<?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-11727762</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:14.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:'.:One Perfect Day:'.:</title><subtitle type='html'>It might be Ugly, But it works</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112807437151339279</id><published>2005-09-30T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:59:31.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for 50</title><content type='html'>It just so happens that the week safeway bring out 2 bottles of alcohol for $50, i actually have the money to buy them. So i got a bottle of smirnoff...Ace! Its a good thing im an easy drunk cos the bottle will last prolly over a month. Last night, being thursday, was time to go out. I dont usually go out thursdays because i have to work in the morning, but last night i really couldnt care less. So i rocks up at steves about 7:30, to find that i had alot of catching up to do. I caught up pretty quick and before i knew it i was playing singstar...yes, iv lowered my standards a fair bit. I got beaten by Kate about 6 times and by steves bro about 10 times, so quite clearly my time was up. Anyway, we decided to go to the pub but left it way too late and we all ended up standing in a line that moved a foot an hour. Meh, what can you do. We really acomplished nothing at all. Everyone is working tonite, and im working tomoro so nothing is planned. Tomoro night though, im heading up to Narre Warren to visit me old mayte leon who i havent caught up with in about 3 months. Because he lives about 1km from the club Blitz, we is gonna head over there after a decent amount of pre drinks a his and his missus place. Should be good fun, might make an effort to pick up, but my opinion my change once i start drinking, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored so ill leave you with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aussie Words and the meanings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot (of Beer): Your best mate&lt;br /&gt;Wife beater: Your 'going out' apparel&lt;br /&gt;You Ripper: Thats really good&lt;br /&gt;Sausage short of a barby: Intellectually inadequate, in nice terms&lt;br /&gt;Dum Dum: Intellectually inadequate, but in nicer terms again&lt;br /&gt;You F*****G nong: You fool/idiot&lt;br /&gt;Back of bourke: Middle of no where&lt;br /&gt;Come a guster: Make a bad mistake&lt;br /&gt;Pigs arse: I dont agree with you&lt;br /&gt;Fair Dinkum: True?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Refo's: I dont particuarly like forigners&lt;br /&gt;That's Off its Apple strudel: Unimaginalely exciting and fascinating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112807437151339279?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112807437151339279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112807437151339279' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112807437151339279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112807437151339279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-for-50.html' title='2 for 50'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112755797468497158</id><published>2005-09-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:32:54.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory...</title><content type='html'>Well, this week is really a week i could have lived without. I had tafe all week, pulling down that motor, which i got back together and it actually started. But still, all the theory i had to do was not something that i'd want to do again. And then thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the worst day that iv had in a while. I left for tafe on thusday and part way through the day i got a call from mum. She told me that she had Kellie (our dog) put down. I didnt know what to say. I didnt know whether to  run out of the workshop and cry, or to put on an act, and carry out my day. I put on the act. I got home, gave mum a hug and just cried, im still crying while writing this, i cant stop. Even though kellie was sick, and we knew in the back of our minds that it could come to this, i didnt expect it so soon. I still expect her to come and greet me at the door when i get home from work, to bark when the door bell rings. Its almost strange not having to expect these things when you've lived with it for so long. Mum decided to bury her outside, where she can still be near us, and where we can still be near her. She had a good life though, i told mum. We did all we could for her, its not as if we didnt try. It just wasnt fair on her, to keep having to go to the vet, and keep recovering, then suffering. It takes a strong person to make such a hard decision, and it was the right one. Ultimately, we are all in agreeance that we have no more pets. It just puts enormous strain on you, and your emotions when you are faced with something like this. The thought of not being able to give her a big hug, leaves a huge lump in my throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quote from me:&lt;/strong&gt; No one is ever forgotten if there is always someone there to remember them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Kellie:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep well 'bubba', i miss you soo much xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still crying.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112755797468497158?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112755797468497158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112755797468497158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112755797468497158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112755797468497158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-memory.html' title='In Memory...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-112721429651642703</id><published>2005-09-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:04:56.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, bloody monday!