<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:48.191+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Matches</title><subtitle type='html'>Putting The Laughter Back Into Slaughter...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112209628009115613</id><published>2005-07-23T14:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:54:40.100+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, but your brain is leaking</title><content type='html'>FUCKIN! Work is really pissing me off at the moment! Alisons fucked everyones pays and hasnt been taxing them. So everyone owes like 2000 dollars in tax cos of her. Well except me cos i havent been there that long, she didn't do mine either so she took it out of my pay yesterday. 3 weeks of tax in one pay. That fucked me up pretty bad, i cant afford to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to ted and he's just about ready to leave, and if he leaves i gotta to, cos i'm under hit licences and shit. He's pissed off (and i would be too) cos he applied for holidays 2 weeks ago cos he needs to lower his stress levels, and he needs a good stress free break. So he told simon and he was all cool with it. No problems there. Then yesterday (2 weeks after he told simon) alison goes up to ted and says he cant have his holidays, and that he has to have them in the school holidays. And she said that simon wont be able to handle it with just me and him. But ted managed without me and simon for 2 weeks while the paper work for me to start work there was being finalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she told him no holidays, and he told her that he doens't care what she says, if it means, when he goes on holidays, he doesn't have a job to come back to, he'll risk it cos his health is more important. So shes pissed off at that. And shes pissed off cos everyone hates her at the moment. And shes made so many mistakes that she cant catch back up. So shes basically fucked everything! Ted said that he wouldn't be surprised if erin leaves, cos apparently alison is dumping alot of stuff onto her. And if erin leaves the whole business is fucked! Plus shes really nice and a fuckin good worker. So if the company goes under cos of that dumb bitch alison, then we're all out of a job, and i wouldn't mind betting that simon would just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already seen a few times where he's almost done it. She just abuses him so badly and he doens't stand up to her. Man shes a bitch. Its gotten to the point where ted and i avoid going back to the office so we dont have to put up with her shit. She'll try and start a fight for no reason, and i know if she tries to start one with me i'll fuckin give her a fight. I dont care if it costs me my job there. Cos technically i dont work for them, i work for a different company that manages me, and i'm like, rented to them. So if i quit or get fired from there, they'll put me in a different company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been through so many techs at that place its not funny. I think ted said it was 5 in 7 years or something. And they all left cos of her! The last one left cos he didn't feel comfortable working in an office thats doubled as a daycare centre. And i agree with him, those kids are going to get hurt one day there, and it'll be everyones fault but alisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, thats all i can talk about work for now, it just makes me so mad thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... i'm thinking of buying a motorbike to get to and from work. A Kawasaki ZZ-R 250. Cos 250 is the highest cc-age you can have on a learners licence. So that would rock if i could get a motorbike. It would be easier on everyone. Its so cool, look it up if you wanna see one. I have a pic but i'm to lazy to post it. Maybe later. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112209628009115613?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112209628009115613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112209628009115613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112209628009115613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112209628009115613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/excuse-me-but-your-brain-is-leaking.html' title='Excuse me, but your brain is leaking'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112186119850303171</id><published>2005-07-20T22:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:37:43.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>...............................</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112186119850303171?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112186119850303171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112186119850303171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112186119850303171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112186119850303171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...............................'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112150766960248766</id><published>2005-07-16T19:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:24:29.606+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost Sense of Self</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is going on with me?! I feel lost, forgotten, and all that junk. I dont know who i am, why i am. Nothing. Sounds all freaky deaky, but i just dont feel like i am me anymore. I've become something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone, but i guess everyone is alone in one way or another. I've been alone for a long time, but never like this. I miss who i was, how things used to be. I miss my friends, and the one i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats all in the past, and unless i can make a time machine or something, i cant change it. Things are how they are, because thats just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People lie, and people get hurt. People die, and people get hurt. People fall in love, and people get hurt. So the only way not to get hurt is to be alone...? But being alone hurts. So, does that make the meaning of life pain? To get hurt at the end of every road. To experience unbelievable highs, and crippling lows. Thats how life is, and i'm sick of being hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who it is, everyone lies. Even the people you hold dear... and i've learnt that over and over. Theres nothing i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about my heart being broken, or anything like that. Things happen, people make them happen. But the reason i feel so alone and lost, is because of things i've done. Or rather... things i havent done. Things i didn't say, and things i should have said. Dwelling on the past isn't healthy, but thats all i can see. I dont know anything of the future, to be honest i cant see anything beyond tomorrow. But i do know the past, the past and memories are all i have. So thats what i hold on to for grim life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...grim life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112150766960248766?