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Planning to do an overseas marathon late next year, do you suggest doing Auckland or Singapore? (This year is a bit too close to organise everything)
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Auckland will be cooler and less humid so would likely be more comfortable for you to run in.Planning to do an overseas marathon late next year, do you suggest doing Auckland or Singapore? (This year is a bit too close to organise everything)
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Food? I've got the feeling this is going to be a cost that hits the pocket the most. What kind of costs a week will I be looking at here?
Other costs I've not thought of? Like any other bills other than Rent, FOXTEL/Broadband/Electricity?
What's the best way of organizing money? Are we best to work out approximately what we need per month for bills, open a new account and just both have a direct debit set up?
Do you pay rent weekly or monthly?
Any other things you remember when you first moved out that surprised you?
Just want a ballpark figure of what everything is likely to cost me before I start thinking about general living expenses...
What will I love? What will I hate?


Life is certainly cheaper if ur a vagatarianI don't buy a lot of meat probably. Well hardly any tbh.
Rates and insurance? (question mark, cause I don't actually pay these, as my flatmate who owns the flat pays this) And obvs water and gas.
Food I spend about $50ish a week, but you'd probably spend quite a bit more being a guy.
Imo:
You will love: complete freedom and not having to answer the question "where are you going" etc, from your parents all the bloody time.
You will hate: cooking for one, bills.
Dont mind: cleaning. Not much to it, unless you are an absolute slob.
A tip: raid your parents house as much as you can. Plates, blankets, etc. To this day I don't think I've even bought a towel, I took a whole bunch of towels before I left. I also have a great chair too, and a awesome glass coffee table that is next to my bed, as a bedside table.![]()
For people with tattoos - how did you come up with the design? If a tattooist drew it up, was there a fee of any type?
Wanting to get a tattoo with my Mum's name and my sister's name (both passed away), but as someone with no drawing skills or interests, I have no idea where to start designing. I was wondering if I went to a tattooist and told them my idea, would they spend some time helping me come up with a design, or would that be my responsibility? Not sure how the whole process works.
Or does anyone on here have good designing skills and would like to help me come up with some ideas?
For people with tattoos - how did you come up with the design? If a tattooist drew it up, was there a fee of any type?
Wanting to get a tattoo with my Mum's name and my sister's name (both passed away), but as someone with no drawing skills or interests, I have no idea where to start designing. I was wondering if I went to a tattooist and told them my idea, would they spend some time helping me come up with a design, or would that be my responsibility? Not sure how the whole process works.
Or does anyone on here have good designing skills and would like to help me come up with some ideas?
It was a humid day in Kuta, Bali. Two thousand and twelve was the year. I was about six days into an eleven day bender holiday with three friends of mine. The Indonesian humidity was fierce and unrelenting, Bintang cervezas provided a refreshing respite from the heat that beat down upon us and filled our bum cracks up with sweat. The entire holiday so far had been such a blur. From the moment we reached our hotel our diet consisted primarily of beer, with suspicious looking pizza and seafood being splattered out of us as quickly as it went down. In a drunken haze, some time that night two of us had decided to get tattoos.
We left the club we had been at what I would guesstimate to be about 1am and made our way across the dingy road to a tattoo parlour. It was shut, however as we made our way to the door for closer inspection, two Balinese men awoke from a slumber they had taken on the doorstep of the parlour and claimed that they could tattoo us instead. At this point, we were sufficiently inebriated to the point of not being able to calculate or process any potential risks or consequences by trusting these two men, and as such followed them down a few side streets to their home/tattoo parlour. It seemed pretty clean and there was pictures of previous victims tattoo’s hung all around on the walls. There was a bathtub to the left as you walked in, I’m not sure of its purpose but it was there. Further ahead there were one or two more rooms but my memory is very hazy. To the right, a computer with Windows xp capabilities and the bench where they would go to work on.
I had not put any thought in to what I wanted tattooed, I had no intention of even getting one until my friend had suggested it just 20 minutes earlier. When I was asked what I wanted, I was told to type it up on Microsoft Word that had been opened on the computer and print it off. Without hesitation, I sat down at the blank page and typed out ‘1870’. It looked a little plain so I decided to customise it with a new font, eventually settling for ‘Bradley Hand ITC’, I suppose because my name is Bradley and I took it as being a sign at the time. I then googled a picture of the Metallica ninja star symbol and copied that on to the page for the second tattoo. I decided the best course of action would be to get the 1870 tattooed on the fingers of my right hand and the Metallica symbol on my wrist/forearm. I then printed the page and sat down on the bench, absolutely shitfaced, and watched on as the artist went about tracing the printout straight from the paper on to my fingers. He then put on some gloves and finished the tattoo in about 5 minutes from what I can recall, there was that much beer in my belly I hardly even felt it happening. He then went on and completed the Metallica tattoo in about 10 minutes after some very nifty tracing work and pleased enough with the results, I smiled and said thankyou before being slugged with a $300 fee for his services. Well I was hardly in a position to say no so I was escorted to an ATM and took out the funds and we all made our way back to the hotel and called it a night.