</title><content type='html'>Liss, i didnt actually think you still read this? Well obviously you must cos you asked me why i said sorry. Im pretty sure it was when shannan found out that i said i think she's hot. I was talking to shaz and said something like "damn you", directed towards you, and you got angry. So i said the next day that i was sorry cos i thought you were still angry. Pretty sure thats what it was about anwway. Miss you too xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to it. What a load of crap international pirate day is. Apart from the fact that no one even talks like a pirate, its a stupid idea anyway! However...it is a really good excuse to go out and have $10 chicken parmas and 2 pots of beer! Good parma! And a really good excuse to drink more than you'd like to lol. I think monday night was the most eventful monday night i'v ever had. It's a good thing i have tafe this week otherwise i would have been and hour and a half late for work this morning. I couldnt afford to slack off at tafe anyway. I started a new subject on monday morning, i have to fully dismantle a motor, measure everything, then put it back together and make sure it works. Sounds easy? hell no! I started monday, and im still measuring parts. i only get 3 days to do it in. Should have it back together tomoro, late tomoro i'd say. Monday night i was talking to shannan, the shaz that i know, i have to say that im a bit relieved that she likes her present. As guys will tell you, its hard to buy stuff, especially jewelerry for a girl. i forgot to ask her about the picutre of me and her i sent. For those who didnt know, i sent her an old pic of us two, of way back in 1990, we were on our way to a banana's and pyjamas concert, We had matching jumpers, jeans and even shoes on...cmon, iv known her since i was like born so i have an excuse. Believe it or not, she used to beat me up back in the day lol haha, i got her back though before she left for singapore...on that note im leaving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112721429651642703?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112721429651642703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112721429651642703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112721429651642703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112721429651642703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/monday-bloody-monday.html' title='Monday, bloody monday!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112695008427381220</id><published>2005-09-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:41:24.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home grown</title><content type='html'>Well its saturday night and a really should be out, doing stuff, but, i cant be F***** cos there is nothing 'good', good meaning that there is nothing worth getting off my ass for. This is where im at a disadvantage due to the lack of girlfriendness. My fault though, i think im waiting for some very good looking young woman to come up and say "hey your hot, lets go out sometime"...not gonna happen. The fact is that if you ever want good things to happen, then you have to put in the effort, and you will be rewarded. Im lacking effort. Its been said before in previous posts that i can sit there half a night and look at a really beautiful girl with a smile that makes you melt (eww soppiness), but never actually do anything about it. Stupid shyness. It's still there even when im drinking. God dammit, ima gonna go work on my car for a bit! Wait no im not, its raining too heavy and i aint going out there in a wifebeater! Well maybe i will a bit later. No, ima gonna go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my sister is having fun in singapore at shannan's birthday, while im here in shitass australia! &lt;strong&gt;Thought for the moment&lt;/strong&gt;: Cant wait to finish my apprenticeship, then i can leave australia and travel. imagine waking up everyday and not knowing what your day holds! Would be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112695008427381220?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112695008427381220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112695008427381220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112695008427381220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112695008427381220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/home-grown.html' title='Home grown'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112634590389411993</id><published>2005-09-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:51:43.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare opportunity</title><content type='html'>Its qutie rare that dad forgets to turn off the computer, so when the opportuity arises that he actually forgets to switch it off, i jumped at it. So caught up in the fact that they are going to the pub, he forgot. So i dropped both the olds at the pub, and potted back home to waste my night on the net. Not really, im gonna get out the dance mat a bit later on, perhaps when i finish this blog, and try to get past the dredded 'level 7' that im stuck on. Unfortunately, without breaking myself, i cant jump around as fast as the moves come up on screen. So in the meantime, i'll wait till someone comes on msn, maybe melissa will be on soon as she usually is, and we'll have a good chat; haven't had one in a while. I dont know about anyone else, but i love to sit down and have a good yarn to someone, as sean adn erin would know. I often trap them into talking for hours.&lt;br /&gt;I've said in a few posts that i have and unusual amount of money sitting around. Most of the time after i get paid, money goes faster than you can say "matt damon"! Think about it, i pay $70 for my car loan, around $70 petrol, $40 for my tool account. Thats alot of expenditure for each week, and for some reason, by the time it gets back to monday, monday being my pay day, i still have well over $100 left in my bank, so money keeps building up. Apart from the weeks that insurance comes out, thats a killer. So i'v decided that the money that is left over on a monday morning, i will transfer over to my awardsaver account, to prevent me from spending it on shit. It probably helps that i really cut down on my going out aswel. Anyway, off to play dancemat by myself...so no-one can give me shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Week: There are acres of diamonds in the problem you have before you right now.                                                