My turn to do some bitching and moaning hehe.

Hello everyone, if you don’t know who i am yet, I’m Tamati’s parter Sarah (Cia for short).  Please excuse the lack of intriguing posts to come, i don’t seem to be as opinionated as Tom and his brothers… but i’m learning.

Wings all over us, healing the bleeding pain
Making us seize the day, helping us find a way.

Sarah and I have been together for 6 months now, which is crazy because its also the day we head off on our roadtrip!
She came down to visit some friends and me, and ended up just becoming a permanent fixture in my room… I can’t complain about how things have turned out though, its been a really good 6 months.

Back to the Roadtrip talk, First leg starts at 7pm tonight, up to the Big L.V Where I can charge/ set up ipods and rest up for our early morning trek T.A ways, for a night/ half day with Sarahs parents/ younger brothers. Friday we are meeting our parents South Auckland ways by the sounds of it, then we’ll be driving to whereever the family is setting up base for the next few days.

Saturday is strictly going to be at Port Albert (and by the sounds of it Auntie Katies afterwards) so Sunday will be a good chance to explore Northlands gorgeous beaches/ scenery.
Monday we might be able to afford a trip into Auckland, Ive promised to take Cia to Kelly Tarltons, Then its off out to the mount to visit Sarahs grandparents…

loose plan, we’ll see how it all comes together.

-Tama
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Antiflag are coming to the BDO, thats three bands I really want to see now

Basically just wanted to say fuck KDE in general, I am having a terrible time with the O.S in general at the moment, nothing is working the way its supposed too, instead of files opening under Konqeror as theyre supposed too, the O.Ss media player (kaffiene) trys to open everything, I get back from work, planning to check my emails/banking update my blog and guess what? more fucking bullshit, I cant even log into my adminsistrative account any more because of this bullshit Could not start kstartupconfig. Check your installation. I dont know weither Sarahs been fucking around with settings during the day, or weither this entire P.C is just fucked, and its really stressing me out.

You try asking someone who has the slightest clue on how to fix the problem for some help and they answer with “Learn the command line” fuck off, this is why Unix based Operating systems fail over and over again. Give me back my windows
/end rant.

FUCK.
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Update:
Now using Gnome (Ubuntu) not too bad, huge thanks to Rawiri for spending his much needed free time sorting this perplexing problem out, god knows how it got so badm Gnome is going to take some getting used too, but on the front of it, its a very nice system…

Far away, The ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories, Of the people who care if I live or die

After my last (violent – foul mouthed) post, I thought itd be good to follow it up with something a bit more reader friendly, maybee a post on a good movie I recently watched (and there have been many) or some music I have been enjoying (countless, countless artists who bring happiness to my soul) instead, Im going to start off by continuing the epic saga that is living next door to angry cretins in Petone.

One week to the day of our last (and very scary) run in with the creatures next door, Jason threw his 21st birthday bash.
A small affiar, 30+ people, more meat than any mortal man could eat on the BBQ, sun, some brews and of course good music.
The neighbors started screaming at us at around 7:30pm, so we ignored them, when they realised acting like the dominant baboons at the zoo wasn’t working they used an older tactic, they called the police and lied.

The police officers who turned up were much better than last week, talking to the neighbors, than, coming over to see what our side of the story was, Mike delt to them.
Basically the officers came over and said a complaint was lain, about someone at the party defecating on their house, and that we had illegal bonfore burning, the very friendly police officers failed to find any excrement, and asked if they could look at our back lawn, where they found a small brazier burning.
They then proceeded to go to back the neighbors and tell them to stop wasting their precious time.

Debate to understand, that we all have a flaw
Then fail to represent, your life as you know it.

I’ve been neglecting you all, and Theres been a fair bit going on, so I’m kind of kicking myself about it.
As the title of this post would suggest, violent times have fallen upon us, it all started on Saturday, while we were enjoying a BBQ in the sun.
I finally meet that jerkoff Finn, Who has had a mutually abusive interweb friendship with myself and Duff since the inception of the NZGamer forums, it was Danni’s 19th birthday, and we were all enjoying a few drinks.
at about 8:30, the good old neighbors started up, their shit feud with us is pretty well documented [1][2][3] This time however, the old man was brandishing an axe, something a group of half cut young men were never going to like… the shit storm began…

The next thing I rememberd, everyone was out the front of the house, verbally abusing one another, I (trying to act as straight as I could) tried to disolve the situation, telling the lady that if we both went inside and were quiet nothing would come of it, my rowdy friends however had a differnt idea.
As did her husband, and son.
After being verbally abused so many times I said *Look lady, you fuck off, and we’ll fuck off and theres no problem* her son didnt like that, replying “what did you say to my mother” commendable I must admit, if someone spoke to my mother that way Id get amped up too, however my mother doesnt swear like an indian butt pirate, or threaten the people who live around her.
So I done the only thing someone who had been drinking all night could, I told him to fuck off too, and what did I get? the little shit tried to jump the fence while taking a swipe at me, on that note, I decided to step back and let someone a little more sober do the talking.

Sooner or later the Police turned up, one of Jasons mates had called them as soon as an axe was brandished over the fence, what did they do? Patronize the “drunken teenagers”, tell us there never was an axe, instead beleiving the neighbors when they told everyone it was a peice of 4 by 2.
1) Even if it was (which it wasnt) a peice of 4 by 2 shouldnt the police have done something? I mean a peice of 4 by 2 is still a weapon, Ive played streets of rage, I know that
2) When someone says the person next door has threatend them with a weapon as dangereous as a fucking axe, you should at least investigate it.

on that, Ive lost complete faith in the New Zealand Police.

no longer easy on the eyes
these wrinkles masterfuly disguise, the youthful boy below

The A75 is dead, Need a new camera before we head up north, also need a new cell phone for work (hopefully by the end of the week)