Recently, things came to a squeeze. I was given the choice of either buying the 1989 Prelude I have been driving for the past three months, or returning it. An automatic, and starting to show problems, lead me to saying no, after finding that converting it to a manual would cost more than it was worth.
So through the trading post I go, looking for a suitable car. I had been doing this for the past couple of months, mainly looking through the sports and performance cars section and circling cars I'd like to get. My first choice was a Nissan Skyline R34 GT-T, but even second hand those things are expensive ($25-$36,000AU). I spotted a Supra while driving home from work late one Thursday night, and found that I rather liked their curved, sleek design.
Unfortunately, although still cheaper, their prices are still out of my range, even though they're much easier to find than an R34 Skyline. The answer (although I didn't see it as such at the time) leaped out at me when we went out to eat at the Windmill a couple of months ago. An R33 Skyline!
Within the last couple of weeks, I went trawling through the Trading Post and online for R33 Skylines, my dad being picky eliminating all models that were white, and pre-1993, and mine eliminating all non-manual ones.
So as of Monday 14th August, I am the proud owner (sort of - it's in my mum's name) of a 1995 Nissan R33 GTS25T Skyline. That's right. It's turbo baby!
After driving it around during the week, I have come to the following conclusions:
1) It is very fun to drive.
2) Turbo-charged driving is scary (in a good way).
3) The turbo means that insurance costs you an arm and a leg, and since it's an import most insurers won't touch it.
4) It is very responsive
5) It drinks fuel like water, and only takes premium. Coupled with this, I want to make sure that it gets only the best premium fuel, meaning BP Ultimate.
Unfortunately, BP don't do discount dockets, instead doing a credit card. Oh, the lure, the lure.
As far as modifications go, I don't think I'll do too many - insurance would shoot through the roof if I put too much power into it. Maybe after I start paying for insurance myself. At the moment, all I have planned are some custom decals, and maybe a custom number plate and body kit modifications.
Some photos of my new baby to finish off.
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/nightbringer360/Car/Unmoddoedrearangle.jpg
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/nightbringer360/Car/Unmoddoedrear.jpg
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/nightbringer360/Car/Unmoddoedfrontangle.jpg
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/nightbringer360/Car/Unmoddoedfront.jpg
Friday, August 18, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Another emo rant
Ugh ... I hate having to combine work and family. Whenever you seem to finally get a break, fate comes along and kicks you hard several times in the nuts.
I've talked in the past how I've been a disappointment to my parents due to my "average" academic performance, and now it seems everyone at work seems to be fine with me to my face, and then are talking shit about me behind my back. Hearing back from my own mother about how other people are complaining about my attitude/quality of work recently, I have to come to the conclusion that although they may be right, they could at least tell me to my face. Therefore, if they have to talk shit about me behind my back (and judging by my very raw and recent dressing down by my mother), they have a lot. As Eminem said in one of his earlier songs - "your friends aren't what you think are your friends/they're really your enemies with secret identities" really applies here - substituting friends for coworkers. My boss is a total bitch and control freak - she can do things like put on music that the owner wouldn't like, answers her mobile whenever she wants - all because she's the boss there.
I've copped flak from her earlier this week about improper financial management. Yes, I've been budgeting, and she saw the lists I've been writing down. I have listed down the things I want to buy, (most of which she feels is unnecessary), as well as living expenses.
I have been nothing apparently but a big disappointment to my parents so it seems - academically, I've underperformed (I even have to forge my results so that I could lie and make them happy so I don't get the whole you did shit, you must try harder and we are going to make your life more miserable to make you study better - such a great guy, aren't I *sarcasm*), recently, people have found warrant to talk shit about me behind my back, and this whole getting a car thing is really stressing me out.
Firstly, I have to return the current car I'm driving, which creates a need for a car of my own to get around in. Since I only have a little bit to spare (I've only started saving recently) at the moment, my mum has been just lecturing me again and agian and doing the whole loudly complaining to herself thing about my "profligate spending" and how my hobbies won't feed me. Then there's my dad being fussy about getting the car - it has to be a recent year, it has to have low kms, it has to be something he considers masculine/classy (which changes everyday - goddamn it), and obviously, it has to have a good price. My mum is even worse - it has to be as cheap as possible, the fucking tightass.
