bowl for herself. Scope managed to upset her as well by just scooping some ice cream into his glass, instead of asking for a bowl, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice cream, we all went to the arcade games place, where Shuing and Malay tried to "shout" me games, but I used my own credit and played a few games. What they did do though was play that huge clock game on the wall to try to win me a Wii, but all they kept getting were dolls for little girls. Shuing won this baby doll which I thought was a bit creepy, and he kept sticking it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided to drive to that late night hotdog place where Shuing shouted everyone a hotdog or pie, and we stood around eating and talking. We managed to finish at like 2-3am, so it was quite a night out. Malay dropped Michelle off at home and she asked me to get out of the car to move to the front, but I knew she wanted a hug so I gave her one. Malay dropped Shuing off next, and then me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3386190474921731210?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3386190474921731210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3386190474921731210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3386190474921731210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3386190474921731210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/farewell-with-gang.html' title='Farewell with the gang'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-8133819978102514784</id><published>2009-10-25T13:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:47:13.267+11:00</updated><title type='text'>High tea</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I washed my car in the morning, started at about 8:30am. My plan was to do that and then go to the gym, but by the time I had finished, I needed some time to find presents for Hayley, Rom Rom and Jennifer, so decided to skip gym. Haven't been to the gym for a while. Before my last ride with G, my knee had been feeling a bit wobbly because I hadn't been on the bike for so long. It has seemed ok for this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out to the city and checked out a Morning Glory store (MGS) on Goulburn St. I found some travel bag tags that I thought were cute and suitable for Rom Rom, and maybe a chocolate mirror for Hayley, but I wasn't really sure what I could get for Jennifer. I thought about those big soft toys, like the toad head, but I wasn't sure if she'd like it or if she had any use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to check out some of the similar stores in market city, considered getting her this rectangular crystal with the thinking man inside but then changed my mind, and then checked out the MGS in Chinatown. Here I found they sold mainly the same stuff, but they had this hand-held fan that looked like a cute cartoon character which I thought might be useful for Jennifer on the beach on a hot day, so I got that for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the first MSG to get the chocolate mirror and the tags, and then decided it was time to walk up to meet Rom Rom. I sat in a food court for a bit peeling all the price tags off, and I'm sure that if I looked like an Aboriginal people would've thought I had stolen the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing that I had a bit of spare time left so I went to a bookstore to check out the book "I, Mick Gatto", read it a bit and thought it was a bit too simple. I had a feeling one of the guys there thought I was there to steal something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was time to meet Rom Rom, so I went to the corner of Myer and waited a bit. After sitting down for a few minutes I saw her. We greeted eachother with a hug and I gave her the present and then we decided to go for a walk inside the store because Jennifer was meeting us later. We kinda just floated around a few levels, not particularly looking at anything, and I could feel my legs getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked out it was time to meet Jennifer, and we found we had received messages from her saying she'd be a bit late. Hayley sent Rom Rom a message saying she'd be a fair bit late. Rom Rom showed me the state theatre across the road while we waited for Jennifer. We then had to walk to another corner to meet her because she was a bit lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no hugs or anything when she arrived, probably because she was on the phone with someone. I gave her the present as we crossed the road. She checked it out and laughed, saying she liked it. She leaned towards me for a kiss and I leaned in, and she kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like in a daze for the next five minutes, lol. I also wondered if there was a lipstick print on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hotel and got a lift up to level 8. The setting was pretty classy, and I suppose this is where the price comes in. I find that women pay more for the setting and mood than the actual food. We found our reserved table and sat down. I sat next to Jennifer and opposite Rom Rom, but it didn't matter much because the chairs were so big there was so much distance between us. Jennifer pointed out the fountain of chocolate and was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a bit before I decided to go get some food, because I hadn't had any breakfast. We all went to check out the food and filled our plates with sandwiches, cakes, pies and other sweets. It was more filling than I thought. I actually didn't eat much, and certainly not my $35 worth. We took some photos just before we started eating. I knew I should've brought my camera, Jennifer and Rom Rom had brought theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley arrived later and didn't eat much either because she had a major hangover. At one point she even went to the bathroom to throw up. That was when we decided to go check out the chocolate fountain. There were fruits and marshmellows around and you could make a kebab stick out of it and stick it into the flowing chocolate, lol, yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some photos, and there was this one of Jennifer and I holding our fruit kebabs near the fountain, sooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now Hayley had returned to the table and there was more talk as we ate our fruits. Jennifer said she was so full after that, lol. Jennifer and I didn't actually talk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much at first, I guess it was probably me. I feel like I need time to warm up before I start getting into the flow