SO, screw you all. Im listening to "Welcome Home" by Dave Dobbin... A NZ artist. Meg will know who who he is, and appreciate why kiwis worldwide love him..... So suffer Aussies. Suffer for never living in a country as amazing as New Zealand. 


That is all. 

Back to my Bacardi for me.

Peace Out.

So Entertained.

So, Im sitting on my moneymaker, having eaten quite alot, bought with James's money (which Im saving for him, as apparently Im better at that then he is), watching Family Guy in my tracky dacks. I do know how to make a night of it!

After updating last night, I couldnt sleep, and Jono pushed my buttons, which led me to declare the crap over. Not the "I dont think its working" stuff Ive been sprouting the last few days, but a good old "Nup, over it". Anyway, so after that, I couldnt sleep, so drunk some rum (HA!), danced about (like a pirate, of course) and eventually went to bed about 2ish, only to be up again at 6am. I had a crew of new people, which really does shirt me, it causes me much more stress than I like to be involved with... Im well aware I was once new, but hell, i was never THAT shit. Anyway, day over, no hotties on the plane for my first day of singledom, but yeah.

All of a sudden, its winter, and apart from the snuggling with my doona in bed, I dont like it.

Boring day, hey...

So, Ive decided to capitalise on my use of the word "so" to start near every LJ post EVER, by starting every post with a title prefixed by "So". Should be interesting, as Ive already had to change my own rules a few times and do extensive thinking just to come up with that title up there.
So, the relevance of the title? Ive done nothing today, literally nothing. I woke up around midday, sat around in my jimmy jams, spoke quite considerably to Jake, which is something we've not done in a while, then went to James, where he cut my hair (thanks to a wee error last night, after the Spu) and we washed my clothes, as my machine remains broken, and then came home. Really, its too much, and Im run off my feet.

So that brings me back to the washing machine - it still isnt fixed, after carking it mid-cycle (with my sheets in it) over 10 days ago. So I walked up to the real estate agents to ask them to fix it, only to have them tell me they actually have nothing to do with my property, as they only do initial listings or something. When I enquired as to who indeed I should go to, the dizzy blonde was stumped for an answer. So, I then went to the council, where they informed me who pays rates on the place (lack of privacy laws in enjoyable!) and then called the dude. He was a bit dumbfounded to be hearing from me, but was generally nice enough, and promised to have the machine fixed ASAP, of which he hasnt. Longest most irrelevant story ever? I think youll find it was.

I got a message from Jono today, simply saying "I havent forgotten about you, I just still dont know what to do". This interests me, as where "L" words are involved and such, if your put on the spot by the other half, and a week later still dont know what to do, then I put it to you that the problem has been answered for you. He's just not that interested, and I know that, I just wish he now would! haha.

Im getting very excited about coming back to Sydney. Its shaping up to be quite possibly the funnest trip ever!

Anyway, must go dry my smalls. Toodles!

So, regular LJ posts are planned to begin - more for the therapy benefit more than anything, but also for the fact that I aint getting any younger, and a favourite past-time of mine seems to be to read through old journal entries remembering fun times of different sorts.

So for all extensive purpouses, my day today began in the early PM's, following a red-eye from hell involving Dengue Fever, a passenger, and a quarantined aircraft, of which I was in charge of. Not Fun.
So anyway, the bumming commenced, broken only by a volley of phone calls from, and in no particular order, the Aotea Center, the mother of grandness, James, and Daniel. It turns out that the Aotea Center want me badly, for a casual job ushering there in my abundant time off, which I feel should be much fun and laziness. James wanted Spu (a dear friend of ours - pronounced much like "few") and random down time, which was organised. Nan was calling to gloat, in regards to the uncle recently becomming elected a member of state parliment, which has absolutley filled everyone in my family with pride - for the seat he won has been, for 80 odd years, been a very safe Labour party "Dynasty" seat, and he won it in his first state election, as an Independant. I wont go on, but Newcastle has been a very safe Labour seat for ever and a day, and as such, very much gets overlooked, as theyve never really done much to keep the seats, but with all the seats now turning Marginal at the very least, maybe things will get done in the old home town. Dan was simply touching base, and to inform me that he was toasted. Kudos.
So James came around, we walked to Woolworths to get Spu and dinner, then decided we wanted Pizza, then went and got that. As it had been the only thing Id eaten in 36 hours, due to aforementioned red-eye at work, I was blessed with atrocious gas, and went head-to-head with James's regular gas, while sitting around drinking Spumante, generally giggling at all things life related. Ive come to the conclusion that one of my marks of a true friend, is the ability to make me laugh so hard that I hurt, and stonings aside, I can only ever recall Matt (brother), Mitch and now James as being able to do. So Catherine Tate was pilliaged, as was my hair, and now im in bed, completely knackered, getting reading to bunker down for a cold night, as Winter has indeed set in, and only in the last few nights.