I woke up in the morning and felt something on my hand. I pulled it out from under the doona and looked down, speechless at what I had laid my eyes upon. I was not in fact dreaming, this was a real tattoo that would forever be stuck on my skin no matter how hard I tried to rub it off. I now had to accept the fact that I had just gotten myself tattooed at a random Balinese man’s house with no recollection of where this place even was. I told myself I had AIDS or hepatitis and freaked out internally for a few weeks after that, but I soon grew attached to the tattoos and those thoughts went away eventually. Three years on and I still haven’t tested myself for anything, I guess if I had something I would probably know about it by now. I now look to them with the knowledge that if I’m still around in fifty years I will still be able to look down on them and remember that time I was a stupid young kid shitfaced in Bali and got myself a tattoo at some random place in the middle of the night. It’s a good memory for me.
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You have a really young looking hand.It was a humid day in Kuta, Bali. Two thousand and twelve was the year. I was about six days into an eleven day bender holiday with three friends of mine. The Indonesian humidity was fierce and unrelenting, Bintang cervezas provided a refreshing respite from the heat that beat down upon us and filled our bum cracks up with sweat. The entire holiday so far had been such a blur. From the moment we reached our hotel our diet consisted primarily of beer, with suspicious looking pizza and seafood being splattered out of us as quickly as it went down. In a drunken haze, some time that night two of us had decided to get tattoos.
We left the club we had been at what I would guesstimate to be about 1am and made our way across the dingy road to a tattoo parlour. It was shut, however as we made our way to the door for closer inspection, two Balinese men awoke from a slumber they had taken on the doorstep of the parlour and claimed that they could tattoo us instead. At this point, we were sufficiently inebriated to the point of not being able to calculate or process any potential risks or consequences by trusting these two men, and as such followed them down a few side streets to their home/tattoo parlour. It seemed pretty clean and there was pictures of previous victims tattoo’s hung all around on the walls. There was a bathtub to the left as you walked in, I’m not sure of its purpose but it was there. Further ahead there were one or two more rooms but my memory is very hazy. To the right, a computer with Windows xp capabilities and the bench where they would go to work on.
I had not put any thought in to what I wanted tattooed, I had no intention of even getting one until my friend had suggested it just 20 minutes earlier. When I was asked what I wanted, I was told to type it up on Microsoft Word that had been opened on the computer and print it off. Without hesitation, I sat down at the blank page and typed out ‘1870’. It looked a little plain so I decided to customise it with a new font, eventually settling for ‘Bradley Hand ITC’, I suppose because my name is Bradley and I took it as being a sign at the time. I then googled a picture of the Metallica ninja star symbol and copied that on to the page for the second tattoo. I decided the best course of action would be to get the 1870 tattooed on the fingers of my right hand and the Metallica symbol on my wrist/forearm. I then printed the page and sat down on the bench, absolutely shitfaced, and watched on as the artist went about tracing the printout straight from the paper on to my fingers. He then put on some gloves and finished the tattoo in about 5 minutes from what I can recall, there was that much beer in my belly I hardly even felt it happening. He then went on and completed the Metallica tattoo in about 10 minutes after some very nifty tracing work and pleased enough with the results, I smiled and said thankyou before being slugged with a $300 fee for his services. Well I was hardly in a position to say no so I was escorted to an ATM and took out the funds and we all made our way back to the hotel and called it a night.
I woke up in the morning and felt something on my hand. I pulled it out from under the doona and looked down, speechless at what I had laid my eyes upon. I was not in fact dreaming, this was a real tattoo that would forever be stuck on my skin no matter how hard I tried to rub it off. I now had to accept the fact that I had just gotten myself tattooed at a random Balinese man’s house with no recollection of where this place even was. I told myself I had AIDS or hepatitis and freaked out internally for a few weeks after that, but I soon grew attached to the tattoos and those thoughts went away eventually. Three years on and I still haven’t tested myself for anything, I guess if I had something I would probably know about it by now. I now look to them with the knowledge that if I’m still around in fifty years I will still be able to look down on them and remember that time I was a stupid young kid shitfaced in Bali and got myself a tattoo at some random place in the middle of the night. It’s a good memory for me.
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Thanks, it's about the same age as meYou have a really young looking hand.
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I've always thought the latter, as it means you can't just slow down around the cameras.Point to point cameras...
If you speed past them do they get you for that?
Or is it just calculating the average speed and then get you if you're over?
Just watch that show Tattoo Nightmares or Ink Master to get some ideas.For people with tattoos - how did you come up with the design? If a tattooist drew it up, was there a fee of any type?
Wanting to get a tattoo with my Mum's name and my sister's name (both passed away), but as someone with no drawing skills or interests, I have no idea where to start designing. I was wondering if I went to a tattooist and told them my idea, would they spend some time helping me come up with a design, or would that be my responsibility? Not sure how the whole process works.
Or does anyone on here have good designing skills and would like to help me come up with some ideas?
I've got one where I only pass one point. So either it's not going to pick me up if I speed or it can still get me if I speed past the actual point.I've always thought the latter, as it means you can't just slow down around the cameras.
Yeh I found something called renters insurance.
wtf is this
$50 on food per week does seem unbelievably low.