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112634590389411993?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112634590389411993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112634590389411993' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112634590389411993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112634590389411993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/rare-opportunity.html' title='Rare opportunity'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112574001826167424</id><published>2005-09-03T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:33:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert title here</title><content type='html'>I found this while poking around on the net, thought it was a bit interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driving along in your car on a wild,    stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for the bus:&lt;br /&gt;1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;2. An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there couldonly be one passenger in your car?                      &lt;br /&gt;                                        Think before you continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ..........................This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of ajob application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first; Or, you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble comingup with his answer. He simply answered: "I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital.  I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell,  I'm bored, but it makes sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112574001826167424?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112574001826167424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112574001826167424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112574001826167424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112574001826167424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert title here'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-112557011822916515</id><published>2005-09-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:21:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Its been a while between posts, due to the fact that someone in the house downloaded an obcenely large amount of crap and went over the download limit. So, in turn, dad isnt letting us on, accept for now, because he isnt home and doesnt know that i know the password. Lets keep the on the low down ok! I have news. I gave up on my glasses the other day when i sat on them for the 90th time. Soo off the the optometrist i went to get me some contact lenses. $87 and 30 mins later i was poking myself in the eye struggling to get them in. But persistance payed off, they are great, i can actually wear sunglasses now, and they dont get stuck in cars when im shoulder deep under the bonnet of a ford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to a wild party the other night with sean. One of his mates was turning 18 so i reluctantly went with sean, missing out on kates birthday and the clubs they were off too. But, all was not lost. The party was pretty good despite my first impressions. The amount of alcohol that i consumed probably helped a fair bit. The only downside of the party bein that there wsa alot, and i mean alot of 14 year old teenie boppers that were totally wasted on booze and messed up on drugs. At last count, when i was sober for a short period, there was around 5 girls passed out wasted, a F*****G disgrace i think. Anyway my drinking continued and i eventually spewed, dont know whether it was the food, or the drinks i mixed. But on a big upside, there was lots of good lookers there, one particularly took my fancy. Goes by the name of Amelia. She looked really nice, was really polite and wasnt pissed of her nut. Just one of those really nice looking girls that you dont see very often, the conservative ones that doesnt look slutty. I was too wasted to do anything about it though!  So im on the lookout for a really nice/ conservative girl, one that i actually have a chance with. Well... at least i know what i want now. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have to go, i have a guy coming round to look at my VK, hopefully, he will buy it and i can get rid of it and all the spare parts i have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**advice to younger viewers: wait till your 18 to get pissed, then you have something to look foward too**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112557011822916515?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112557011822916515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112557011822916515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112557011822916515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112557011822916515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112341667197712594</id><published>2005-08-07T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T05:11:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Its great when you can wake up on the weekend, and think, I have no idea what im going to do today! Its even better when it’s a really nice day, but this weekend I didn’t have that luxury. Some cases it can be boring, but I reckon organization sucks and spontaneity rocks! That might explain why I’m so unorganised. Anyway, you cant be spontaneous when you have to work on Saturdays, so it kinda messes with the weekend hype, I mean the “oh yeah great, I have to work”  attitude gets to me a bit. But since I don’t get payed overtime on Saturdays, I’m sure you’ll understand. I payed the $933.45 that I owed Vic roads for the registration of the new car this week. Afterwards, it hit me that the extra $400 stamp duty or some sort of tax, was going to be used for my well earned holiday to a place that is yet to be unknown. So I’m back to square one, I have all of $380 saved for a holiday. But, its better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was a complete waste of valuable sleep in time again. We ran out of work at 10:30, when we finish at 12. So sholto, one of the boys I work with, and I, decided to give the