She lectures me about not telling her when I'm going out to a friend's or how long I'm staying. I'm twenty fucking years old! I can look after myself! I don't need to inform her of every single fucking movement I make! Do I have to tell her if I need to fart or go to the toilet to take a piss?!
And then she goes on about how I stay up late. Again, I'm twenty years old! I have become acclimatised to not sleeping before midnight! And I like it that way! She won't be able to change it unless she really forced it.
All this brings up to the surface questions of my own inadequacy. What is it that I'm good at? Writing fiction (and even then, not good enough for an author). What else, in a practical sense? I'm still physically weak, I'm fat, and said mother says a lot but does nothing to stop it - keeps buying sweet foods for "others," despite the fact she knows that I will eat it - like she medicates me with food.
I don't go out much, my university "friends (enemies with secret identities)" regard me more as an unwelcome outsider at worst, or at best, "that nerdy guy who's always hanging around us, let's freeze him out of our activities." My high school friends are all far away in different universities (or hard to get into contact with), and my online friends ... well what can they do but talk to me? It's not like I can go out on the town with a buddy from MSN.
I wonder what am I to do? I'm trapped here until I find another good-paying job (which will be hard), and a car, and have amassed some money. I have just spent a good fifteen to twenty minutes screaming into a pillow and crying - just what kind of choice and control do I have? I have to be what my parents want me to be, I have to do what they say or think (even if it is unspoken), and even my own room is not safe - they can invade it whenever they feel like it, because it costs too much to get a lock.
Obviously, at the moment, thoughts of suicide are flowing through my head, but I know I won't go through with it, because it's just an impulse, and I have so much more I want to do - reinvent myself, become a ladies' man who can get girls eating out of my hand, I want to get a girlfriend, go down to Glenelg with said girlfriend and watch the sunset on the beach in the summer, I want to travel to Japan, sample the girls there, live overseas/interstate for a few months or years, travel the world, climb Mount Kilimanjaro, I have many things I'd like to do, so I wouldn't want to off myself in the prime of my life.
But just what can I do at the moment?
I've talked in the past how I've been a disappointment to my parents due to my "average" academic performance, and now it seems everyone at work seems to be fine with me to my face, and then are talking shit about me behind my back. Hearing back from my own mother about how other people are complaining about my attitude/quality of work recently, I have to come to the conclusion that although they may be right, they could at least tell me to my face. Therefore, if they have to talk shit about me behind my back (and judging by my very raw and recent dressing down by my mother), they have a lot. As Eminem said in one of his earlier songs - "your friends aren't what you think are your friends/they're really your enemies with secret identities" really applies here - substituting friends for coworkers. My boss is a total bitch and control freak - she can do things like put on music that the owner wouldn't like, answers her mobile whenever she wants - all because she's the boss there.
I've copped flak from her earlier this week about improper financial management. Yes, I've been budgeting, and she saw the lists I've been writing down. I have listed down the things I want to buy, (most of which she feels is unnecessary), as well as living expenses.
I have been nothing apparently but a big disappointment to my parents so it seems - academically, I've underperformed (I even have to forge my results so that I could lie and make them happy so I don't get the whole you did shit, you must try harder and we are going to make your life more miserable to make you study better - such a great guy, aren't I *sarcasm*), recently, people have found warrant to talk shit about me behind my back, and this whole getting a car thing is really stressing me out.
Firstly, I have to return the current car I'm driving, which creates a need for a car of my own to get around in. Since I only have a little bit to spare (I've only started saving recently) at the moment, my mum has been just lecturing me again and agian and doing the whole loudly complaining to herself thing about my "profligate spending" and how my hobbies won't feed me. Then there's my dad being fussy about getting the car - it has to be a recent year, it has to have low kms, it has to be something he considers masculine/classy (which changes everyday - goddamn it), and obviously, it has to have a good price. My mum is even worse - it has to be as cheap as possible, the fucking tightass.
