this blog post is going to double as one of my nicofriendsassociatesspam emails
or looking at it from a different angle
this email is going to double as a post for the internet's most popular* destination http://nickelass.blogpost.com
so i guess either way it really depends where you read this first. either way this is a risk because i do talk candidly about my sections of my personal life in one or the other but now the two world shall meet. oh the hum(bug)anity.
(insert playschool voice) now children, todays theme is moving on.
so it's my last week in korea and in someways i'm sad to see this crazy thing come to an end. then again i'm happy to begin a new tangent of life. so i move from very small to pretty big. from above a dentist with no natural light to open plan water views with *shock* natural light. from a lack of management and procedure that is respected or followed, to a potentially ridged functional machine. from being my own boss, to being someones bug bitach. i'm not thinking about it too much, just going with the flow. lets see what happens.
my lemon, myrtle the mofo turtle seems to be working. enough to be redeemed from an immediate sale when the time in right :)
FAL (fat arrse lewis), the car dash cow who moo's upon a squeeze, has decided to take a vow of silence. squeeze him all you want, no moo for you! i'm yet to resolve why FAL has taken the vow, i mean FAL certainly is not talking about it. i suspect it could be combination of things. the fact i crashed his faviourite car whilst he wasn't wearing a moo belt. could it be the crappy replacement car i got him. prehaps it was the introduction of our cat puddles (aka notorious pud) into my life. then again it could just be that FAL has become a buddhist.
this weekend i'm off to wakefield park to have a belt around the track. no, not in myrtle the tutle. should be interesting.
i've taken up indoor rock climbing in a vialed attempt to have regular exercise whilst at the same time actively concurring any fear of heights i have. it's working out ok. going to a rock climbing center during the week is a bit like going to a anthropology club social at uni... with more sweating on my part. Aussie men and women mixing kaki with 1990's hanky headbands, random eastern european chicks that are hot from below but could totally crack your body in half, the hippy climber who climbs barefoot because shoes oppress your soul.... and so on. there there is me, sweating like a pig, swearing at myself to keep on going. fair to say i do not fit in. so proud.
this whole living out of home thing is ok. i've taken a paycut in this new position so i can kiss saving goodbye but in the long term it might be worth it. trying to say outside my comfort zone with something new to do. i keep telling myself that it's all off the shelf... but you cannot help but feel ordinary. living with limits i guess. something holding me back at times. i have to stay moving otherwise i'll pause for too long in the past.
plant boi phoned me with 'i'm engaged' as a convo starter. took me by surprise. don't get me wrong, really happy for them but that kinda stuff is not in my radar at the moment. i have yet to become confident in the world to the level i feel i can begin to start that chapter of my life, yet things are moving faster then i expected. i think moving out has helped. i'm certainly in a different position emotionally then where i have been. it's all growth i guess.
a few of my friends have managed to fall for people who live on the other side of this green and blue spec. suckers. aw well... you don't get to choose who you fall for, you do get to decided what to do about it but, and that is where the fun starts really :)
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9th Dec
Ok not having a computer at home is a killer. so i've had my first week at work. one xmas party down and i'm getting to know people. my job is sooooo big and fast. going to be interesting. the great thing about starting a new job around this time is that everyone gets pissed and acts the fool at parties and i'm just sitting their like a spung listening and making notes. golden my friends. ok i did make an arse of myself at one stage by boob grazing a collegue but it was a total accident and i did apologize to her. she laughed. so all good.
konichiwa bitches
nicoass
*rating based on non scientific data, otherwise known as nicoass's imaginations
or looking at it from a different angle
this email is going to double as a post for the internet's most popular* destination http://nickelass.blogpost.com
so i guess either way it really depends where you read this first. either way this is a risk because i do talk candidly about my sections of my personal life in one or the other but now the two world shall meet. oh the hum(bug)anity.
so it's my last week in korea and in someways i'm sad to see this crazy thing come to an end. then again i'm happy to begin a new tangent of life. so i move from very small to pretty big. from above a dentist with no natural light to open plan water views with *shock* natural light. from a lack of management and procedure that is respected or followed, to a potentially ridged functional machine. from being my own boss, to being someones bug bitach. i'm not thinking about it too much, just going with the flow. lets see what happens.
my lemon, myrtle the mofo turtle seems to be working. enough to be redeemed from an immediate sale when the time in right :)
FAL (fat arrse lewis), the car dash cow who moo's upon a squeeze, has decided to take a vow of silence. squeeze him all you want, no moo for you! i'm yet to resolve why FAL has taken the vow, i mean FAL certainly is not talking about it. i suspect it could be combination of things. the fact i crashed his faviourite car whilst he wasn't wearing a moo belt. could it be the crappy replacement car i got him. prehaps it was the introduction of our cat puddles (aka notorious pud) into my life. then again it could just be that FAL has become a buddhist.
this weekend i'm off to wakefield park to have a belt around the track. no, not in myrtle the tutle. should be interesting.
i've taken up indoor rock climbing in a vialed attempt to have regular exercise whilst at the same time actively concurring any fear of heights i have. it's working out ok. going to a rock climbing center during the week is a bit like going to a anthropology club social at uni... with more sweating on my part. Aussie men and women mixing kaki with 1990's hanky headbands, random eastern european chicks that are hot from below but could totally crack your body in half, the hippy climber who climbs barefoot because shoes oppress your soul.... and so on. there there is me, sweating like a pig, swearing at myself to keep on going. fair to say i do not fit in. so proud.
this whole living out of home thing is ok. i've taken a paycut in this new position so i can kiss saving goodbye but in the long term it might be worth it. trying to say outside my comfort zone with something new to do. i keep telling myself that it's all off the shelf... but you cannot help but feel ordinary. living with limits i guess. something holding me back at times. i have to stay moving otherwise i'll pause for too long in the past.
plant boi phoned me with 'i'm engaged' as a convo starter. took me by surprise. don't get me wrong, really happy for them but that kinda stuff is not in my radar at the moment. i have yet to become confident in the world to the level i feel i can begin to start that chapter of my life, yet things are moving faster then i expected. i think moving out has helped. i'm certainly in a different position emotionally then where i have been. it's all growth i guess.
a few of my friends have managed to fall for people who live on the other side of this green and blue spec. suckers. aw well... you don't get to choose who you fall for, you do get to decided what to do about it but, and that is where the fun starts really :)
-------
9th Dec
Ok not having a computer at home is a killer. so i've had my first week at work. one xmas party down and i'm getting to know people. my job is sooooo big and fast. going to be interesting. the great thing about starting a new job around this time is that everyone gets pissed and acts the fool at parties and i'm just sitting their like a spung listening and making notes. golden my friends. ok i did make an arse of myself at one stage by boob grazing a collegue but it was a total accident and i did apologize to her. she laughed. so all good.
konichiwa bitches
nicoass
*rating based on non scientific data, otherwise known as nicoass's imaginations
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