old girls a once over (our cars a wash). It soon turned into a wet t-shirt contest when he thought it would be a great idea to drench me with the pressure washer. I was wet through 3 layers of clothing, and water getting forced at you that fast isn’t really that nice let alone good for your eyes! I stayed clocked on at work till 12 so I would get payed, even though I hadn’t touched a car other than mine since 10:30. I took the scenic route home due to the random idiot that decided to run off the road and cause a backlog of traffic. Since petrol was $1.18 a litre, I refused to put more than $15 in the car, which is ok because the trip computer tells me how many k’s till I come to a grinding halt. Saturday night I was a taxi, transporting chantelle and her friends around to parties. Sean was along for the ride so it wasn’t all bad I suppose. He and erin joined me for a yarn and a spa later on. Actually it’s the first yarn I’ve had with sean since he came back from QLD.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sean, I hope your neighbours didn’t go sick at you for the little stunt I pulled in your street! It’s all good fun mayte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week:   If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112341667197712594?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112341667197712594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112341667197712594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112341667197712594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112341667197712594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-112220605673818611</id><published>2005-07-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:54:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh, what to write about.....?</title><content type='html'>I made a discovery the other day! Tax returns are really boring, i just finished mine on the internet and sent it off! Woo-hoo, $1200 tax back for me!!! Too bad i have to pay rego. And the other half...going towards a holiday, a well earned one i think. I don't know where to go, maybe a cruise, but then i have to find someone to go with, someone that wont back out and leave me hanging. Speaking of holidays, im at Tafe all this week so its a bit of a holiday for a week, just less stressfull than work. Anyway about my week. The fact that the mighty Calais (my car for the people that didnt know) was making noises all week, that really sounded like death noises, gave me the S and G's (shits and giggles) so me decided to rip the motor apart once again and replace the lifters that i thought was the correct diagnosis of the 'death noises'...how wrong i was! 5 hours of work, and the noise is stil there! Am i pissed off?? No, not really. As i said in my last post, im an optimist. Look at it this way, i have 4 new lifters that i know that arent faulty, and i fixed and oil leak at the same time, so my 5 hours of saturday leisure time wasn't wasted, as such, plus i got to enjoy the wonderful company of big sean! Then both sean and me both copped a message from Amy, some shit about a Singstar pop party at her house. Funny thing tht both sean and I turned around at the same time and said, "Ha bullshit", but he ended up going anyway. It's bad enough that chantelle tries to sing! But anywayz, i got home, and i did think, fuck it, i had enough of cars today. Later i conned sean into coming to the movies, instead of getting drunk. So off we went to frankston to see Mr and Mrs Smith, which was really good! Im becoming a movie bandit! I think The Island comes out this week so im gonna con more people into coming to see that with me, otherwise ill go by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke: What's red and looks like a bucket......................A red bucket&lt;br /&gt;Joke 2: What's blue and looks like a bucket....................A red bucket in disguise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112220605673818611?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112220605673818611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112220605673818611' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112220605673818611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112220605673818611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/07/meh-what-to-write-about.html' title='Meh, what to write about.....?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-112156586950398038</id><published>2005-07-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:04:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Think...</title><content type='html'>Lately, i'v had alot of time to sit down and think, about me, about what im going to do once i finish my apprenticeship. It may seem like its along way off, not this december but next, ill be qualified. It's really not a long way off when you have no idea what to do next. It's not that i hate my job, because i don't, i just cant see myself doing it in 10 years time or whatever. So, what do i do? I have absolutely no idea! All my studies went towards being a mechanic, i have a Certificate 2 in Automotive Engineering, and i dont know what that actaully gets me! So i guess im afraid, in however many years time, ill really hate my job and just wanna get out, and ill be back to square one. I'll let you all in on a secret, before i started my apprenticeship, i wanted to do a Computer course, but never got around to it, mainly because my parents told me not to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i really want to do most, is leave! I'v been saying this for years, i just want to go, get out of Australia and maybe get a job overseas somewhere. Im sure japan or somewhere near there has room for a mechanic, especially with the amount of cars they got going around. But at this point in time, whos knows what ill do. It's just one of those things that plays in your mind, i just don't want to dissapoint anyone or become a failure, walking around saying "well, many years back i used to be a mechanic, and i gave it up, and now im 40, i live in a trailer park by myself and have no friends. It will probably never happen but its something that everyone thinks about at one stage or another, prolly not as severe though! I can see the single part hapenning because im hopeless a picking up women, im to shy to ask as most people that know me will see lol.  