Paris Bennett - My other distraction today!

The REBORN again HOMOsexual!

I have been wondering why relationships do and don't work recently after walking with a friend through his apparent break-up recently. One real advice and this is talking about the supposed 'straight man' who has embrace his gayisms, is not to be enticed into believing that they are monogamous or wanting a monogamous relationship. Their animal instinct requires them to root and root till it is out of their system - you have to be a fool to believe otherwise. But then again - love is blind! Just keep your heart safe from people that will eventually hurt you.

Middle aged men who have just come out suffers from the same juvenile delinquency of wanting to try everything once in an 18 year old. They are now openly gay but are closeted in their sexual deviances - 20 years of denial cannot truthfully be cleansed in 2 months of Manhunt, Gaydar, Oxford St, The Peel or whatever that gets their rocks off. Nice just doesn't cut it R.

There is also the issue of building a reliable network of gay friends in which, for the very reason that they don't have any, will use yours to their heart's content. We need to stop all this abuse and therefore should be vigilant to the signs. The reborn again gay man is therefore unable to provide the necessary support that a gay relationship requires - they are mentally inadequate and can be quite the sexual piranha no matter how educated they can be on paper. Strip away the facade and see the truth for what it is.

Hang in there R - there is someone special out there for you and if not, I will always be here. Be good and be safe.

Beverley Knight - My ipod Distraction II

The plan coming out of this month's rather uneventful existence is to listen to a myriad of sound to acquaint myself with up and coming singers including those from Britain. So here is Beverley Knight in her I think 2004 album ... her sound is less to be desired if you are looking for Aretha but it is all about having the "feel good" response and that she does. Need to look at her newer albums to see how she has developed but here is a vid on youtube. There is also a rather distinct sound coming out of Britain vs. East/West Coast coloured singers which are refreshing at times.

Erotic!

OR

Do you find me attractive?

Come on honey...give daddy a kiss!

JAXTR!

Jaxtr Works!

A real dull weekend: But at least it rained!

20mm of rain but apart from that nothing exciting happened. Was up on the roof cleaning up the gutters. Helped Pa (Partner's Grand dad) move from his home to a high dependency unit. Although he was unhappy about selling up but it would be good for him since his medication will be monitored and all meals are taken care of. My task was to clean the old rooms - it was filthy big time. Of course mom was complaining how useless his daughters were - actually we were the only ones that turned up. Told mom not to expect anything from the sister in-laws anymore so she will not be disappointed. All the big things were moved and we were out of there in 2 hours.

And then we ended up looking at baths. Our small project i.e. walk in wardrobes have been ordered. I've converted the spare guest room into a wardrobe with 2.7 meter high sliding doors - 5 of them (2 mirrored). The plan is to transform the room into a music come relaxation room while looking at my clothes!! Talk about bizarre but that project will come to completion in 4 weeks.

Next is the bath. So here are some images of the bath and the art deco lighting that will go into the the art deco guest room. I can't wait to decorate ... it will keep me distracted for awhile.

Some other weird things that you probably wouldn't want in your house...

Ok not in the house but maybe in the Garage!

Oui Oui!

The evening walk through King William...

I am not my SINGER...

Mary can still remember the day her mom brought her to the factory. She was only 14 - her first introduction into the rag trade and an income of 25 yuan a day. Among hundreds of other workers in Guangzhou she felt small and isolated. Madam Wong spoke no English as she ordered Mao-like instructions accompanied by hysterical hand gestures for everyone to get to their seats while all around her encased in a big aluminium shell were masses of textiles and people intertwined. Then the rumbling began and there she stood finally understanding what was to become of her life in the blistering new economy. She aspired more for herself than this mere existence and allowed her desire to wander while tears rolled out of her eyes onto her hand laden with cotton.

It was a good but wet day in Mumbai. Santhi's hands were aching but she was happy. It was pay day and she was not going to waste it by going to her favourite bollywood movie theatre. She knew of her uncertain reality that India offered but she was not going to let the memories of her destitute upbringing stop her. She hated plastic and she hated the colour blue. She was a career woman now, having accomplished a degree in education while working at a clothes factory nearby her campus. The little time she could spare was spent on completing assignments while the rest nestled within the bosom of an old colonial building off Malabar Hills where royalty dwell. Everyday she would look out of her tiny window at those apartments while her Singer ravaged the disjointed seams finally taking whole.

White over white. All she could think about was the fear of being late for work. Her steps were measured and certain. Tatiana had 2 mouths to feed and a husband with an inclination for vodka that was pretty normal among Russian unemployed men. She was destined to partake the life that her mom had once lived and endured but no matter how hard she tried she could not fathom a life without this supposed normalcy. She loved her life, her kids for that matter and her pride carried her for many years but it was slowly getting tired; she wanted out but all she could see was the crystals on the ledge outside and the massive pile of winter threads by her feet. Threads she knew will keep others warm throughout the winter months for rubles that would hardly feed hers. Thumbed into reality, she clocked in and within minutes was busy accelerating the needles of her inter-locker without even understanding why and what the irony all meant.

The town could not survive without it but Joanne was certain that having this baby would be a good distraction not so long ago. She was afterall a pioneer; the first 10 hires in a business that stood for 20 years. Her loyalty should mean something. She had already picked names - it would be Ryan if it was a boy and Brooke if it was a girl when the announcement came. The business could no longer compete and production was being outsourced somewhere cheaper. Around her were bolders of cotton once turned into jeans, jackets and jumpers to warm American families. The rumbling had now ceased, the pause certain and the cotton no longer willing to be transformed. With a flick of the light switched, silence fell and she knew life will never be the same for her and her baby. Existence is the only thing that is certain.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Ergo Proxy - Another remake of AI gone wrong...