of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rom Rom and Hayley started talking amongst themselves, that sorta left Jennifer and I to ourselves. I don't think we really got into much of a conversation, we just talked about how both of us had been interested in joining the police force, I would ask her a bit about France and then think about how boring I just came off, but she also said she wanted to get that little toy that swings from side to side and asked if I could show her where the shop was, so I at least knew there'd be some post-high tea activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought up the topic of her travels, and managed to make everyone laugh when I joked that she should make her own flag and then spike it into the ground of each and every place she has been to, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she looked pretty stunning in her dark blue shirt, and with a jacket on she fitted right in with the settings. I couldn't help but wander off at times in my mind, lost in how beautiful she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and Hayley talked a bit about their previous night, which sounded like they had met some guys at bars, like friends of Hayley or something. Jennifer said she didn't like one guy because he was boring, while Hayley thought he was interesting. I wonder if Jennifer thought I was boring. They also talked about a guy who apparently couldn't get his eyes off Hayley's breasts. This talk about other guys made me wonder if I was even in Jennifer's league. She's so beautiful, smart, and socialble, she must have tonnes of guys after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed till closing time which was about 4:30, and then headed down to the first MGS. On our way we passed that arcade games place so I stopped them by and we went in for a look. I showed them the game where I had won the iPod, but my real intention was to try to win them (read: Jennifer) a toy. I played the one where you could get the soft blue puppy, and I got it on my first go! They were pretty surprised as they watched on. I offered it to Rom Rom at first, then she said no and I offered it to Jennifer, but she said to give it to Rom Rom, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jennifer if she wanted to play and she said she never had any luck with games like that. I had one more go and then we left. They were pretty amazed at the stuff inside the MGS, lol. I find that it can be a very good thing when you start bringing Westerners into the world of Asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wandered around the store, intrigued by all the neat stuff they had. Jennifer especially liked that big grey toy, which was selling for like $300. I always melt when I hear her laugh in joy, and seeing her pat the toy just made me feel so good about having brought them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up buying a small blue toad, and she kept hugging it and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Damnit, I told you to buy that damn toad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it was for her brother, but she also played video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is she perfect for me or what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up carrying quite a few things, all with bags from the store. I joked that if she came to Australia again I would get her that big grey toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the store and Hayley said she was being picked up, so we waited with her at the corner of the street, and the usual hugs and goodbyes happened. I was kinda relieved now that it was just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going to walk with them to the bus stop because Rom Rom suggested checking out some shops in Paddington, and I had to meet up with Malay and the gang for a farewell dinner, but then Rom Rom invited me along and I checked the time and said I could, as long as I finished at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to the bus stop and caught a bus. We sat on the three seater on the side that can be folded up for wheelchair access. Jennifer spent the whole trip texting, while Rom Rom who was in the middle talked to me about toys and stuff, which somehow led to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off a few stops later and crossed the road to an old reservoir which Rom Rom's partner sometimes goes to for photos. I must say, it seemed like a pretty cool place, like a place that would be good to go alone to for some thinking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a few photos, with Jennifer posing with her toad, and at one stage Rom Rom suggested I take one with her. So we stood next to eachother with our toys and posed for a photo. I don't recall whose camera that was with, but as of now it hasn't been posted on fb, waaaaa!!! Some of the other ones have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom Rom's partner arrived later, by which time I had to go anyway. I said goodbyes to them, and the hug with Jennifer was probably the last time I'd see her - ever. She thanked me for taking her to the high tea place, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off, with a mixed feeling of content, disappointment and abandonment. Content, because I left on an un-negative note. I mean, if this was a few years ago, I probably would told her I liked her which would've ruined everything including my reputation at work. I was content not to know whether she liked me or not, because I feared the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed because I knew I wouldn't see her anymore, and also because I knew she'd be returning home to France in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of abandonment because I was walking away, and also because I was leaving Sydney next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat at the bus stop, waiting to meet up with Malay, I looked through some of the photos I had taken of Jennifer with my phone and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to be content with nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-8133819978102514784?