Maybe its also the fact that a qualified mechanic get paid less then a full time worker at the reject shop. When i do end up getting married and having kids, only 2 though, i dont want to have to struggle to find money and pay bills and stuff. Ok this post is starting to sound really gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Can you tell im having a really bad day??? Im gonna go out and spend some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this Liss,  sorry about last night xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112156586950398038?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112156586950398038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112156586950398038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112156586950398038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112156586950398038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-to-think.html' title='A Time to Think...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-112130535316765462</id><published>2005-07-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:42:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its time for an update</title><content type='html'>Well a lot has happened since my last blog over a month ago. I quit Nissan, mainly because my boss is a fucking red nut fanta pants fucktard who is 39 and still lives at home with his mum. And that Nissan was just a shithole place to work. Anyway I left there with my $1000 of holiday money that’s was owing to me, in my back pocket (it was a cheque) and went to work a Ford in crannie. Just think about this, I get to work and drive on brand spankin XR8’s and XR6 turbos most of the day, and fang them around the block on test drives! Is there anything better? Well, maybe a 4 sum with Kirsten Dunst, Mischa Barton and Julia Stiles, but that a story for another day. I also decided that I needed to upgrade my mode of transport, so I bought a new scooter…just kidding, I did actually buy a car. I handed over my money to some shifty looking bloke who sold the VP Clubsport to buy a Toyota Corolla, yes he must have been gay. Now he can go Corollaring along with his carload of cocksuckers. So sitting in my backyard is yet another loud V8 monster, with no rego being the only downside, but its got all the shit, bucket seats, leckie windows and door locks, alarm, cruise control, full trip computer dash, and more shit that I cant be bothered typing, but, as I said, all the good shit. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to wash and vac 2 cars?! Shannan from Singapore was also down last week so she paid us a visit. It was really good to see her, just like old times I spose. We had a good chat for an hour or so before chantelle stole her away. Before they moved to Singapore she had and operation on her spine, and she lost a lot of weight, but since then she looks heaps better and a lot more healthy, *cough* and STILL LOOKS HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t look like ill make it over there for her 18th though, bummer, I need a holiday aswell, but, I’m an optimist so well see what unfolds. Maybe ill have to work every Saturday and just save for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a closing note,  sean’s back, and I recall saying to my old lady before he left that he’ll be back, and look what’s happened, truth is that he cant live without me. Sean’s prolly sitting there saying “pffrt, fuck that shit man”. Lol, either way, its good to have you back, to rip it up at the pubs n shit once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: God created and orgasm so women can moan even when their happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":"Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-112130535316765462?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/112130535316765462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=112130535316765462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112130535316765462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/112130535316765462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/07/maybe-its-time-for-update.html' title='Maybe its time for an update'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111554834843836073</id><published>2005-05-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T03:32:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bounce, WTF does that mean????</title><content type='html'>You know when you absolutely hate a song, but its soo crap that you just cant get it out of your head? Im referring to all the songs that Missy Higgins writes! I hear her music, and I feel like sticking firecrackers in my ears and blowing them off. Well I thought that ill get that off my chest anyway, as sean did recently with Gwen’s song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a rather large amount of time spent thinking on Saturday, I decided to go and harass sean after work. Harass meaning that he wasn’t awake when I got there so I was yelling at him until he woke up, yeah, he was thrilled to see me at 11:30 on a Saturday morning. I think the exact phrase was something like “FUCK OFF”!! So me was like, that’s correct, I will fuck off but your coming too, so off we’s went to the local wrecking yards that weren’t so local, eg dandebong. My night was even more eventful ( I know, your thinking how could this be conceivable), but it was. Sean and me cooked stir fry, ok, well most was pre packaged vegies, but we cooked the meat. Does anyone know that sean has a raw meat fear? He wont touch it, so next time you want to scare him, throw a ham steak his way! Anyway, back on track, we cooked, we ate we drank in da spa. By this time steve was over. By this time also, we were bailing Scotty too hotty up for a lift, who kindly gave us one to Jd’s  so we could further our already half drunken state. Ended up moving from Jd’s to the bottle shop, where we legally purchased strongbow’s. And for some reason we ended up at Hungary Cracks, me with an Ice Cream appearing in my right hand. Looked at seans skids in the drive thru and disposed of bottle caps into next doors pool, ‘slap on the hand for me’&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to drink our legally purchased alcohol with my bottle bong. One bottle = 3 secs flat to drink, hmmm interesting indeed. &lt;br /&gt;Hi ho hi ho its of the the twenny worst we go……&lt;br /&gt;Stopped consuming alcohol due to lack of money but still made a fool of myself anyway, eg leaving with sean and passing out near the creek, so I was told&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111554834843836073?