Archive for August, 2008

Aug 24 2008

Going to Fiji. Woot.

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I’ve been waiting for the jew to confirm his court status (dont ask) and putting off buying my plane tickets for a few months now.

Looks like he’ll be in and out of court until early next year and thus cant travel. Pitty, it would have been great for him.

After searching for the last week. Fiji is the cheapest possible option apart from NZ.

Reservation Status: CONFIRMED

Blue Saver Promo $ 470.00 AUD
Blue Saver Promo $ 470.00 AUD
1 Credit Card fee $ 18.18 AUD
4 Blue Zone Long Flight $ 180.00 AUD
Bsecure comprehensive pacific 0-15 day $ 56.00 AUD
Bsecure comprehensive pacific 0-15 day $ 56.00 AUD
Taxes $ 437.48 AUD
Total price $ 1,687.66 AUD

Not bad, for two people return, extra legroom, insurance and under budget too, I only wanted to spend about 1k on the flight itself.

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Aug 14 2008

Found a old photo.

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“My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior. The man we called ‘Max’.

To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.

On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again…”

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Sometimes I miss my old car. Being feared on the road was… Interesting.

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Aug 03 2008

Ah fuck it.

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Staying at my job. Feeling good about the offers I did get though, even though none of them could offer me 14 days a month off.

Besides, I’d miss out in being able to do stuff like this at work.
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I also have 20+ days off at the end of the year, I probably wouldn’t get a holiday either.

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