So bed it is.

Good Morning Campers, hows the sun shining in your particular neck of the woods?

Rhetorical Question.

So, it has indeed been 17 years since my last post, and i kinda felt a bit bad about it, untill i realised that no other mo-fo had updated in that long either. Now I'm aware Mitch has gotten all up-in-it with myspace, and Jake has deleted his, thanks to some mid-puberty western suburbs trout, but really - what are the rest of yalls excuses?! (Thats more bad grammar than an attempt to be southern american)

I went to Aucklands Christmas in the Park last night (just to clarify, the park was actually Auckland Domain, Mitch got very superior thinking they didnt have a Domain here) and got freaking shitfaced. I went with my new friend Danella, who FYI is a model who used to live in Milan - and here's the haymaker - she's a Lezza! Imagine that! Tom, with a friend, who's a Lezza! You just dont read about things like that do you! We took a very civilised hamper, and 3 bottles of Red, and drunk into the night. It was kind of difficult for me, as i have a rather odd fear, which im going to share - Im absolutley petrified at the thought of having to poo in a porta-potty. So here I was leading up to this thing, desperatley trying to push out a pony, just so there could be no possibilty that id have to do something so terrifying... Turns out I didnt poo anyway, and i was terribly pleased, as they were these real funky ones that had like 12 in a circle, and when you walk into the middle of the circle theres little urinals on the back of them, so all the boys could go piddle without having to set foot in a portaloo! Perfection i tell you...

Anyway, we then made friends with some random emo typ guys from Hamilton, then we bashed up some little Maori boys who were litterally robbing us blind - we were blind, and they were trying to steal our chicken and wine and wallets - in that order. Anyway, so Danella had one in a full on headlock, screaming at him "See you next Tuesday this and that", and i was kicking one... hmm... we were drunk. THEN we walked downtown with the rest of the citys population, with everyone singing "Lean on Me" and "Tubthumping", i almost got arrested, as I was swigging from my red bottle in an alcahol exclusion zone - the damn copper came running up to me, yelling at me like I'd just raped his 4 year old daughter - bit dramatic I thought. We then went to Family, proceeded to coat check our picnic hampers, bags and rugs, requested songs from Fame, and proceeded to take ownership of the club. I woke up this morning with warm and fuzzys over it all (literally, and a fucken hangover to end all hangovers) thinking how superior we were, untill I found bruises on my legs, and having Danella ring to remind me that we both had indeed, fallen A over T down the stairs together. Thats not fame - thats just intoxication, and I know it...

Well, Im bored now. Cant be arsed writing.
Im in the process of negotiating for leave before Chrissy, and if i get it, you can eat my dust as I hightail back to the fatherland. A relax is well in order...

Peace Out Broski's

Ive been listening to the radio, where the DJ's have been covering breaking news in regards to the nasty weather lashing the country. Listening to the 5pm news, i was prompted to cut and paste this link from the radio stations news website...

"Southerly blast creates chaos across the Country

Severe southerly winds have been creating havoc in Wellington, causing flight cancellations and diversions and the cancellation of all Cook Strait ferry crossings.

High seas have also caused problems on roads around Wellington's eastern bays.

By late morning, Air New Zealand had suspended all operations in the capital.

At least two lightning strikes in the central city caused power blackouts, which were also widespread across the outer suburbs and Hutt Valley.

Police warned motorists that roads around Lowry Bay, Point Howard and Eastbourne were getting flooded by waves and could become inaccessible for a period this afternoon.

They advised drivers to also take extreme care on the top of the Rimutaka Hill and Wainuiomata Hill, and along SH2 southbound between Petone and Wellington.

MetService duty forecaster Gerard Bellam said the southerly gales were averaging 75km/h, gusting to 100km/h, with little sign of conditions improving today.

Meanwhile, in Auckland, an unidentified woman dropped her Chai Latte whilst crossing busy Ponsonby Rd, in the city fringe suburb of Ponsonby. Emergency services have been inundated by "111" calls from distraught Ponsonbians who witnessed the incident.