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/8133819978102514784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=8133819978102514784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8133819978102514784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/8133819978102514784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-tea.html' title='High tea'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-3861542951781983038</id><published>2009-10-25T11:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:46:46.178+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with GS and DC</title><content type='html'>On Friday I went to the office to do a bit more cleaning up. I have now cleaned up everything except for the secret stuff in the safe. Pretty proud of myself. It took a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back to the city to drop off some stuff for GS, went home, then caught the bus back out to meet GS and DC. I met GS first, and we stayed at the bottom of his office for a while waiting for DC. DC suggested we wait in the bar nearby, and when GS and I went in, we could both tell it wasn't for us, so we went back out to the seats to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later DC turned up, and we all started walking to the restaurant. I had no idea where we were going so I just followed along. DC and GS spent the walk talking mainly about DC's case next week and PL's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the city to a small street filled with lots of restaurants, a place I had never even known about. It had quite a good mood to the whole thing. We walked into the wrong place at first, and then walked next door to the pizza place that GS had wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small restaurant, and the way the tables and chairs were all squashed together made it look even smaller. We got a small table for the three of us, and I was kinda relieved that they didn't bring their partners. I think that figured it would've been awkward for me, both socially and because I didn't have a girl to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both ordered a pizza and I had a pasta. We talked mainly about the case, and DC gave up some pretty juicy "theories" about the case and why some of the clients got hammered so bad by the judge. Kinda makes you think twice about asking for stuff and consequently having secret statements handed up. Also talked a bit about my new job, and GS said I could call him if at anytime I needed help. How nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dessert there as well, and afterwards we split cause GS had to walk back to his office and DC and I caught a cab home. While we were standing around trying to flag one down, we saw this guy who we had seen in court before. I had always thought he was a police pro, but DC said he was the guy who just hung around court all the time doing nothing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi dropped DC off first, and I told him not to worry about the fare, so I paid for it when it dropped me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-3861542951781983038?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/3861542951781983038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=3861542951781983038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3861542951781983038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/3861542951781983038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner-with-gs-and-dc.html' title='Dinner with GS and DC'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-6219153767920231510</id><published>2009-10-23T20:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:21:03.881+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Retreat</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I spent the day packing up stuff in the office, going back and forth from the office to my car. It was a pretty hot day, and I started to get fed up as I did more and more. What was really killing me was loading the car up and seeing it slump down due to the weight. Perhaps it's my paranoia, but I think it hasn't propped back up even after I have taken the things out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I filled up the car I drove down to Michael D's office. It was a lot quicker this time because instead of going through the city I just went straight there. Maybe the Eminem music made it more enjoyable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there at around 3pm and decided to get something to eat as I hadn't had lunch. I also sort of wanted to explore the place, because it was so beautiful, like the images of countryside you see in ads. I couldn't imagine many crimes being committed here. As I walked down the street from where I had parked, it was only a few steps before I noticed the court. I thought Michael D might be in there so I went in to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda an unreal feeling to sit in a small L court again, after this whole case. I saw Michael D at the bar, finishing a matter. As he walked away he saw me and acted surprised. He asked me to watch the next matter because it was interesting, but I think he just wanted to deal with his clients first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the matter, Michael D and I started unloading the stuff from my car and into his office. I was so relieved to see the pressure taken off my car. After that we had a bit of a chat, and then I left. I went to the Macca's that GS and I went to on Monday, and had a peaceful meal with a burger that didn't taste as good as it looked. I think I'll stick to their main menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit annoyed with the drive back, because these little insect like things just started smashing against my windscreen, dirtying and cluttering it. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to give a folder to GS after that, but it was too late, so I held onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drive back would sort of pass the area where John and library guy worked, so I decided to stop by. I drove to their suburb and stopped outside what I thought was library guy's office. It was now a real estate agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No one had told me they moved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to have a closer look, and then remembered there was a pizza place a few shops down from it, but that was gone too. I then looked across and down the street and realised I was in the wrong area, haha, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across his office and saw some guy and girl I had met briefly before. I called him but he didn't answer. I called John and he wasn't answering. I decided to drive to John's office but it was closed when I got there. The place was surrounded by Vietnamese people, but I felt way out of place. I felt like a foreigner, and was a little fearful that some may think I was a cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I drove to work again because there was more stuff to be picked up. I didn't want to pick up as much, so just tried to fill up two boxes for Michael D and one box of stationery for myself. I then