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Name: Fabian
Birthday: 1/17/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: cars, bikes, music, planes...specially the ww2 variety...foreign language movies!..blah!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/6/2004
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| thoughts...they murder...not too clear on what the reason was...maybe its the attrition in my psychy caused by the feeling of loosing a job and not finding a subsequent one...mebbe its the cringing feeling of loosing a person i thought wud be an integral part of what i was...naahh...guess it was just the thought of leaving...yup..that's it...and the rumours...yeah the rumours dig in...is it true...naahhh...can't be..they're freinds...it shrouds judgement...clear ..uneluded thought of a rationale beign...clouded...gawd that sux!...but why the hellllll am i soo damn hung up on her...ok..here's advise..to whomsoever happens by it.....F%^#%#^....not woth it...SATAN's LAFFIN SPREAD's HIS WINGGGSSSS.....OH LORD YEAHHHHHHHHHh....ahhhh the solace to be found in the screeeching riffs and moans of black sabbath.......welll...the past couple of days was a collapse into a hole..and a climb out...all caused by having TOO MUCH TIME with nuthin to do... well work's taken care of that...beauty!...well...putting this down has definately been worth it...had to get it out somewhere...n where better than where somethin just sits and takes whatever u throw at it..no judegement...no presumptions...just attention..solid...attention | | |
| ...aaannnnddd its done...the deed..the motha..she's been wrapped..all tight n cozy in two sheets of plastic with a red sheet stuck down her throat..tightly bound and dropped 3 feet into a box on the 13th floor of RMIT...this slightly sadistic rant mirrors what i feel for the 20000 something worded farrrkkkinnn project that i wrapped up today...maann it's a weight lifted...and my completely stressed out compadre's will vouch the same..one especially visually oriented...with the universal acknowledgement of stress-releived...the bird..that good ol symbol of "F$#@ YOU"...well..was flipped it at me tho...left me wondering why...hmmmmm...anyways...its K...she be kool...well a big part of my existance for the last couple of months has been taken away..left a big whole really...maan wierd shit..regression anxiety from a project...damn...anyways...back to my views..however illogical and warped they may seem  ..................it's wierd...when i ain't driking...or completely outta my wonka...i have nuthing to write..hmm..excuse enuf to grab that holiest of holy drinks...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr maaaiiittteee!!!!... | | |
| sweet respite from the pains of advertising theory...GAWD if nightmares constituted words that frighten....then the words SITUATION ANALYSIS AND IMC top my list...for I've spent the last 10..ahem...9hours 25 minutes compiling third person crap for an 18,000 word submission, about TIMTAMS...(for those half wits like me who had'nt seen one of these chocolate covered fingers of heaven...well..that's exactly what they are)... ...on a mission along with three compadre's...three lovely women i may add.hehehehe...to delve in to the mystries surrounding the marketing and communication o f this STOOOPUDD DAMN BISCUIT>>>ARRGHHH....even the supposedly alcoholic flavoured ones don't work...maaann..I'd give an arm and a leg...well not a leg..but definately an arm for a good chill James Boags right now...notwithstanding the fact that my feet are frozen sold beneath me!...well..me poor lassies n I have weeks to go by the time we wrap this monsta up....it's daft how writing ones problems down..well..seem to have absolutely jack shit of an effect! ...hmm..been a while since I've added anyfing to this bloggggers nightmare of a page...welll tweety boid...it's another night that i'll be sayin g'nite to ya...signin off...NFS beckons  ! | | |
| MY BABY's BACK....and she weighs 55kilos....lovely ...n she still luves me...the baby being a black box of a cpu coupled with one hunka 19" monitor..that together..along with various wires and other "key" elements make up my BIG BAD KOMPUTAAA....it's been 4 months..but we're abck together...whirrin away peacefully...her 3 fans purr as i turn her on...ahhh sweet bliss...
..ahem..snap back to reality...am at a table at RMIT contemplating and furtively pushin the concept that 'branding' one's customers is'nt the way to go...and being slapped on the head with the idea in the process...the pursuit of marketing excellence continues... | | |
| ...the world of bloggin beckins...and I've answered...place to vent thy strife..anger..and futile humour that goes with what i can only describe as a life spent building close and amorouns relations with my computer and 'oh so comprehensive' online databases  ....for I've spent more time with either of these entities than creatures of human origin....words of affection and love pass by me to a beaming TFT screen each day i try to pursue it to reveal that coveted bit of information that wud lead to the closing of a 2000+ word essay..complete with "suitably refrenced" content....this brief yet "comprehensive" look into my life for the past month or so it a suitable introduction to what will be long and rather eventful (un) excerpts from my world... | | |
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