Auckland City Police Superintendant Kevin White was unwilling to comment further untill Police had contacted the womans family."


Its funny, as Ponsonby Rd is my main camping ground....

so, ive said it before, and ill say it again, but the best time to update livejournal, is when one is drunk!

my two NZ bestys have just left, and we've had a smashing night. my two flatmates are leaving me, and im forced to move in by myself, and yeah. as such i hate them... so when i told Daniel that Levi and Cecille were coming over, he was like, smoke out the front... I told him we couldnt, as we werent common, and yeah, slammed a door in his face. So we all opened the windows in the kitchen, and smoked like boons in there. As such, the place smells like Dunhills and Red wine, and of course, i now am wandering around my lounge room looking to pick up, as i need a root. Another one, as it appears.

I cant remember where i was up to, but i am sitting here listening to Mariah Carey Christmas Carols, and that does complete me...

JAKE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!!?

So Im Mad.
And where does one go when one is mad at 6.45am? LiveJournal - thats where.

Rant 1: Crew Control
So, every roster i get rostered a weekend off. Of late, the poor little stressed out chain smokers in there have been fairly fucked about by crew sickness, as such, i had agreed that up untill the October roster, my weekends off would only involve a saturday or sunday, as oppsed to both. So, thats what Im on this weekend - big trip - thursday thru saturday off - sunday 4 day trip. So, at 9pm last night, they call me and BEG me to do a shift this morning, with a 8am sign-on, and eventually, I cancelled all plans for tonite, and agree. So, up at sparrows this morning, had to leave by 7, was nearing fully shaven and dressed at 6.45, when he rings me and tells me the flight has gone to a longhaul crew, but he was desperate for someone for a 1500 flight, so im like, well that tears my nighty, but OK. Then 10 minutes later, he calls and says with my hours I can't do it, cos Id be over hours. My point being - last night i couldnt sleep, had 4 hours sleep, got up, showered yadda yadda, shaved (which i DONT do unless im working) for NO FUCKING REASON. No day off pay, no work allowances, no fucken nothing. And getting 15 minutes notice before sign-on is a fucken croc. I mean, I know how fucken long it takes to rustle up a longhaul crew, especially on a saturday morning! Point - that woulda known ages ago that my flight was canned. It annoys me. I did them a huge favour, and now theyve just fucked me in the arse. And not in the good way.

i was going to rant about a number of other things, such as the effect my exercise and diet change have had on my bowel movements, and Saturday morning television in NZ (they clearly dont do Saturday Morning Disney...). But its pointless. Anyone up at this hour of morning for no reasons is clearly going to be fucked off, so im just going to build my fucking bridge and deal with it!

Speaking of Bridge, does anyone know of any normal North Shore boys? Random!

Ah bless...

Ok, so just quietly, Im pissed. As in the cranky pissed, not the drunk one.
With all the shit going on at work, im getting increasingly annoyed. Shorthaul fell on its arse, as did my attempt to get to Longhaul, so I took the promotion and transfer to Zeal. Meanwhile, London base and Longhaul have opened back up, and people are going in droves. I applied for London base, and got an email yesterday saying "At this stage, there are other applicants that more closely meet the criteria required". I dont know what the criteria is, or what let me down, but can only guess, and IM FUCKEN FUMING.

I honestly didnt expect to get London, but realising who exactley is going is fucken maddening, as theyre fucken drop-kicks.


GUHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

So, Melrose Place is on, Annie Lennox is blaring from the TV, the sun is out, and Ive just ironed my charcole uniform. Life is good.

That is right, I have finally officially been promoted. Im coming to a Sky near you, as an Inflight Service Manager. Im the hottest thing since sliced bread. Really.
My roster leads to the biggest forms of child abuse since Michael Jackson. I have a Rarotonga all-night flight tonite, which are normally hideous, and i always sneak little sucks of oxygen when the ISM isnt watching. SO, now that i am the ISM, really - ill be sitting in the back row attatched permanently to an oxygen bottle. Ill answer call bells with it on.
And you think im lying.
I also have a Sydney overnite next week, so Mitchell/Elle/Matt - be fucken prepared. I also plan on smuggling you on the plane with me...

now, WHO THE FUCK IS MARK?!

Disjointed LJ post? Oui.

Im going to ramble, and Im going to ramble in point form - much more efficent.

