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I’m not one to get too personal with blog posts - but this one is a little bit. So you can stop reading now if you don’t want to bore.

Recently I discovered an emotion that I was previously unfamiliar with.

re•morse |riˈmôrs|
noun
deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed : they were filled with remorse and shame

If you have never felt it, you are either a really bad person, or a really good person… or at least a good person yet to make a mistake so inexcusable and deplorable that it brings upon such a negative emotion.

Obviously for privacy I’m not going into detail - but I lost a close friend, maybe forever, and am walking a tightrope to try and keep from losing another.

I cheated. I lied.

Now I’m frantically trying to pick up the pieces of what was a rather vacuous decision. I thought I could conceal the dirty secret, and pretend it never happened. However, it turns out that I do have a conscience and it got the better of me. The truth was revealed, and hearts shattered away leaving only detestation and disgust. Then the truth reared its ugly head again, and disappointment and contempt replaced a once strong and validated friendship.

The worst part about remorse is the fact that there is no positive light to look towards. Nothing positive to look towards and help deal with the emotional pain. The only ‘good’ thing to come of it is the lesson to be learnt.

Never again will I. Never again.

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I know I haven’t been around much lately - but this I just HAD to post about. I have hinted towards Italian Spiderman before with their trailer.

Feast your eyes on the latest and greatest video on the web - created with care, love, beer and sprinklings of gold by the angels geniuses at Alrugo Entertainment.

Praise our new hero - ITALIAN SPIDERMAN!

I just can’t wait for the next episode!!

If any of you out there also want the delicious soundtrack to Italian Spiderman created by Enzo Bontempi (I believe he is the long lost cousin of Dario from the Tokyo City Sex Shooters), it is available on iTunes (store link) for modern MP3 digital, or if you want to keep it true to Italian Spiderman, enjoy it on Vinyl 45rpm available at RecordKicksDotCom. I have already bought my copies, I just love pretending that I am Italian Spiderman… drinking whiskey, chain smoking whilst knocking off baddies with shotgun. Ahhh…

Since I haven’t had any programs to download thanks to the writers strike… I have downloaded the entire Top Gear series. Well, so far I’m up to downloading the fourth season, and have watched to near the end of the third season so far. I just can’t get enough of it.

I am an addict. I guess the first steps to recovery is admitting it. But seriously though, it is an absolute top show. I did find it interesting in the first season how the audience was only a handful of people, and there was a focus on actually bringing useful information for people that might want to buy a vehicle. Then by the third season they have almost forgotten about normal every day cars, and have started realising the entertainment in pointless tests and races. Which is awesome!

For anyone that hasn’t seen Top Gear, do yourself a favour and switch it on when the new season starts later this year. You don’t have to be a car buff to enjoy it. It is entertainment more so than journalism. You don’t need to know anything about cars at all really. It’s just brilliant!

I must say that I am quite jealous that my namesake from Wales has watched Top Gear on set. I even saw him (well, after an eagle-eyed search) in the audience! Bastard!

Just a short post I’m posting from my phone really to pass the time whilst I wait in line here at Centrelink. Seriously though, you would think they would put more staff on, because there is ALWAYS a line, and it ALWAYS takes forever. I have managed to live without the financial assistance from the Government for over a year now, but with my living situation changing recently, and the sent going up, I can’t go without any longer. Bah! I have waited for a good 20 minutes, just standing here.

What we do for money. The necessary evil. Damn you evil money, damn you!

UPDATE: Unfortunately on my phone it gets to a point where I can continue to type, but can’t actually see what I’m typing - so I had to finish it on the iMac at home. Which wasn’t quite what I had planned, but at least I can easily post a pretty little picture =).

Peace, love and no evil for you all!

Yep, it’s that time of year again. Something terrible hasn’t happened to my vehicle in quite some time. For those who have no idea what I’m talking about (which is most people, other than my very long time readers… all two of them lol), each year something bad happens to my car.

I won’t include accidents before I went overseas, but since I got back, my first accident was from some stupid bitch who didn’t give way and came flying around a corner in a car park and collided with me head on. My second accident was almost an exact year later when the traffic stopped suddenly and the bloke behind me wasn’t paying attention and slammed into the back of me, making my car a write-off. Then just after I got my new car some dickheads at a party kicked in a few of my panels because they didn’t like me for some reason (I didn’t even know them). Then just last year my car got broken into, and an attempt to steal my car, they tried to rip the steering lock, but the steering wheel came off instead. So when I rang my boss to say I’d be late for work… if I made it at all, he was a little annoyed, and didn’t believe me at first - “How can your steering wheel be missing?”

Last Thursday I woke up with a screaming hangover after a rather big night out at Flashdance, our local Retro party on Wednesday nights.I had a blast of a night, but had to be at uni by 9am for a practical. Well, considering the state of my head, it just wasn’t practical. So I figured I could attend the practical through Second Life. Yes, with that particular course we are able to attend courses through Second Life. It’s REALLY handy on days like the one I was having. However, I must have logged in too early, because I couldn’t find anyone else from the class online. I ended up sucking it in, and decided I would head in to uni, so at least I could have lunch with a good friend of mine afterwards.