She lectures me about not telling her when I'm going out to a friend's or how long I'm staying. I'm twenty fucking years old! I can look after myself! I don't need to inform her of every single fucking movement I make! Do I have to tell her if I need to fart or go to the toilet to take a piss?!
And then she goes on about how I stay up late. Again, I'm twenty years old! I have become acclimatised to not sleeping before midnight! And I like it that way! She won't be able to change it unless she really forced it.
All this brings up to the surface questions of my own inadequacy. What is it that I'm good at? Writing fiction (and even then, not good enough for an author). What else, in a practical sense? I'm still physically weak, I'm fat, and said mother says a lot but does nothing to stop it - keeps buying sweet foods for "others," despite the fact she knows that I will eat it - like she medicates me with food.
I don't go out much, my university "friends (enemies with secret identities)" regard me more as an unwelcome outsider at worst, or at best, "that nerdy guy who's always hanging around us, let's freeze him out of our activities." My high school friends are all far away in different universities (or hard to get into contact with), and my online friends ... well what can they do but talk to me? It's not like I can go out on the town with a buddy from MSN.
I wonder what am I to do? I'm trapped here until I find another good-paying job (which will be hard), and a car, and have amassed some money. I have just spent a good fifteen to twenty minutes screaming into a pillow and crying - just what kind of choice and control do I have? I have to be what my parents want me to be, I have to do what they say or think (even if it is unspoken), and even my own room is not safe - they can invade it whenever they feel like it, because it costs too much to get a lock.
Obviously, at the moment, thoughts of suicide are flowing through my head, but I know I won't go through with it, because it's just an impulse, and I have so much more I want to do - reinvent myself, become a ladies' man who can get girls eating out of my hand, I want to get a girlfriend, go down to Glenelg with said girlfriend and watch the sunset on the beach in the summer, I want to travel to Japan, sample the girls there, live overseas/interstate for a few months or years, travel the world, climb Mount Kilimanjaro, I have many things I'd like to do, so I wouldn't want to off myself in the prime of my life.
But just what can I do at the moment?
Monday, August 07, 2006
Krankski cheese shot attack!
I think I've grown somewhat in the last couple of weeks as a person. Both physically and mentally.
I was shopping around for clothes at the Tarocash store near where I work, and trying on size 38 pants, and the clerk asks why not try size 36 pants?
So I did, and presto, they were much more comfortable than the last time I cared to try wearing size 36 pants. The same thing happened with trying on a medium instead of a large. I'm now a rather large size Medium ^_^
This is definitely proof that my time at the gym has been time well-spent. I can't begin to describe the feeling of joy at the realisation that I could now fit into smaller clothes (not to mention being able to actually wear clothes that I could buy off ebay - Diesel brand gear is going pretty cheap when I checked).
I had a hair-cut last week - got it cut really short. Although my parents didn't like it, I didn't care. They never liked my haircuts since I started going to a new hairdresser way back in April. I went to the gym the next day, and got some good eye contact with some cute Asian girls at the gym - definitely a good sign, although I think it's more than just the haircut.
I think that I'm changing in a way - becoming more the authentic real me, the me who doesn't take shit, who isn't afraid to voice my mind, and the me who does whatever I want, and to hell with the consequences.
A few interesting things happened the last couple of weeks. For one, while I was at work the weekend after AvCon, my mum came in and cleaned my room (uninvited, I must insist), and discovered some of the gourmet pocky that I had bought at the convention. She tried some, and loved it so much she ate some more. Then when she finds out that it costs $5 a packet, her stingy side comes in. She says she wouldn't buy it, but I would, so she'd be willing to eat candy she wouldn't pay for. Moocher.
Another thing that happened with said moocher was that the Wednesday after my paycheck came in, I bought some nice, fashionable (and expensive, but on sale so it's okay) clothes. I come home, take said clothes upstairs, and guess what she asks me?
