I have been quite strung out today, and not that surprising really.
1) Woke up this morning to an earthquake. Living in one of the most stable areas of Australia this isn't an everyday occurrence. It was a magnitude 5.0 quake, the biggest WA has seen in 50 years. There is something truly terrifying about waking up, immediately hearing a big bang and having the whole building shaking. My first thoughts were that it was the shockwave of a nearby house exploding.
2) Watching a couple of documentaries on the Crime & Investigation channel as I do from time to time. One had some rather scary imagery in a re-enactment. The kind of stuff that makes you jump and shiver.
3) Driving out to Boulder (the hardest hit area by the quake) knowing it had been cordoned off by Police was still wanting to look. It was a rather large area that had been cordoned off. Blocks from the main street in all directions. Couldn't even get a glimpse of something (Seriously, how bad was the damage?)
4) Scenes from worlds worst drivers! Just when I'd started to relax I had a guy pull out in front of me at an intersection. Smashing into this dickhead in his little tampon car would have really ruined my day. Luckily he saw that there was in-fact a car coming and breaked.
Having written this out, it doesn't seem so bad. But putting it out there also relaxes me as I'm not holding it all in. I may also have forgotten something, but this will do for now.
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"Have you ever pissed in a hooker?"
Last night I went to the movies with my friend Brys. We saw Shutter Island, it wasn't the type of thing I'd normally see but the trailer made it look good and it was a decent film if not a bit predictable.
Well anyway, after the movie we did our normal thing, driving around aimlessly for hours and hours! When you have a good friend, good music and good conversation who needs to out going pubbing and getting pissed?
Having spent many many hours driving around town these last few months we felt the need for a change. So what about a drive out to Coolgardie? I used to live there and I could check it out and show him the houses I used to live in. When first coming into the town we went to a petrol station to get some red bull (and were served by a very old and slow man) and then continued on. Driving down the road on which my second house was situated we noticed a cop car turn its lights off and pull over on an intersecting road, not surprisingly while moving past the vehicle it fired up the red and blue and rightly pissed me off. I knew I had done nothing wrong, but still worried that perhaps I had not noticed a stop or give way sign. It was just a random breath test which was fine, and the young Indian gentleman officer was fine to deal with, but the woman was not. I had told the male officer why we were driving and he was happy with our answer. But while taking my ID and writing down my details (why was she doing that?) the woman officer pretty much interrogated me. Asking me annoying questions like "Where do you live?" (its on my ID bitch!) and inquiring as to what we were doing, I answered "Just driving around randomly." She abruptly and rudely asked "Why would you do that?" I answered that we had nothing better to do, we were driving around Kalgoorlie and got bored, so we thought we'd drive out here and that I was showing my friend the houses I used to live in. She couldn't understand that and asked why going out drinking in town didn't interest me. (spending lots on drink and getting drunk surrounded by bogans, who the fuck would find that appealing?)
Having done nothing wrong they then let us go, but had set me on edge. For the rest of the night I would remember her rudeness randomly and exclaim "That fucking bitch!" to which Brys would reply "Yeah! I know!"
Returning to Kalgoorlie we followed a silver Landcruiser swerving all over the road and driving much slower than the speed limit and also not driving at a regular pace, slowing down and speeding up often. We a little worried (and also wanted to see them get pulled over) so phoned it in to the police while following behind them. Though they turned off the highway long before we saw the police car coming.
While driving around Boulder (a complete shit hole for those not familiar with it) there were multiple people just sitting on the footpaths and near the road. One particular female was obviously passed out near a roundabout. How close was she? Well her legs were ON the road. She was just waiting for someone to rape her. Brys came up with the newspaper headline "Boulder woman drunk, raped. Not surprised." or some variation there of.
Driving through one particular northern suburb we saw many Kangaroo's, so many that I wish I had brought my camera so I could have taken some great photos.
One a side note, the Hyundai Getz is a girls car. It is not remotely masculine, it doesn't matter if its black and you put some fancy rims on it. Its still a girls car. And dude, you look ridiculous in it, even more so since it was filled with all your guy mates, no women in site. Sad, very sad. I understand its one of the cheapest cars on the market, but buy secondhand and buy MANLY.
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Well anyway, after the movie we did our normal thing, driving around aimlessly for hours and hours! When you have a good friend, good music and good conversation who needs to out going pubbing and getting pissed?