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112150766960248766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112150766960248766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112150766960248766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112150766960248766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost-sense-of-self.html' title='Lost Sense of Self'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112143272823800358</id><published>2005-07-15T22:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:35:28.243+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>Its weird, for someone who doesn't listen to alot of music. I tend to attach memories to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, The Reason by Hoobastank... that will always be a memory that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;So I Need You by 3 doors down reminds me of when i was living with my aunty, i had a caravan in the backyard that was my domain. I had so many friends back then. The best friends i'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things change over time. I guess you can really see who your real friends are after a certain amount of time eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattafoo and Azza are my oldest friends, and i've only known them for about 4 years or someshit. But they're still 2 of the best friends i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of when i was back at the senior college, some hurt and some make me laugh so hard. I loved my time there, i really did. First time i actually liked going to school. Because it didn't feel like school. I've never met so many great people in one place... but then again, at the same time i've never lost so many friends afterwards. I cant really blame anyone but myself really. But i'm glad i still got Mattafoo and Azza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 other friend, a very special friend, who i love more than anything (its a girl you dickwads). So after 20 years of life, it all boils down to 3 friends. All of which live far away from me now. In this town i have no one. People at work, i wouldn't count as friends. They're just people i work with. I'm grateful for the friends i have, i really am. I wouldn't trade them in for the world. Even though its been so long since i've spoken to and seen them, they still rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my friends i say this, You're one of a kind, you're the best people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and i'll always remember the laughin' spot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112143272823800358?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112143272823800358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112143272823800358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112143272823800358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112143272823800358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112141994886258010</id><published>2005-07-15T18:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:04:48.566+09:30</updated><title type='text'>bleh?</title><content type='html'>Oh god this week was hell, got off to a bad start and finished all fucked up and stuff. When i left today everyone was pissed off except ted. Marilyn was being really mean for some reason, she lectured me of keeping the workshop door closed, and not taking to simon in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its just cos we're so busy. I rebuilt a document feeder today, and i mean, fully rebuilt. I replaced basically everything that was worn or old. A few things we didn't have in stock to replace it with, so i found some 2nd hand ones that were pretty ok looking and used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my ipod yesterday, its pretty cool. I used it basically all day today, cos i was in the workshop... well outside anyway. The workshop is packed with crap and simon wont take away and shit. So i just took the machine outside and worked on it. I cleaned up a few, and the chemicals made me pretty sick for the rest of the day. It was fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some dvds yesterday, i've watched them all now, hehe. I'll post a pic of all the stuff i've got, you can see my lappy in it tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums gone away for the weekend, so i'm looking after the puppies. Erin took me home this afternoon cos she lives around here some place. I dunno. I was gunna take a taxi, but marilyn told erin i was staying at mums and she said she'd take me. It was nice of her, but i would have been find with the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to next week, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heres the pic i took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/IMGP1124.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/IMGP1124.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my lappy with all the cool stuff i got myself cos i needed comforting... thats my excuse anyway, and i'm sticking to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm listening to my ipod, i love it. Its so cool. It has games and stuff on it, which is pretty cool. And it's basically been on all day and the battery isn't even half down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting to bed pretty early tonight i think. I'm so drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112141994886258010?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112141994886258010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112141994886258010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112141994886258010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112141994886258010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/bleh.html' title='bleh?