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111554834843836073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111554834843836073' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111554834843836073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111554834843836073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-bounce-wtf-does-that-mean.html' title='The Big Bounce, WTF does that mean????'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111433959855646324</id><published>2005-04-24T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T03:46:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of...</title><content type='html'>Sleep, Sex, Money, Money for Petrol, Going to get shitfaced, Money for food after getting shitfaced. So i have a lack of stuff, so what? Oh shit, this is starting to sound like an Amy post, better say something sane! Jk Amy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after being fucked around by the parentals, and ending up in bed early, 12pm, i woke up early this morning, and lay there pondering what to do with the day ahead. Playstation lasted about 5 minutes, and then i was bored. Muuuummm, im bored i says, and the reply "well there is a big pile of ironing in the hallway", no shit, this is like mutant ironing, its taking over the hallway! It pulls anyone in that walks past! Maybe i should start reading, like real books or something, that have chapters...&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, back to my day. I tried watching TV, but that was an endless struggle to find something interesting, video hits and boring home idea shows dont seem to have the same affect as they used to, so i found my car!&lt;br /&gt;But i really cant be bothered going into details, but i trying to fix my fuel gauge. The dash is still out, i mean out, nothing is there, so i will continue it tomoro as i got too frustrated today. Due to the frustration, i was going through my pile of crap in the garage, which also seems to take random swipes at your legs, and found paint, chrome paint, so i painted my fuel tank, as you do...i know i know, but i swear it was a sheer act of spontinaity and boredom. So the rest of my night will consist of the internet, talking to ppl, hopeefully shannan or melissa cos I havent talked to them in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day:  "Your call is important to us, and will be placed into a queue"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111433959855646324?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111433959855646324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111433959855646324' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111433959855646324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111433959855646324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/04/lack-of.html' title='Lack of...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111391305035989635</id><published>2005-04-19T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T05:17:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE THE OC</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the OC bitch!!! Just finished watching it so i thought id write a blog/bullshit on about random crap. Well i never knew that you could fall in love with a TV show, but i wanna fuck the OC!! Dead set, its grouse, i even taped the theme song on my phone and video'd marissa and alex kissing (sooo hot). Anyway enough about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum got home yesterday, and within an hour of being home, dad was already chewing my balls off about random things, e.g, My shit taking up space in the shed, my car leaking a few drops of water, small things that i haven't yet rectified due to time and laziness restrictions. Gone are the few days of quiet bliss, when all you could hear in my house was the distant death moans of justin murdering people on the playstation,  lovin' Grand Theft Auto!! So, im back to agreeing with dad, nodding and re-assuring him that it will be done in due time. Why is it that even though i dont like half the things ppl tell me to do, im still in total agreeance with them?? I cant wait till im my own boss, id never be such and asshole to ppl like mine is, heone of those ppl that you just wanna kick in the balls! Speaking of kicking balls, some wanker drove up beside me in a clapped out XF falcon toady and screamed at me to get a real car, obviously he is still a bit wet behind the ears about the whole Ford vs Holden concept. But what shitted me more was that his XF had a serious lack of paint, and exhaust for that matter, and he has the nerve to tell me to get a better car! Fucking pines rats, we have to stop the migration of those degrading rat bastards that are destroying our fair town, as seans sticker says, I LOVE FRANKSTON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111391305035989635?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111391305035989635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111391305035989635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111391305035989635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111391305035989635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-oc.html' title='LOVE THE OC'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111364236572467096</id><published>2005-04-16T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:37:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money and bullshit</title><content type='html'>Yes money, i work so hard, and put up with soo much shit, and earn so little.If it wasnt for stupid rego being soo much i'd have money to save/ spend on petrol/ spend on go fast bits for the 5.0lt/ save for singapore in spetember...as you can see, i have alot to do! Well yes my car is back on the road, but no without dramas. I have an oil