1. My phone snapped clear in half yesterday. WTF?! I popped her on a gally bench at work, stepped away, stepped back, and the fucker was broke. Lesson Learnt? - Motorola V3i's may look cute, but they are about as functional as a vagina...

2. I must depart my comfortble home this afternoon, as I am spending 5 days in the nations capital, thats to a shitty work trip. I enjoy working shorthaul as I get to be in my comfortable yet dirty bed everynight, and dont enjoy fucking off downline for such huge expanses of time.

3. When I said nations capital in my last point, i did mean the state capital. HAHA.

4. Also, when I said I had a dirty bed, i didnt mean that i dunno, someone had scatted all through it and i just hadnt gotten around to cleaning it up, I was more making note of the fact that I never have, never do, and never will regularily make my bed...

5. I havent been paid in 4 weeks... You can imagine the joy that this is causing me.

6. Im getting sick I feel, you shoulda seen the colour and size of the creature I blew out of my nose this morning. ewww.....

-End Report-

So, I worked again yesterday with said tongue-thrusting guy, and long story short, slept with him last night. HA.
Theres an old saying, that goes something along the lines of "You don't screw the crew", and its based wholey and soley on the principals of crew gossip. Point being, my penis details are going to be all through work by tomorrow.... But I do enjoy that lol...

Um, where was I going with this?!

Oh yeah, im over him lol...

I'm so fickle.

Once again, a new number, thanks to a passenger with nimble fingers... You really can delete any other numbers you may have for me...

+64 212 330206
Tom @ NZ

So, Hi, I'm bored.
I've been bored ALL day, which was interesting for a few reasons, of which I will list, due to my aforementioned boredom.
1) I dont get bored. I recognise that there is no such thing as being bored, only that people are boring, and i dont consider myself boring.
2) I worked with a guy today, who, a few months ago thrust his tongue down my throat, never to be heard from again - ie, he didnt call me, as opposed to getting lost in the deep recesses of my trachea... ANYWAY, worked with him today, first time ever, both flirting like boons. Turned out there was reason for the non-call and yeah, weird. POINT BEING that everytime I said I was bored, which was quite often today, I think he sort of thought that I wanted to duck into the back lav for a quick blowy or something... eep...

So anyway, on the work front, I officially change uniforms on the 1st of August, as in, officially show every sign of my promotion, which would be from Flight Attendant to Inflight Service Manager. Moving up in the world, arnt we... Perh...
It does however mean, that I get to wear charcoal instead of shist... look em up...
Im quite nervous, as I tend to have huge foot-in-mouth moments in regards to the PA at work. For example, the other day, i acknowledged that i had "made a kerfuffle" (who says that, especially in public), and today, while doing the breakfast menu announcement, I looked at the particular muffin we were serving whilst describing it, and came up with "Both options this morning come served with a tropical fruit salad and a... ...unidentifyable muffin. [dramatic pause] We think its apple & cinnamon"
It turned out to be raspberry and white chocolate. RANDOM TOM.

Right, must away.
I have other places I need to be bored at now!

Love, in little plain, uneventfull, boring buckets.

HA!

So i do know how to entertain myself by leaving obnoxious little comments in my friends journals...

entertaining, non?

So Carlie, you do like to be as subtle as my father obviously was on the night i was conceived...

This post is going to be obnoxiously large, with a great deal of badly sized photo's, which your most probably going to have to scroll across the screen to see in full, but my care factor, unfortunatly, is at an all time low.
Without any further ado, it's with great pleasure that i present...

So i have 5 minutes to update, from the loverlz citz of Zurich, Switzerland+
Im using a european keyboard, and ive given up trying to master is, so forgive me...
We have so far spent 3 nights in London, stazing right on top of one of the places that was bombed, saw big ben, tower bridge, picadillz cirus, all the londony things, before getting on a train to paris, where we spent 2 nights. Climbed the Eiffel tower BY STAIR just because we were too cheap to pay the extra €7 to use the lift... anyzaz, we've come bz train thru the swiss alöps to Zurich, and tonite we train off to Austria, before heading off again to Prague...

disjointed post i know - but bite me - i'm in europe AND YOUR NOT+++


Love, in -many-fucking-confusing-languages- :S

dear thomas.

im in your journal.

your in london.

lol. i know its what you like.



so much love!!!
eat big ben. xo

Well Me & Cec have just finished the standard after-work drinks session, proceeding to get pissed just for the absolute fun of it... Bitching, smoking, lighting of fires, baygon, rarking Daniel and his trade, yadda yadda...


Sigh...

Bless...