drove to the city where I dropped off that folder for GS, and then started looking for some food. I went to the Macca's at Chinksford at first, but the car park was full so I ended up going to the shopping near me. After having Macca's, I went to buy some kitty litter at my mom's request, then sat in my car, waiting to see Saw 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I started wondering whether I should ask Ele out to dinner. I thought about that entry I made telling myself not to, and then thought about how this could be the last chance I'd give her. If she agreed, then great. If not, then you leave it at that, and there's nothing to lose (except your pride and the shift of power back to her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted her asking if she was available to meet up for dinner at 7:30pm that night. A few minutes later, she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goddamn, this ignoring thing really DOES work! You ignore someone for a bit and next time they'll be craving to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered it and she sounded very eager to hear from me. She was with Eva. She told me she was at some tea place in the city, as she had taken the week off work due to stress, and couldn't be seen in the upper part of the city to avoid her colleagues. She asked if I wanted to talk to Eva, and I said I wanted to talk to her (Ele), but she passed the phone onto Eva anyway. We eventually agreed for me to pick them up at Ele's place and then we could go to dinner from there. Ele asked me if I knew where she lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ummm...of course I remember! I've dropped you off before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said yes, she told me the address anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to drop off the kitty litter and then headed to Ele's place. I was kinda late because I was stuck in some heavy traffic. I was expecting them to be standing outside waiting for me, but when I got there they were nowhere to be seen. I called Ele, and after a lengthy ring, she picked up and I told her I was outside. She said something like "I told Eva you would say that!" It suddenly occurred to me that that was why she took so long to answer, because she was saying that to Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out and got into my car. Ele had that familiar strawberry smell about her. It felt a bit odd seeing her again. I had somewhat moved on from my infatuation, having moved onto Jennifer. Ele gave me this little blue soft cuddly toy, saying it was an ugly monster. I joked "are you calling me ugly?" and she corrected herself as she read the label, saying it was a "mini monster". I was glad she finally gave me something and took it as a positive sign, until she told me that Eva had given it to her but she didn't want it. I teased her about giving me rubbish and asked her if she had anymore rubbish she wanted to give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva said that this was the first time she had been in my car. I think she was right. She said we had to go pick up Michael L. I was kinda glad too, because I thought it'd be a bit awkward having dinner with just the two of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive to pick Michael L up, we talked about her situation, about how the doctor said she had high cholestoral due to the food she was eating and the stress from work. Eva would sometimes talk about her own stuff but I was kinda more interested in listening to Ele. I noticed that she didn't have any make up on. She had pockets underneath her eyes - exactly the same look that Bec2 had the day I noticed she wasn't wearing any make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about my case. Apparently they hadn't seen anything about it in the news. I don't think they watch the news much. I gave them the example that Shuing and I started about him picking up a washing machine for Michael L. Ele seemed like she was saying to me that I, or we, shouldn't be expecting fairness in this world. I told her I expected it when someone's life was at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we picked up Michael L (who immediately asked Eva how much she spent on shopping earlier, prompting Ele to tease him by asking me how much I had spent), Ele suggested a Japanese restaurant in the Wick, so I started heading off. As soon as I made a turn, Michael L said "you could've gone straight". Grrrrrrrrr!! Even when I went off the road where the restaurant was located, he questioned me, until I told him that I wanted to park in the shopping centre. I said I didn't want to leave my car outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ele said the strangest thing out of the blue. She said she was telling Eva earlier that I was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where did that come from??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about what I could say but didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking, I noticed that Michael L was not very familiar with the shopping centre there. We made our way to the small restaurant and found a table for the four of us. Michael L seemed more interested in showing off his iPhone than making actual conversation. I knew he was trying to save money, so I went with whatever order he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to find the right moment to tell them about my new job, but it was kinda hard, because Ele and Eva were playing table hockey on the iPhone and then afterwards they were talking about something else. Finally when I found a break, I told them I was changing to the other side. Then I told them where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Ele suggesting we have a farewell, and on two separate occasions stating that we should get a stripper for me, she remained fairly quiet. I wonder what she was thinking. When she mentioned the stripper thing, I was tempted to say "you could be the stripper", but didn't think it'd be appropriate given how Eva and Michael L were there. I remained silent, and it looked like she was trying to figure out why I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bit more talk about my new job, and then we eventually started talking about other things. But I thought I could notice how Ele seemed to be thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was talk about organising a farewell, Ele suggested the Friday before I leave, but I said no, because I thought Shuing and co had something in mind. So then she suggested Thursday, and I said "I'm meeting up with a girl, who helped me...", I was obviously referring to Bush, but didn't know how to phrase