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112117244450014556</id><published>2005-07-12T22:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:17:24.506+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Was I fast enough, or did my reputation preceed me?</title><content type='html'>Man... i just worked out, i work 8 to 5 every day, monday to friday. Thats like 50 hours a week or some shit. No wonder i'm so damn tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today wasn't to bad, i didn't go out on calls with ted today. I stayed in the office and started to clean the workshop out. But around 3:30 i started to get head spins and a really bad headache. All that toner and developer got into me and made me pretty sick. So from 3 to 5 pretty much i had to sit there and try not to move my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, work was cool. I got to talk to Marilyn and erin more, they're pretty cool. My walk home was a long slow one cos my my head ache, but by the time i was half way it started to go so i got out my cd player and listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod should arrive tomorrow... and if it doesn't, heads will roll my friends, heads will roll. But it wont matter much, cos i could pick it up on thursday i guess. But my wallets at mums still and she doesn't know where it is. So i cant do shit untill i can go there and get it, but that wont be untill the weekend. Fucking piss me off mate. I'll call her in the morning and get her to bring it over. Cos i get paid tomorrow, and i need food =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i better scoot, i need sleep and all. See yaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112117244450014556?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112117244450014556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112117244450014556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112117244450014556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112117244450014556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/was-i-fast-enough-or-did-my-reputation.html' title='Was I fast enough, or did my reputation preceed me?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112106972708817140</id><published>2005-07-11T17:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:45:27.093+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wellity Wellity Wellity.......</title><content type='html'>Fuck man... work was so shit today. Both Ted and I were pissed off all day. For different reasons ofcourse... but still, it made stuff harder. I didn't even leave the office untill 5:30. Allison was cool enough to give me a lift home. It was 15 degrees outside, so it wouldn't have been a fucking cold walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday mum and i went out and i ordered my iPod, i got a new home phone, and some work clothes... and... Oh Season 1 of Futurama. So i should get my iPod tomorrow or wednesday! YAY!! The dude said that as soon as they get them in, that very day they're sold out. So i had to order one. So on wednesday, i'll have 1450 dollars. And only about 300 of which is for bills and rent. *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod took up 300 and my phone was 100. Its cordless and everything. Its pretty cool. I havent used it yet, no one loves me enough to call *sad*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thursday latenight shopping will be fun for me!! Whooo! I think i'll buy some new casual clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make an appointment for centrelink, so yeah. They want me to look for work... but i have a job... dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta replace my mouse then too. This one i have, everytime i move the cord, or even move the laptop it turns off the mouse and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get a wireless one, hehe. Wiiiiiiireless..... *droool*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112106972708817140?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112106972708817140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112106972708817140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112106972708817140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112106972708817140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/wellity-wellity-wellity.html' title='Wellity Wellity Wellity.......'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112087564175988157</id><published>2005-07-09T11:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:35:08.770+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Some hard choices...</title><content type='html'>I've had to make a few of these over the last week. Some mightn't seem hard to you, but they were to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose what kinda tax i wanted with my pay, i chose high tax so its like forced saving.&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose what to do with the money dad gave me, its not as easy as it seems... trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose whetheri should be friends with someone i've known for almost 5 years. That was the hardest one... i wont go into it.&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose whether or not i will keep this job, thats a no brainer though, but still hard.&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose whether to totally give up WoW. Seems like a no brainer, but i have a level 53 rogue damn it, thats like a full month wasted if i stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things mightn't seem like much to you guys, but they're things in my life at the moment that i seriously needed to sort out. Especially the third one, i spent almost all week trying to decide that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm waiting for mum, shes comming over so i can go shopping. I cant get at the money dad gave me, cos i dont have my key card yet. So mums paying for everything today, and i'll give her the moneys back when i get the card and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna have to buy new clothes, not just work stuff, but normal clothes. I might grab some more cargos and some shirts. Thats really all i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the card comes, i'm gunna grab some accessories for my ipod. I'm still trying to decide whether i want a mini or a 20 gig one. Its a toughie. We'll see how i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini is 350 for the 6 gig one that i want. And the 20 gig is 499. The mini is small, and cheaper. It looks cool, cos of the colours and stuff. BUT the normal 20gig ipod comes with a colour screen, and it can have photos and music on it. So yeah... i'm SO tempted to get the 20gig one. Or i could just go all out and buy the black one... bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week of work went pretty ok i guess... except that little mishap. But we wont talk about that... heh heh. Next week will be busy cos ted is going away the following week for some crap. So we gotta get alot done before he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats basically all i guess... pretty much. Bored, annoyed.. you know the usual stuff. And i swear if i hear this FUCKING song one more time i'm going to commit mass genocide... i'll do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112087564175988157?