Having spent many many hours driving around town these last few months we felt the need for a change. So what about a drive out to Coolgardie? I used to live there and I could check it out and show him the houses I used to live in. When first coming into the town we went to a petrol station to get some red bull (and were served by a very old and slow man) and then continued on. Driving down the road on which my second house was situated we noticed a cop car turn its lights off and pull over on an intersecting road, not surprisingly while moving past the vehicle it fired up the red and blue and rightly pissed me off. I knew I had done nothing wrong, but still worried that perhaps I had not noticed a stop or give way sign. It was just a random breath test which was fine, and the young Indian gentleman officer was fine to deal with, but the woman was not. I had told the male officer why we were driving and he was happy with our answer. But while taking my ID and writing down my details (why was she doing that?) the woman officer pretty much interrogated me. Asking me annoying questions like "Where do you live?" (its on my ID bitch!) and inquiring as to what we were doing, I answered "Just driving around randomly." She abruptly and rudely asked "Why would you do that?" I answered that we had nothing better to do, we were driving around Kalgoorlie and got bored, so we thought we'd drive out here and that I was showing my friend the houses I used to live in. She couldn't understand that and asked why going out drinking in town didn't interest me. (spending lots on drink and getting drunk surrounded by bogans, who the fuck would find that appealing?)
Having done nothing wrong they then let us go, but had set me on edge. For the rest of the night I would remember her rudeness randomly and exclaim "That fucking bitch!" to which Brys would reply "Yeah! I know!"
Returning to Kalgoorlie we followed a silver Landcruiser swerving all over the road and driving much slower than the speed limit and also not driving at a regular pace, slowing down and speeding up often. We a little worried (and also wanted to see them get pulled over) so phoned it in to the police while following behind them. Though they turned off the highway long before we saw the police car coming.
While driving around Boulder (a complete shit hole for those not familiar with it) there were multiple people just sitting on the footpaths and near the road. One particular female was obviously passed out near a roundabout. How close was she? Well her legs were ON the road. She was just waiting for someone to rape her. Brys came up with the newspaper headline "Boulder woman drunk, raped. Not surprised." or some variation there of.
Driving through one particular northern suburb we saw many Kangaroo's, so many that I wish I had brought my camera so I could have taken some great photos.
One a side note, the Hyundai Getz is a girls car. It is not remotely masculine, it doesn't matter if its black and you put some fancy rims on it. Its still a girls car. And dude, you look ridiculous in it, even more so since it was filled with all your guy mates, no women in site. Sad, very sad. I understand its one of the cheapest cars on the market, but buy secondhand and buy MANLY.
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Property
I used to be a Realtor, as even though it didn't work out for me I've still kept my keen interest in everything property related. I love architecture, I love going to home opens, I love drawing house plans and designs. If I ever went to university, Architecture would definately be one of the courses i'd consider studying.
There were parts of selling houses that I enjoyed and some I didn't. Making a sale is a great feeling, having to wait at least a month to get paid is not. Answering peoples questions and knowing your stuff is great, but having a home open in an asbestos shack on a hot afternoon and having no-one come to view it sucks balls.
While some of my colleagues were great and fun to be around, my boss was a massive bitch. She was about 70-80 and really should have retired a long time ago. But she was almost always in a mood, questioned everything anyone ever did and even when in a good mood sounded like she was majorly pissed off. I remember one time when she stormed out of her office and told me to come into her office, I thought for sure that I was fired, but she just wanted me to fix something on her computer.
I dont really know what the point of this particular post is. I've been spending an hour on Flickr looking at pictures of nice apartments and wishing I had one and go into a real real estate mood. Also, there is a decent looking townhouse in town for sale and I'm interested to know how much they want for it and what is looks like inside. I tried to find it online but it wasnt there. I have no problem with people selling their own homes as they dont want to pay the realtors 10-20k fee, but many people dont like looking at homes while the owners are there, its very uncomfortable. But people, if you are selling your own home, dont just put a sign out front. Put it online, especially on realestate.com.au, Australia's largest real estates sales website.
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There were parts of selling houses that I enjoyed and some I didn't. Making a sale is a great feeling, having to wait at least a month to get paid is not. Answering peoples questions and knowing your stuff is great, but having a home open in an asbestos shack on a hot afternoon and having no-one come to view it sucks balls.
While some of my colleagues were great and fun to be around, my boss was a massive bitch. She was about 70-80 and really should have retired a long time ago. But she was almost always in a mood, questioned everything anyone ever did and even when in a good mood sounded like she was majorly pissed off. I remember one time when she stormed out of her office and told me to come into her office, I thought for sure that I was fired, but she just wanted me to fix something on her computer.
I dont really know what the point of this particular post is. I've been spending an hour on Flickr looking at pictures of nice apartments and wishing I had one and go into a real real estate mood. Also, there is a decent looking townhouse in town for sale and I'm interested to know how much they want for it and what is looks like inside. I tried to find it online but it wasnt there. I have no problem with people selling their own homes as they dont want to pay the realtors 10-20k fee, but many people dont like looking at homes while the owners are there, its very uncomfortable. But people, if you are selling your own home, dont just put a sign out front. Put it online, especially on realestate.com.au, Australia's largest real estates sales website.
Rule one of sales, ADVERTISE! Read More!