it in a way that didn't seem as inappropriate as it was gor government jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It obviously sounded like some sort of date to them, and Ele's response was "that's great!" which seemed a bit odd, and I took it as a slight sign of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to go watch a movie. I said I wanted to watch Saw, but Ele said she wasn't in the mood, so I suggested Couples Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of our meal, this girl walked in and ordered take away. She was very, VERY attractive. I couldn't help but think that I was probably eligible to go for girls like that, who, looks wise, were better than Ele. Was I punching below my weight with Ele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was initially sitting at a table waiting, but when new dine-in customers arrived, she was invited to sit at another table where another guy had been waiting for his take away. I kept picturing how if that was me, I'd be killing myself to come up with something funny to say. I was a little disappointed that the guy didn't try his luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing dinner, we drove to the shopping centre near me. When we initially got into my car, I lowered Ele's windows and asked her if she could do me a big favour, and she pushed out my side mirror. On the drive there I asked Ele about Tracy's birthday, and here's why I think she's more clever than the impression she gives off - she knew why I asked. After saying how they just went to a restaurant and karaoke, she explained to me that the reason I wasn't invited was because she had told Tracy that she didn't think I would have anyone to speak to there because, well, basically they were all fobs. I could understand it from her point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the cinema, I saw Ele close my side mirror and then she said, "I can be trained", lol. We stood around the cinema in an unorganised queue for a few moments before a staff member waved me over. I told her the movie, and she asked "for two?" which I thought was a bit presumptuous, but anyhow, I said yes and waved Ele over. I gave the girl my credit card and when Ele realised what was going on, she tried to give over her card as well but I told her not to. She wanted to put a coke on her card but I asked the girl to put it on my card as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except Michael L went to the bathroom, and when I came out I saw him holding a coke and three straws. I asked him why there were three straws and he said it was so we could share the drink (him and Eva would share one straw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seating was a bit funny. We sat at the bottom front section, and initially from left to right it was Eva, Ele, Michael L and me. I was kinda content, but disappointed. Then Eva complained about not sitting next to Michael L, so Eva and I swapped seats. Part of me wonders whether she knew I liked Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a pretty good reflection of what Shuing had told me - it was kinda like Role Models, a comedy with some life's lessons. Watching it with Ele, and the couple of Michael L and Eva, made me kinda feel that we were two couples. I wonder if Ele felt the same way, or was she thinking about her boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mood for a comedy anyway, so I enjoyed it very much. I couldn't help but think whether Kristen Bell was hotter or that girl from Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I dropped off Michael L and Eva first. That was the plan after all, to pick a location that was closer to their home so I could drop off Ele last, hehe. During that trip alone, Ele must've yawned at least ten times, so much that Eva and I were making fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping them off, Ele and I were silent almost the entire trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dude, you HAVE to tell her that the girl you're meeting (Bush), is married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only until about halfway that she asked about organising a farewell for me. She said we had to because she wouldn't see me for a while, adding that they never saw me much anyway. I said "I want to see you more, but I think you are always busy". She didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me who I wanted, and I said not too many people. She started going donw the list, naming Shuing, Eva, and Michael L. I said no to all of them, and in my mind I was saying "all I want is you". She jokingly added that there wouldn't be any Bobby. So she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at her place, she said goodbye and started getting out. As she did, I said "hey, the girl I'm meeting with, she's married". She just nodded and said "ok" and then said goodbye as she closed the door. As usual, I waited until she walked up the stairs first before I did a u-turn and left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-6219153767920231510?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/6219153767920231510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=6219153767920231510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/6219153767920231510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/6219153767920231510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-retreat.html' title='Couples Retreat'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832080.post-4356386139753854090</id><published>2009-10-21T08:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:14:08.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It just dawned on me...</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting to cross the road to work just then, it just dawned on me that Jennifer had the three things I was looking for in a girl: she was smart, sporty, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832080-4356386139753854090?l=toey3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/feeds/4356386139753854090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832080&amp;postID=4356386139753854090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/4356386139753854090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832080/posts/default/4356386139753854090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toey3.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-just-dawned-on-me.html' title='It just dawned on me...'/><author><name>toey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14086287783157297642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16493255267330085804'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>