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112087564175988157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112087564175988157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112087564175988157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112087564175988157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-hard-choices.html' title='Some hard choices...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112072947543941674</id><published>2005-07-08T12:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:14:35.443+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ZOMGWTF!!!HAXXORZ!!11!!one!1!1</title><content type='html'>anyway... works been pretty awesome. Fun and interesting, i'm getting to know everyone pretty well. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work i came home and i had 2 letters. 1 from my dad, and 1 from my nana. They found out my address from my brother, and found out i got a job and stuff. So my nana sent me 50 dollars, and my dad gave me 800. I almost had a heart attack when i saw it. So i'm gunna get the ipod for sure! A greeeen one and i'm thinking a few accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be saving some of it ofcourse. I wont spend it all. But i just want to buy something for myself. And an ipod is what i want. So it'll be a 6gig green ipod mini. OR if i'm feeling really reckless i'll get the U2 edition. Its black and red and looks pretty cool. But that is probably to big, i'll never fill it. I only have 1.7 gig of music, so i'll get some more and try and fill the mini atleast half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll get the mini, and i'll get season 5 of the simpsons on dvd. Or a dvd player.... or both... I dont know, its all really really tempting. We'll see how i go. I'll see if mum can get me the ipod on saturday, and i'll pay her back when my cheque clears. Saturday is the only time i'll get to buy it, or thursday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gunna go, watchin' TV and eating M&amp;amp;Ms and drinkin' mountain dew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112072947543941674?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112072947543941674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112072947543941674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112072947543941674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112072947543941674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/zomgwtfhaxxorz11one11.html' title='ZOMGWTF!!!HAXXORZ!!11!!one!1!1'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112056107125377435</id><published>2005-07-06T13:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:27:51.260+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Save me Jeebus!</title><content type='html'>Ugh... I started work on Monday, its... ah... interesting. My bosses are cool. Simonicon is a nice guy, and mega-allison is an angry, angry lady. But they're pretty cool. The head techie dude, the guy whos teaching me, is really cool. He's like 60 years old and i'll be taking his place when he leaves. So i gotta be trained sorta faster then usual. He really wants to retire. He's damn good at his job, and i mean DAMN good. For an old dude he's like... the god at maintainence, and stuff. I'll never be as good as Ted, seriously that guy knows everything there is to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has some stories... oh yes, many many stories. The only way to get him to shut up is to ask him a work related question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like working there so far. The early starts are a little hard for me, like this morning, i fell back to sleep after my alarm went off. I only woke up cos someone slamed their door in the carpark outside. Lucky. Wearing full business clothes kinda sucks too. And shaving everyday, thats the real killer. I hate shaving so much, but i gotta do it everyday now. I might even have to shave at work too. Cos i get a 5 o'clock shadow around 1ish, and its really noticable against my pale skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid on friday from work, so i've decided to treat myself to some Anime. I'll get it off ebay, i can pay for it, and i really want it. It gives me something to do now that i dont play WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really bored of that game, i think i would have stopped after my first month, but some unpleasent things happened and i seriously wanted to take my mind off of life. Anything was better then what i was thinking about. So WoW took over for a while. Now i have work, i've dropped off WoW and that gaping hole is back. I try to keep my mind on work as much as i can. But its hard when i'm bored shitless listening to ted remember the good old days. I just cant stop thinking sometimes. So i'm trying to fill my head with anime and work. Its all i can do really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play WoW occasionally, but lately i've been playing my sp like i'm some sorta demon or some shit. Seriously, i play it before work, during my lunch hour, after work, during dinner, before bed. I cant stop playing it. Considering i stopped playing for a while. I guess i just missed it. I dont really have much time for games anymore. Well... at the moment i do, cos i dont have my manuals and workbooks yet. But as soon as they arrive, sleeping and work will basically be all i'll do. My weekends will become precious, and if anyone tries to take my weekends away, i'll blugeon them with a... a.. big... stick. A really big stick. Like a stick of monolithic proportions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting atleast 6 hours of sleep a night. But if you count the fact that i wake up all the time from bad dreams and junk, it would be about 3 or maybe 3 and a half. Its really shit at the moment, cos i cant get to sleep. But as soon as i do fall asleep, its almost impossible to wake me up. And its giving me the poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my cd player... so if i dont get anime on friday, i might just grab an ipod. I'll only get a mini or something. Cos i really dont have that much music, and i dont download. Its kinda stupid that i have dsl, but i'll never give up my beautiful highspeed internet. I loves it. Even if i dont have a real use for it. I try to get to newgrounds as much as i can to check out the latest flash cartoons and games. So that eats up a bit of my downloads. The rest is, surprisingly enough WoW movies people have made. I've got about 2 gig worth of machinima. Ranging from Halo, WoW and even lego land. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at mums last weekend to finish up my car. And so i wouldn't be late for my first day on mondee. I was having a sort of freak out sesion sunday night... yeah... it was um... yeah. haha. But it was ok. I got to bed and couldn't sleep... again. So, um, i watched shitloads of anime that i've got on my little beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait untill i get be my pay rise. After i do some tests and stuff, and crap... I get almost double pay to what i'm getting now. Which will rock to the hardest of degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here in lies the question my freaky ready peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New PS2, or an iPod, or Anime... Post your votes in the comments. Or not... either way. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112056107125377435?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112056107125377435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112056107125377435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112056107125377435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112056107125377435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/07/save-me-jeebus.html' title='Save me Jeebus!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-112003107099670319</id><published>2005-06-29T17:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T17:14:31.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>*Es'plodes*</title><content type='html'>I start work on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, freaky shit maaaate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new clothes and stuff for next week. I had to buy new shoes,  cos the ones that i had were hell after the end of the day. So i got better ones. They're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-112003107099670319?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/112003107099670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=112003107099670319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112003107099670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/112003107099670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/esplodes.html' title='*Es&apos;plodes*'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111976715766212027</id><published>2005-06-27T08:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:55:57.666+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Well that was a shamless promotion...</title><content type='html'>Oh god my head hoits! (Hurts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been sleeping muchly lately. My head is hurting far to much to even try. So to pass time i've been watching dvd boxset after dvd boxset. And i've even started writting a short story, although none of you will ever see it, its just there for my amusement untill something else comes along i guess. I even wrote a poem the other night, how fucked up is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see it? I guess i could put it up.... its nothing ultra rhymearific or anything. Its just something that i wrote down when i first couldn't get to sleep. I might even incorperate it into the story i'm writting. OooOooOooOoh... well... ah.. yeah... heres the po-em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Wont Be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont be here in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wont be here at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i will always be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you have to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to say i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to want to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now i can't do either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i can do is give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy-oh-boy aren't i the emo bitch? Anyway, its just something that came out while i was drawing. It has a pic to go with it, but i refuse to post anything on the net that i've drawn anymore after, "The incident".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywho... so yeah, trying to keep busy. I watched the special features of the simpsons boxsets i have. And its pretty damn funny. They have this thing about George Bush Senior and Barbra Bush, and how they were saying shit about the simpsons and stuff. And a thing about how New Orleans chucked a stink cos of that song in Streetcar Named Marge. It was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at mums today, and found some old cd's of mine, so i've been listening to them. And i started work on my car again, by next weekend it should be ready for the last coat of paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, i better cut it off here. Byezors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111976715766212027?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111976715766212027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111976715766212027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111976715766212027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111976715766212027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-that-was-shamless-promotion.html' title='Well that was a shamless promotion...