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For almost a year and I half I resisted eating the McChemical McCrap that McDonalds pump out, but Saturday afternoon I caved. A semi-hangover sent me into SuperUltraBigMacCraving Mode and I had to have one… with a cheeseburger… half a quarterpounder and fries… Holy crap, even my fat cells now have fat cells…

iPod disaster!

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While I was updating the software on my iPod, I came to this screen. This is the screen your iPod is supposed to display when it gets to a certain stage in the updating process, when it wants to be plugged into the wall socket to flash the software correctly. I have been looking at this screen for approximately six days and wondering if my iPod would ever work again.

Thanks to a broken wall adapter my iPod never completed it’s software update, but today I had the chance to borrow my brothers adapter and it worked perfectly. Thank god I have my iPod back, I have honestly missed having it so much. I don’t think I realized how much my iPod was a part of my life when I had to struggle with a meager 512mb shuffle for 6 days, which as much as I love it, it just doesn’t cut the mustard when I feel like a larger selection.

Are those your lucky shoes?

I think when I put my bike down it was agreed it was pretty unlucky. I jumped the clutch, hit the throttled and in true newb style, I panicked. Sure I’m not an experienced rider by any standards, but that was a lot to do with being very unlucky. Just as if my luck with the bike couldn’t get any worse, yesterday my engine blew up.

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Rob arrives at my house. I say goodbye and put my second phone in my jacket pocket and put on my brand new helmet. It’s freezing cold, but the sun is shining and I leave my visor up to feel the sun on my face for a little bit. We ride and get the other guys and take a nice afternoons ride two a town about 60 kilometers away. A few cokes in the tavern we stop at and enjoy the fire and we begin to head back.

I step over my bike and it starts perfectly, as it always does. I am second to take off and I take all turns until we reach the edge of town effortlessly. I am riding my Aprilia RS125, but I am now following a Honda CBR600, an Aprilia 1999 RSV1000 and an Aprilia 2004 RSV1000-R – all bikes with far more power than my own. I’m not worried at following along a few kilometers back, I am happy to concentrate on myself and my bike.

At the half way point I see the three bikes stopped, but I hardly slow down – they’ll catch up and it’ll be quicker this way. Within a few kilometers they had caught up and we were all riding together. I was sticking to the speed limit and soon came up behind a car going a lot slower. I look in my rear vision mirror and the bike trailing me is far enough behind so I begin to overtake. I slip back one gear and turn the throttle and begin powering past the car, barely revving my engine over 10,000rpm (my engine doesn’t even redline until 12,000). I pass the car without incident and the bike behind me does too, as well as passing me.

No power. Back wheel locked. My bike is sliding all over the road and if the driver following me wasn’t so switched on, I was dead. ‘I will not fall off this bike,’ I say to myself as the power of travelling at 140km/h and suddenly having a locked rear wheel takes me into the onvoming traffic. My bike is calling the shots and I am now standing to try and keep it balanced as it rolls off the side of the ride and comes to a stead stop.

My bike is absolutely ass whipped. I am hoping it will be fixed under warranty, but I just don’t know. It’s sitting in Dave’s shed collecting dust until I can get it to the nearest city to the closest Aprilia authorized representative. Damn bike, wish me luck.


It’s funny how age, size and years of experience change your perception of things. I remember visiting my childhood haunts last year and thinking how small everything looked. The last I saw my first primary school, the “big rocks,” and valleys I used to run through, they just seemed so large and so important. These days, the things that seem important seem very far from the valleys I used to ride my BMX through as a child.

I think one of the biggest changes in perception is the way I view friends now, as opposed to when I was growing up. When you are very young, your friends are any person who you can invite to your birthday party or supplies you with food. Then when you hit the middle years of primary school you befriend anyone who seems fun and plays with the same toys you play with. In later primary and early high school you will hang with people who like the same music and the same girls and later high school it’s just the same girls.

When I got to university, I cemented some of my greatest friendships and it made a difference to my life in so many ways. Michael and Steven were two friends who came from high school with me who I still count (even if Steven doesn’t return the feelings) as terrific friends. I also made some great friendships with some friends from different sports (rugby, soccer, etc) and made even better friends with the guys that I lived on the same floor with. Ryan, who occasionally comments on this journal, still counts as one of the best friends I’ve ever made even though we don’t keep contact as much as I know we’d both like.

My friends from the end of high school, the guys I made friends with from university and the guys I hang out with here are the best I’ve ever made. The friends I spend most every day with, and the ones I don’t see that often alike, are like brothers to me. I am in a very good place in life and everything just seems like it’s on the up-and-up. My only regret at the time that while my professional and social life seems to improve, my creative life is suffering immensly. It’s not secret that I have hardly touched my writing in ages and my photography over at deviantART hasn’t progressed in quite some time. Sometimes I wish I had 30 hours in a day, enough time to do some of everything.

This article took a tangent, but the point is that I am far pickier with my friends now as I was as a child, young or old. I’ve learned to read people and learned how to choose good friends. The last thing I want in my life is a fake friend or people I cannot trust and majority of the friends I have these days are what I used to call “best friends” – friends I could trust with anything and everything. So to all my friends, I hope you know how much you mean to me.

A special mention goes to Kevin; a friend who can fit into no other category than one of the best advice givers and most trustworthy people I have ever met. He has always guided me in the right direction without pushing, he has always given me terrific advice and no one has ever offered an ear as often when it was truly needed.

A special apology goes out to everyone who reads this; it’s late, I’m tired and the entry probably makes very little sense.

All The Gears Turning

Not only have I spent a whole heap of money on protective gear for my bike… Not only have I had the hugest weekend of my life, clubbing with some of my closest friends… Not only have I gotten a new, more secure and higher paying job… Not only… Crap, well that is still a lot right?

My journal entries of late have promised to see me writing more, but it never really eventuates. I think rather than say that, I will just do my best and we’ll see what happens.

Today I went for an interview for a new job. There was nothing wrong with my old job, but the flaws were there. I was working as a casual with no guarantees of hours, I had no paid holidays or sick leave, I had no guarantees at all really. It was really no different than working any other casual job. The job I will be working at now is another sales job, full-time with a much higher pay as well as commission on sales and other benefits. It’s an awesome job with some cool people, so I am lucky to have such an awesome opportunity.

My eyelids are heavy, I am falling asleep, I need to take some time to write and to just be me. Fuck it.