Her: "Did you buy some for Andrew (my little brother)?"
Me: "WTF you talking about?? Why should I have to buy expensive clothes for him??"
Her: "Because that would make you a good brother."
What kind of brother goes out and buys expensive clothes for his little brother? Particularly since he has no idea of said brother's fashoin sense? I'll tell you. A friggin sugar daddy.
Something amusing that happened earlier today was some interaction I had with a customer. Now, I don't particularly like my job too much, but the one thing that stops driving me insane from sheer boredom/tedium is the social interaction between customer and shop staff, the power relations between the two, and what I can get away with saying to customers. Since we're just coming out of a Lotto megadraw, I've been amusing myself by reading the prize money amounts to customers in cents intead of dollars. So it would go along something like this:
Me: *scans ticket, machine says is a winner* "We have a winner!"
Customer: *Eyes widen in surprise*
Me: "You have won ... two thousand, seven hundred and sixty ... cents."
Customer: *deflates at the mention of cents*
And now back to plotting that merry dance across eastern Australia ... I'll end with a Japanese quote:
人生 は 冒険 - Jinsei wa bouken (translated - Life is an adventure)
I was shopping around for clothes at the Tarocash store near where I work, and trying on size 38 pants, and the clerk asks why not try size 36 pants?
So I did, and presto, they were much more comfortable than the last time I cared to try wearing size 36 pants. The same thing happened with trying on a medium instead of a large. I'm now a rather large size Medium ^_^
This is definitely proof that my time at the gym has been time well-spent. I can't begin to describe the feeling of joy at the realisation that I could now fit into smaller clothes (not to mention being able to actually wear clothes that I could buy off ebay - Diesel brand gear is going pretty cheap when I checked).
I had a hair-cut last week - got it cut really short. Although my parents didn't like it, I didn't care. They never liked my haircuts since I started going to a new hairdresser way back in April. I went to the gym the next day, and got some good eye contact with some cute Asian girls at the gym - definitely a good sign, although I think it's more than just the haircut.
I think that I'm changing in a way - becoming more the authentic real me, the me who doesn't take shit, who isn't afraid to voice my mind, and the me who does whatever I want, and to hell with the consequences.
A few interesting things happened the last couple of weeks. For one, while I was at work the weekend after AvCon, my mum came in and cleaned my room (uninvited, I must insist), and discovered some of the gourmet pocky that I had bought at the convention. She tried some, and loved it so much she ate some more. Then when she finds out that it costs $5 a packet, her stingy side comes in. She says she wouldn't buy it, but I would, so she'd be willing to eat candy she wouldn't pay for. Moocher.
Another thing that happened with said moocher was that the Wednesday after my paycheck came in, I bought some nice, fashionable (and expensive, but on sale so it's okay) clothes. I come home, take said clothes upstairs, and guess what she asks me?
Her: "Did you buy some for Andrew (my little brother)?"
Me: "WTF you talking about?? Why should I have to buy expensive clothes for him??"
Her: "Because that would make you a good brother."
What kind of brother goes out and buys expensive clothes for his little brother? Particularly since he has no idea of said brother's fashoin sense? I'll tell you. A friggin sugar daddy.
Something amusing that happened earlier today was some interaction I had with a customer. Now, I don't particularly like my job too much, but the one thing that stops driving me insane from sheer boredom/tedium is the social interaction between customer and shop staff, the power relations between the two, and what I can get away with saying to customers. Since we're just coming out of a Lotto megadraw, I've been amusing myself by reading the prize money amounts to customers in cents intead of dollars. So it would go along something like this:
Me: *scans ticket, machine says is a winner* "We have a winner!"
Customer: *Eyes widen in surprise*
Me: "You have won ... two thousand, seven hundred and sixty ... cents."
Customer: *deflates at the mention of cents*
And now back to plotting that merry dance across eastern Australia ... I'll end with a Japanese quote:
人生 は 冒険 - Jinsei wa bouken (translated - Life is an adventure)
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