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111892009727550029</id><published>2005-06-17T13:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:38:17.280+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I dont know anymore</title><content type='html'>This are so difficult. So confusing. So frustrating. So... depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate living alone, i'm really sick of being alone all the time. Even if everything goes through with this job, it will still be the same. And at the same time, nothing will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have already changed so much over the past 2 months. Things have made things easier, others made things more harder. Soon i'll be more alone then usual, mum and neils are going to the UK. And i'll be here by myself, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound all emo, and depressing, but its just how it is. I'm sick of this, i'm sick of it all! I dont know what i want. I dont know anymore. Everything hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stressed out, yet theres nothing to be stressing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home. But home isn't there anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111892009727550029?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111892009727550029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111892009727550029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111892009727550029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111892009727550029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I dont know anymore'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111837391930680031</id><published>2005-06-10T12:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:55:19.310+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeeee</title><content type='html'>*does a little dance, makes a little love, gets down tonight, yeah gets down tonight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell i'm a wee bit happy? Well there be good reason my friend. I'm not a motorist. Scary huh? *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gots my licence today which is soooo cool. I look like my brother in it though, and the look on my face is like totally unimpressed =P. So yeah, now i be driving around, and its awesome cos this job requires me to be able to drive, i get the company car. W00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my big brotha called me, hehe i said brotha. Anyway, he called me and we talked for ages about work and stuff. Its cool, cos once i complete my competency i'll be making mo' money then him, bwahahahaha. He's so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing WoW when he called, it was good, cos i was waiting in que for the new battlegrounds. FUCK we won! Hell yes, it fucking rocked mang. I've noticed that the Horde are very organised for a bunch of green monsters and cow people. Alliance shit me, cos they dont take orders, team 1 defend, team 2 attack. But in actuallity half of team 1 is attacking, and the other half is freelancing and trying to solo it. While like me and 2 others from the other team are defending and getting whooped. It just really shit me off. But i'll keep playing, cos its fucking fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited an hour last night in the que, but i had a cool time waiting, dueling people and talking. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gunna go and play some WoW. Might level up a wee bit. Then tonight!! I'm driving to mums place, bwahahahahahaaaa...ahaha...ha.... *cough*...ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111837391930680031?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111837391930680031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111837391930680031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111837391930680031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111837391930680031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeee'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111831101124653973</id><published>2005-06-09T19:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:36:14.026+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Geh WHA?!</title><content type='html'>Yes thats right!... I Matthew "the lay-zee boy" stone has a... wait for it... waaaaait for iiiiit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read correctly.... sorta. I had an interview today, and they want me to come back for work experience to see if i likes it. I dunno if i will or not, but hey! Its going to be cool havings the moneys and stuff...s. No more daytime WoW for me, but the night is young and its still beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing WoW before... the new battlegrounds rock! Granted the 2 times i managed to get in we lost. But that was because we had 2 teams, team 1 defend, team 2 attack the flag. Oh yes, it was capture the flag =D. Anyway, all the people except 3 of team 1 (defense - my team) stayed, and the rest went out and got themselves killed. So we had no backup for the flag, and yeah, it sucked getting wasted by a fellow rogue. I was standing there, all stealthy and stuff, and some orcish rogue comes up and fuckin knocks me out. Stuns me for 45 seconds and runs away while the other 2 guys that were there ran after him. Although they couldn't keep up cos he had speed potions and also rogues have the sprint ability. Talk about suck. But it was still fun, even the 40 minute que was fun, we talked and dueled, and it was pretty awesome. I managed to get a shit load of HKs (honor kills) so next week i should be "Private Kaldorea" bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my learners again today, and i failed by ONE fucking question!! Mother Father!!!!!! But i'm going back tomorrow, hahahah then i shall get it, and i will drive, DRIVE i tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hungry jacks for lunch today, as like comfort food sorta thing, cos i was freaking out about this job, and i picked up a general grievous tubbler cup! Cool eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out about the job so badly, because its not just a job, its basically gunna be my like for the next 4 or more years. Cos its an apprenticeship, i gotta stick with it, and i'm not sure if i wanna be an electronic engeneer for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum thinks i'm being stupid, but i'm taking this seriously. I dont want to leave after a year or whatever, cos they're training me to take over for their head technician. He retires in 4 years... so when i finish my training, i get his job. But thats alot to think about in a few days. Its a lot to digest so to speak. Its alot of pressure to put on me i think. I dunno what i'm going to do, i dont wanna take the job, then decide a year or so later its not what i want, cos i cant leave. I dont wanna leave them high and dry. If i left, they wouldn't have enough time to train someone else. They told me they might train 2 people, i hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go to brisbane for 6 weeks for more intense training sorta. I dunno when, but yeah... This is alot for one day. So i dunno whats gunna happen. Maybe they wont want me after the probation period, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i had someone to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111831101124653973?