leak, which i think maybe power steering fluid, like i give a fuck anyway, who needs power steering?!? My auto trans suck ass majorly, it bogs down soo much its not funny, but i have no money to change it to a manual dammit. Shit, i sound like sean, forever having issues with my car! But, in hindsight, im having so much fun getting it going. People keep asking me, why spend so much on such and old car? And my answer..."I guess i have something to prove to myself, Because its something that i can turn around and say, hey look, i had a shitty old motor, and i rebuilt it myself, and no one can take that away from me". And besides, it doesnt look too bad for acar that was built in 1986, sorry steve, but its still neater than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have gone away for like 5 days, they couldnt wait to leave, and i couldnt wait for them to leave! But, we're keeping the place together. The playstation is in the back room on the big screen, im parking my car in the garage, and working on it in there too. Dad rang up last night pissed off his nut, and mum too, at least they are having fun. Anyway, going to get in the spa now, saying bye to scotty....gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Why are my blogs soo fucking long and full of bullshit???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111364236572467096?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111364236572467096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111364236572467096' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111364236572467096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111364236572467096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/04/money-money-money-and-bullshit.html' title='Money, money, money and bullshit'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111326216136526385</id><published>2005-04-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:29:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Online</title><content type='html'>Well due to the recent malfunction of my computer, i was unable to update. And also i was on holidays. Went to echuca last weekend for a few days, and i was really nice, about 30 deg most days, and cos i was school holidays, heaps of talent walking around! Any way enough of that.  I had ppl recently say that my site is ugly, yeah and so what if it is. No way am i sitting in front of my computer making it look 'pretty', i dont have the time, and even if i did, i still wouldnt, im over the yr12 days of making Flash animations and fancy shit, no thinks, the only things ill be watching that are pretty, fancy and animated, will probably be animated porn movies i have aquired of WinMx.  Not really, im not that sick!&lt;br /&gt;Well most of you know that i had a girl (shannan) that i really liked move to singapore recently, for those who dont know, you do now! She was a really nice person so i was a bit upset, well not upset crying upset but you know, like a good friend moving away. We known eachother since we ere like born, so you know where im coming from. Her mum came over to visit the other night. She decided not to tell us. So im sitting down playing the playstation, and surprise, she rocks up at the door, was good to see her though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that night sean decided to rock up aswell so we could hook up his amp n shit. So after a slight problem in the afternoon involving to star screws and a head unit, we packed it in, actually sean had to go home and poison, i mean cook dinner for his mum! Anyway, he dropped over later and we  fitted all the stuff, sounded grouse! But im pretty sure the amp packed it in because it was cutting in an out. Speaking of cars, mine has no more issues now, it starts, everything works, just a few little water leaks to fix which comes with any motor rebuild. I got my other subwoofer back off ben from tafe. Hooked them both up, and i never thought id say this, but its too loud! I have to turn the sub control to 3 instead of 6! That same day, i was getting weird looks from my dad as i walked past him with a big jar of vaseline and a rag. I had to stop and explain what i intended to do with it, it was all innocent though, i had to rub vaseline into my car seats cos they are starting to crack, stupid leather! Should be registered by tomoro after work, mum is paying half, lucky me! So yes, ill be waking the neighbours either with my overly loud DOOF DOOF DOOF or my obcenely loud exhaust, or a bit from column A and a bit from column B, havent decided yet. May not be either cos i dont have a fuel gauge hooked up yet so i might runout half way down the driveway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111326216136526385?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111326216136526385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111326216136526385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111326216136526385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111326216136526385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-online.html' title='Back Online'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111217793215932078</id><published>2005-03-30T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:18:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree with Sean, FUCK YOU CAR</title><content type='html'>Ok, i speak for Sean and me when i say, cars suck. Was running fine till i touched it, not i decided to shit itself. So thats another $50 for the towtruck to get it to the auto elecs, then whatever the bald prick charges, something along the lines of about $170 maybe i dunno, so that leaves me with the $56 insurance that comes out tomoro and then the $50 loan repayment for friday. Which gives me a grand total of $52 to spend on myself/save for car rego! And leon the dirty mong owes me $30!  Whoever invented money should have been shot. Couldnt we just barter for stuff, like trade a batch of my mums muffins for some electrical work on my car?? I Wonder if i do give him muffins, will he drop the price??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111217793215932078?