Bad idea.

I drank some water, grabbed my stuff and climbed into my car. Took the usual route to uni, past Maccas and the Holden Hill Police HQ. I was taking it pretty easy, driving very relaxed with Jack Johnson playing on the stereo, keeping my sore head at bay.

As I crossed the major intersection with Maccas and the Police HQ, the lights turned amber. No big deal, I was already over the line, I notice that in the left lane that a bus has stopped to pick up/drop off passengers, and a seemingly impatient Statesman (car) was behind it with the indicator to turn right to get around it. There was a bit of space between myself and the car ahead of me, but really not quite enough for a normal car to accelerate into safely. I watched the car for moment half expecting it to pull out in front of me, as I approached and got closer, it was impossible for the car to get in front of me, so I directed my attention to the cars in front of me.

Just as I was pulling alongside the Statesman traveling at just under 50km/h (30mph), I saw it move forward!! What!?! I hit the brakes and swerve to the right, but only had limited space because there were vehicles in that lane.

CRUNCH!! CRUNCH! SCREECH! CRUNCH!

The lady in the Statesman hadn’t properly checked her blind spot, didn’t see me and pulled out. Only to see me too late, and then swerve back in. Of course, she had accelerated pretty hard, and she had to stop again VERY quickly. The bus was still there, and provided a good stopping block for her car.

The young uni chick in her little Holden Barina to my right panicked as she saw me swerve towards her lane and had slammed on the brakes. It was quite a late model Barina, and it stopped very quickly. Too quickly for the lady behind her, as her brakes locked up and she hit the back of the Barina. Fortunately not terribly hard, and all the damage is easily repairable.

A cop who was checking a defective vehicle at the Police HQ saw the whole thing. A great witness to have for insurance! At least we didn’t have to go far to file a report. A cop just drove a car around to alert other drivers of the smashed vehicle taking up the left lane. I only got nervous when he pulled out the breathalyzer to do the mandatory blood alcohol test. Uh-oh… I had had a pretty big night. I was genuinely VERY nervous. The other ladies are joking about drinking a bottle of scotch that morning yada yada… I stood there quietly shitting myself. I was second to blow. The policeman then asked for my drivers license. I am on my full license, so the legal limit in Australia is 0.05.

“Have a big night last night?” The copper asked, and everyone else looked at me. Ah shit! I’m screwed.

“What did I blow?”"You’re under,” and he showed me the breathalyzer. 0.025. Oh thank god! 

Next thought through my head - REALLY should’ve stayed in bed this morning… 

Only the silly lady who couldn’t wait another 5 seconds for me to pass was left with an undriveable vehicle.

And my car. 

 I came out a little better off because I didn’t hit the bus. Still, it’s going to be about $2000 to fix it. My insurance company must hate me. Unfortunately for the silly lady, she doesn’t have insurance to be hated by. She’s screwed. I do feel sorry for her… but it’s not my problem. She should’ve waited another 5 seconds, and checked her blind spot. Her toddler kids were in the car for god’s sake.

Okay, so I know it has been a while since I last made a post. Issues with my server and domain expiring hasn’t helped things, and neither has the xbox.

I have a few stories to tell over the next few days (not including the weekend, because they don’t count as days).

On one of the blogs that I regularly read, The Gospel According to Rhys, my namesake, I mentioned that I may start up a new and entertaining section about my new housemate.

Meet Kira.

(I was going to change her name to protect her privacy. However, the exhibitionist that she is, she wanted me to use her real name. I just won’t put down any other details.)

Kira is blonde. And not just blonde in hair colour. But the type of blonde, that doesn’t get blonde jokes.

Within her first week living with me, she nearly killed us. Okay, slight exaggeration. She cooked dinner for us that night, and after eating it in front of the idiot box, after a little while, we smell gas.

“Do you smell gas?” Kira asks.

“Ah yes, yes I do. Did you turn off the stove?”

“Erm… I think so.” She replied. I get up and wander over to the stove, to find all the switches facing the same way. On.

She had somehow managed to turn ALL of the hotplates on, despite only using two of them. Now, you’re probably wondering ‘How the f*** did she manage that?’. To be honest, I have no fucking clue. When I asked her… neither did she.

I took a deep breath, and pondered a little about the next many months coming with Kira.

This is the first of many stories. There are many more to come, and I’m pretty certain that I won’t run out of material any time soon. Only a few hours ago she asked me if ants were nocturnal… yeah.

Wait until the you hear about the garlic bread…

Well, I now have a whole NINE people watching my item. Today I finally got around to cleaning up and taking a photo of the amp ready for sale. I am still actually using it, and it still works so awesomely… I don’t know how I’ll go for those few weeks without a amplifier/receiver.

So people can see EXACTLY what they are buying, here’s a pic of it.

 It’s beautiful isn’t it? When you plug it in, and bring around your mates, it’s just like… “Woooooow…”

Oh yeah, I don’t fool around when it comes to awesomely loud and clear sound.