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111831101124653973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111831101124653973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111831101124653973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111831101124653973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/geh-wha.html' title='Geh WHA?!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111814450662563545</id><published>2005-06-08T14:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:11:46.633+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ugh i hate tuesdays like garfield hates mondays...</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays suck the big ol' fat one. But its ok i guess, gives me time to... um... watch tv... and i might play my cube later on. Or watch red dwarf again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry, i dunno why =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interveiw today to be a business machines techie. I did an engineering test for them, and she said i scored really well, which is good. So she said she'll give me a call tomorrow to have an interview with the guy i might be working with. I really really really hope i get the job. I'ma go insane if i dont have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i get the job how ever, i'll loose valuable WoW time... i know, sad, but fuck you hahaha. Its a damn good game. Kal's level 42 now. And i made a new char, her name is Gabbie. I'll upload a pic in this entry. Shes level 10 or something, a mage. Damn she does good damage for a low level char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Gabs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a few trailers and tv spots for Batman: Begins. It looks pretty good, more dark and less kiddy. It looks pretty damn good, i wanna see it, and maybe also war of the worlds, but i dunno about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111814450662563545?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111814450662563545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111814450662563545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111814450662563545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111814450662563545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/ugh-i-hate-tuesdays-like-garfield.html' title='Ugh i hate tuesdays like garfield hates mondays...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111772793484210063</id><published>2005-06-03T01:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:30:33.493+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My My My...!!</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow i'm going job huntering! Theres a thing at the thing down the thing, and i'm gunna apply for it w00t! Today has been a leisurely day, not much goin' down in the hood so to speak. Just sitting 'round playin WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored so i took my mount to some cliffs... i found one that was over a lake... and jumped off... repeatedly. It was fucking cool... pics you say!? YOU want pics from ME?! Sure, i took a few screenies of the long drop. And trust me, it was loooong. It was awshum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picturrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/RoaringView.jpg"&gt;img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/RoaringView.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a we bit big for the blog, so just click on the link... c'mon... i know you wanna... come on chicken Bwak bwak bwakaar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ps2 is FINALLY working again, after aarons visit. So i've been watching dvds and playing WoW and stuff to that degree of funage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God DAMN nighttime tv sucks the big balls of barry. Dont ask me who barry is... i just heard he's a big fat trucker. 'Nuf said. My msn has been fucked lately, i updated it, and now it wont let me sign in. So if'n you be wantin' to talkify to me, the good 'ol email is the best bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i sound a wee bit hyper is cos i am. I haven't been eating or sleeping much over the past month or so. And my energy levels get drained pretty fast. So i've been drinking cordial alot, and trying not to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping used to be my zone out time, but i cant even do that anymore, sucks eh? Not good people of the internet, nor good at all. Maybe if i got a job it'll be good. I hope i dont fall asleep on the job.... HAHAHA that reminds me of something from WoW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude from my guild and i were hunting for exp and money and the usual stuff you hunt for. And we found a group of cold eye basilisks! So we decided to show them who the new kids in town were, so we attacked like crazy infected monkeys on heat!!! And they kept making us fall asleep from a spell they cast. And every time it happened, we were all like "Ah, sleepin' on the job again!" haha. So yeah... *cough*......*sniff*....... *cricket churps in the background*.... OH! you're still here... um. Thats about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... no no... not important, or even humorous. Ah well, just like ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111772793484210063?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111772793484210063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111772793484210063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111772793484210063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111772793484210063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-my-my.html' title='My My My...!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111764463111852780</id><published>2005-06-02T15:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:20:31.123+09:30</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>Oh man, i've been waiting so long for this! I finally got my mount on WoW! Its a grey stripped saber. I'll upload a pic for ya'll to take a gander! Its so much faster then walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Mount.