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111217793215932078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111217793215932078' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111217793215932078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111217793215932078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-agree-with-sean-fuck-you-car.html' title='I agree with Sean, FUCK YOU CAR'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11727762.post-111192771742754220</id><published>2005-03-27T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T06:11:34.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New beginning, to some extent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A NEW BEGINNING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following story may contain coarse language and if you dont like that then you can go get FUCKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'v lost count of the amount of stress relieving diaries that have started and then just got sick of over the years, so this may well add to that list, but we'll see wont we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i decided to post some pics of my cars 1 month build that turned into a 4 month spending spree, that part wasnt planned. Yes there was many a month where that the only things that were in my pocket were the dirty tissues that had been through the wash, and the odd expired bus ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my car wont start, only because i touched it, maybe sean was right, i have the shitty touch, everything i touch turns into shit? Dont know, but my way of thinking was to admit defeat and walk away before i was tempted to pull out the 'wog basher' from my boot and start swinging at random things, e.g my car. So i did just that, told it to get FUCKED and amused myself by playing around with the mighty stezza, and ended up with a terrible &lt;a href="http://www.moodz.net/stuff/WAKE-UP-CUNT.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ringing sensation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in my ears, like what you get after a night out at Level one, dancing at the front of the stage to impress people, only to stand on a vodka and orange glass that some stupid wench has dropped/thrown, and fall on your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111192771742754220?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111192771742754220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111192771742754220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111192771742754220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111192771742754220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-beginning-to-some-extent.html' title='A New beginning, to some extent'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-111193097632226460</id><published>2005-03-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:42:56.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/640/VN Heads and Manifold on_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/400/VN Heads and Manifold on_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to look better,i havent taken an updated pic yet so be patient&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111193097632226460?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111193097632226460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111193097632226460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193097632226460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193097632226460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/starting-to-look-betteri-havent-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-111193089896844465</id><published>2005-03-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:41:38.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/640/Left Head Off.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/400/Left Head Off.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right hand head is off, I actaully didn't clean that piston, so it prolly means that the head gasket was on its way out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111193089896844465?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111193089896844465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111193089896844465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193089896844465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193089896844465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/right-hand-head-is-off-i-actaully.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-111193080454081509</id><published>2005-03-27T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:40:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/640/Manifold Off_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/400/Manifold Off_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the start of the Rebuild, the Manifold is off&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111193080454081509?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111193080454081509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111193080454081509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193080454081509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193080454081509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/ahhh-start-of-rebuild-manifold-is-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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-11727762.post-111193056669627703</id><published>2005-03-27T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:36:06.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/640/308.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/4374/400/308.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old 308&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11727762-111193056669627703?l=oneperfectday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/feeds/111193056669627703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11727762&amp;postID=111193056669627703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193056669627703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11727762/posts/default/111193056669627703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectday.blogspot.com/2005/03/old-308.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11234510403059949335</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>
