A big shout out.
The crew at STAMP media (past and present)
Today is my last day at STAMP Media. After being here for 6 months, saying goodbye is pretty tough. Spending so much time with the same group of people means you get close. Which definately makes this harder. So thanks a lot you dicks :p Really not looking forward to the end of the day. Tears will be spilt. Certainly a few of mine. And if the others don't get all teary.. well I have ways of making people cry... so let that be a warning to all you wannabe tough guys here. Its difficult to get across how grateful I am for everything you guys have done for me so all I can really say here is, thanks for making this experience a pretty damn awesome one.
Dirk and Terry
Also want to say a very big thank you to you guys for making this experience really great, I feel very lucky to have gotten you guys as host parents and also a big thanks for having me live in your house for 6 months - I know its never easy having someone come in and disrupt the daily rythm of life but thanks for doing it anyway :)
I've said this before and I'll say it again, but I really think its the people, not the place that makes an experience like this so incredible and I've been incredibly lucky with that so again, thanks everyone so much.
Anti-emotion
Right. Not tearing up. Manly thoughts.. Lions and fast cars and violent films. Growling. Beating my chest and howling out to the great beyond. Eating bloody steak. Killing a bear with my hands. Punching a shark in the face. Ok I'm done.
Winding down
This is not only my last day at STAMP Media but also my last full day in Belgium. I leave tomorrow at 17.30 (thats 3.30am NZ time on sunday morning). My flying time adds up to about 24 hours but with transit times included it adds up to a 30 hour bloody process. Bring on the pain.
I'm afraid there's not much else to say at this point in time - gotta embrace the final day right.
Final Belgium Post
Regardless this will be my final post from Belgium. I hope to continue my little blogging affair in a bit - not sure if it'll be on this blog, but I'll change the name to something more appropriate after my hiatus.
Cheers guys, thanks for reading, wouldn't have kept on going if you didn't :) (if only you'd known that stopping reading would stop me right?!)
P.S. Gonna be kinda strange not doing this every few days or so.. kinda become a big part of my life.. Hopefully I'll be back soon though,
cheers again,
This is the Belgiumcorrespondent signing out.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Hair, dying chickens, women and home sweet home
3 August 2010
Headless chickens
So its getting pretty close to leaving time now and things are fairly hectic. There's so much last minute stuff to do (as predicted) so its gonna be alittle frantic. Lots of goodbyes and rushing off to see people as much as possible and prowling the souvenir shops looking for anything that weighs under 5 bloody kilograms. Oh and packing. Well actually washing cause as I'm sure one can imagine (for anyone that knows me) I don't exactly get on top of my ever-increasing pile of dirty clothes. Nor do I wash them very often. Its funny cause I have a washing basket but a lot of my clothes get put in strategic positions around my room, just in case i get really desperate for a shirt or something - that way it isn't bogged down with the musk of other clothing in the washing basket. Just its own musk. Which I then proceed to bath in deodourant.
Why I am divulging these intimate secrets you may ask? No reason really. I'm just funny like that. Apparently.
Women
What is it with women and buying shoes that are uncomfortable? I mean honestly, buy some comfortable shoes - why buy the crappy ones if you can't walk in them to begin with? And if you really feel its worth the sacrifice to wear them despite the apparently agonising pain your going through every bleeding second, then don't go on about it all the time. I mean, don't put me through that pain just because you desired shoes which one might think has barbed wire in them.
A note on hypocrisy
I would like to note that I realise I'm hypocritcal in many, many ways so don't expect me to use the same logic when it comes to myself, on some, non-shoe related matter.
Hair
So Bert just cut my hair again. its considerably shorter but pretty good I reckon. The only problem with having a shorter cut for me is that I've put on a fair amount of weight here in Belgium, so I kinda look like a hampster. That said, its a hampster with damn nice feathered hair. The texture is amazing. And thats sober. Nevertheless I am somewhat streamlined. I'm sure there's a blonde joke in there somewhere - something about a blonde getting a hair cut so its more aerodynamic thus the plane flies her home faster. Or something. Adjustments definately required before I release that joke into the wild. Maybe I'll try get a sense of humour first.
HOME
If you've read this far (or luckily scrolled down to this point, skipping all my hard work), then you get to find out when I get home. I leave Belgium at about 17.00 on sat, and arrive in Auckland airport at about 11.00 Monday morning. Quite a bloody process isn't it? I'm guessing most of you back home will be working or at university at that moment so I'll have family time until later that day. Well. that night probably. Visitation rights start the next day I think. You can fight my mom on that if you want but my money's on her to be honest. Yes even Craig.
Man i just fully tripped out on Craigs name. It was like I was seeing it in a completely new way. You all know what I'm talking about right? right????
Will try for one last entry before I return to Middle Earth, so until then,
farewell my colourful infants
XOXOXOXO
Headless chickens
So its getting pretty close to leaving time now and things are fairly hectic. There's so much last minute stuff to do (as predicted) so its gonna be alittle frantic. Lots of goodbyes and rushing off to see people as much as possible and prowling the souvenir shops looking for anything that weighs under 5 bloody kilograms. Oh and packing. Well actually washing cause as I'm sure one can imagine (for anyone that knows me) I don't exactly get on top of my ever-increasing pile of dirty clothes. Nor do I wash them very often. Its funny cause I have a washing basket but a lot of my clothes get put in strategic positions around my room, just in case i get really desperate for a shirt or something - that way it isn't bogged down with the musk of other clothing in the washing basket. Just its own musk. Which I then proceed to bath in deodourant.
Why I am divulging these intimate secrets you may ask? No reason really. I'm just funny like that. Apparently.
Women
What is it with women and buying shoes that are uncomfortable? I mean honestly, buy some comfortable shoes - why buy the crappy ones if you can't walk in them to begin with? And if you really feel its worth the sacrifice to wear them despite the apparently agonising pain your going through every bleeding second, then don't go on about it all the time. I mean, don't put me through that pain just because you desired shoes which one might think has barbed wire in them.
A note on hypocrisy
I would like to note that I realise I'm hypocritcal in many, many ways so don't expect me to use the same logic when it comes to myself, on some, non-shoe related matter.
Hair
So Bert just cut my hair again. its considerably shorter but pretty good I reckon. The only problem with having a shorter cut for me is that I've put on a fair amount of weight here in Belgium, so I kinda look like a hampster. That said, its a hampster with damn nice feathered hair. The texture is amazing. And thats sober. Nevertheless I am somewhat streamlined. I'm sure there's a blonde joke in there somewhere - something about a blonde getting a hair cut so its more aerodynamic thus the plane flies her home faster. Or something. Adjustments definately required before I release that joke into the wild. Maybe I'll try get a sense of humour first.
HOME
If you've read this far (or luckily scrolled down to this point, skipping all my hard work), then you get to find out when I get home. I leave Belgium at about 17.00 on sat, and arrive in Auckland airport at about 11.00 Monday morning. Quite a bloody process isn't it? I'm guessing most of you back home will be working or at university at that moment so I'll have family time until later that day. Well. that night probably. Visitation rights start the next day I think. You can fight my mom on that if you want but my money's on her to be honest. Yes even Craig.
Man i just fully tripped out on Craigs name. It was like I was seeing it in a completely new way. You all know what I'm talking about right? right????
Will try for one last entry before I return to Middle Earth, so until then,
farewell my colourful infants
XOXOXOXO
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