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Guild master took me into the blasted lands the other day and told me he wants to make me a general AND pay for my mount and for my riding training! So when i hit level 40, he came on almost as soon as it happened, andi told him so he met me in Darnassus (nightelf city) and he gave me 90 gold to pay for everything. God it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i joined that Guild now, its so cool. I've met some pretty awesome people, so its fun to go questing and stuff with them. And when my friend hits 40 me him and our guild master are gunna go PvPing! So thats gunna rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i applied for a technician job today, fixing business machines and stuff. I hope i get it, but i dont think i will cos i dont have my open licence to drive. But i can still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum took taysha to the vets on monday, and they said she had a tumor growing on her eyelid, so the next day they took her into surgery and operated on her eye to remove the tumor. Mum said everything has gone well, and taysha will be ok. I hope she will be, i love tayshie so much. Shes my puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gunna go back to sleep now. So... bye haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111764463111852780?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111764463111852780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111764463111852780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111764463111852780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111764463111852780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13136636.post-111694290781546635</id><published>2005-05-24T23:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:44:08.910+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EDIT - I added pics!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i deleted all my entries from this, basically just deleted the blog and started again. This time i'll be updated more... i think. I doubt it, haha, but you know... So anyway, i've been playing World Of Warcraft alot... and i mean alot, about 8 hours a day since i've not been sick. Haha, sad, no life. But who cares?! I have a game that i can play when ever i like, and i LOVE it! I have 3 characters now, 2 Alliance 1 Horde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first character, is the ever beautiful Kaldorea, i'll post a pic of her later on, aswell with my other two who i'll tell you about in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaldorea (or Kal or Big K as my guildies call me) is a level 35 (at the moment) Nightelf Rogue. Shes pretty dang cool. Shes always gunna be my favourite char, shes my strongest, and most talented. I love using her cos she can shadowmeld (nightelf trait where they can turn invisible, but as soon as they move, they become visible again) but cos shes a rogue, its like an enhanced shadowmeld, called sneek and i can move around, position myself behind someone and either stad them in the back, or garote them or whatever. She packs a punch let me tell you, and with the added advantage of her poisons, shes a force to be reckoned with, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Kaldorea.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next is Modrien, or as i call him, Moddy, haha. He's a dwarven hunter, can tame beasts and have them do the attacking, while he sits back and blasts the shit out of them with his gun. Cool, no? He only has bears at the moment, he's only level 13, so he's not to strong, i've been working on Kal more. But all in all Moddy is pretty cool, and his bears Frank and Nox (frank is an ice claw bear who is white, and Nox is an elder black bear who is... black!) rock. You can only use one pet at a time, but you can keep them in the stables and crap so you can have more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/ModrienandNox.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And last but certainly not least, is my only horde char, Helliah. Shes an undead warlock. And she fucking rocks! I never thought i'd like horde, i tried a tauran (cow people) but they were to slow moving and it was pretty boring. But Helliah rocks mang! She has an imp she can summon and he helps out alot. While Helliah is doing DoT (Damage over Time) he's throwing fireballs at the target, he cant take many hits, but he should really need to as they attack Helliah more. Shes pretty cool, she has two peices of metal bolted to her skull, and they criss-cross over her eyes, so shes kinda blind. But cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Helliah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shes only level 6 at the moment, but soon i'm gunna start using her more and more, same with Moddy. Undead chars are pretty gross... Helliah has no skin or muscle on her legs and you can see her spine and shit. Its pretty cool. Both my Alliance chars are in the same guild, but i only made Helliah yesterday so shes not in one. They're all on the same server though, which is handy and pretty cool. My guild leader started a horde char with me on a different server, it was basically the same set up as Helliah, but i didn't like that server very much, it was to heavily populated. And the lag was so bad even in non congested areas. So yeah, maybe my friends from my guild will start another one as the undead... that'd rock! Its tuesday today, and it kinda sucks on tuesdays cos the servers are down for maintainence, so i've come to hate tuesdays. So you could probably expect to see updates on tuesdays, haha. Anyway, i'll go, i'm starting to get bored, so i'll watch a dvd or something before bed. Catch ya later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Kaldorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Kaldorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/testablewalnut/Kaldorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13136636-111694290781546635?l=playingwithmatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/feeds/111694290781546635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13136636&amp;postID=111694290781546635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111694290781546635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13136636/posts/default/111694290781546635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playingwithmatches.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122824062975019489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