Still another 20 Episodes to go...beats reading the Manga, how sacrilegious!! I recommend this for the colour and the desolateness of Utopia.

Utopia is over-rated.

Good Girl Gone Bad - Rihanna...what the?

What can I say about Rihanna's new Album, " Good Girl Gone Bad"? Well you'd soon be hearing it pumping in all the clubs - half of the tracks reminds you of the time when Milli Vanilli went on a rampage for no other reason than to make a quick buck. This is just another album for the Clubbers - catchy in a bottomless pit kind of way and Rihanna has got what it takes to make it big...

I have to agree though that the album cover is A+.

Retraction .... My apologies Seumas!!

So here is formal retraction for my previous post which stated that John instead of Seumas had mentioned about drink spiking in Bears in the city #5. And my only excuse is...

Comply or Complain?

OK before I start here is Larry the Cable Guy... why you might add? It's because I think he is cute -beyond that, well lets not go there. I have certain rules of engagement - this will start off a whole series of innuendos that will leave straight people baffled or the gay ones thinking that I'm a big ginormous prick.

So back to where this all began - this disconnected thought. Often listening to a whole series of podcasts and political blogs, I've sat down many a times thinking about how I can make a difference. Being the person that I am, I have chosen to be an ignorantus - I have very little care about gay marriage because marriage itself is antiquarian/antiquated i.e. if you believe a ring makes a relationship then you're way off, way way off. I prefer wills and lawyers!

It is also an institution that propagates control - something very Nazi about it but disguised through the guile of law, acceptance and compliance with ribbons, much like religion. It justifies making babies kosher and trust me some people don't deserve to propagate; this you have to agree to a certain extent without being PC about religion and population growth theories of continual motion. "Oh there's a hole, lets stick it in there!". Your self-actualisation therefore should not be rationalised by rules made for others - others meaning heterosexuals.

Maybe that is why when I say I have very few friends it is because friends are hard to find and the thinking ones that are not stereotypically in-your-face gay are even harder. I don't know but I would like to meet people that are caring - what is wrong with a little hugging here and there, a cup of coffee over a decent fire or even just rugging up under the pergola in your daybed over a good book? Does the gay community require a new heart or is it experiencing heart burns where we can no longer buy someone a drink as a form of flattery at a pub?

I was also listening to the Bear in the city podcast (www.bearsinthecity.com.au) with John warning people to be careful of drinks being spiked @ some bear event. Strangely enough it really frightens me what people out there are capable of...maybe I am naive but maybe I have chosen to be neutral to people's intentions without first hand knowledge. My partner have always pointed out that it would be madness to live life with this in mind but I am a little of a madman whom is prone to be suckered out of a couple of bucks. He says I've lived such a sheltered life that I have to agree but I should think that homosexuals have alot of issues to deal with lest being taken advantage of by their own - it is just unethical and should not be encouraged.

My only advice to my friends out there is to take good care of the people you love coz they're not perfect and sometimes they too need you as much as you need them. And when you are out drinking, partying or whatever when alcohol or drugs are present, a designated driver please for the night - just make sure everyone gets home and buy each other a drink once a while because you deserve to be wooed by your peers!!

SPIDEY 3 - What the hell was that all about

Spiderman 3 sucks and if anyone say any different, they should be shot. I recommend spending your money somewhere else like Paris, J'taime or even Shrek 3 for that matter. Ms Dunst should be shot (Oh I can sing...look mommy its Whitney Houston on crack) and Mcguire for God sake, don't even try to act this time. You should just walk around naked - talk about 'mono' and what's with all the crying...give it up already. Superheroes don't cry, they kick ass!! OK they cry sometimes but not for 15 minutes on end over and over again.

So the movie sucked...you've noticed. And the soundtrack, pleeeze.

Congratulations to the Swannies!!

OK Port played well but was just over-powered!! The Sydney Swans did a real good job - they were pumped. The SCG worked well to their advantage. I sat glued to the game expecting the Power to gain some momentum but by the 2nd half it was pretty obvious that we were not going to make it. Is that why I have this nasty headache?

These are my hotties list - Matthews, Buchanan and Schnider!!

Have a great weekend!!

Thinking of all of you while looking at a rainbow outside my window!

Andrew.

John.

Peter.

Pinoyboy.

Brad.

Have a great weekend guys!!

Brooke Fraser - My new Ipod Distraction!

Shadow Feet



Deciphering Me....Japan in the rain!!



Arithmetic...

Where do I buy this ipod again?

ANDREW.....WOW What a sight!

CONGRATULATIONS...OHMYPOD!!

HAPPY 200th Peter & Pinoyboy!!!

Remembering Brother Joseph.

I was 22 when I went back to Art School - notwithstanding the fact that 22 was considered as "mature" for what I was about to embark on having given up the prospect of being an architect. The first time I saw Brother Jo was when he first addressed us in the big hall. The confusing part was trying to understand how religion and art (even the controversial ones) could dwell within a man of God. I never tried to understand his impetus for the very reason that it was far too sacrilegious to even consider. I found it personally intrusive.

I can still recall being 'summoned' into his office for handing out flyers to the student population to protest against rising fees. This I did alone coz Singaporeans, being in a somewhat intellectual Nazi state, lacked personal courage in general and I have always been keen to understand prior to agreeing to anything how things will affect my personal space. The silly thing was that I had a polka dot hat and everybody knew who it was. He was actually quite benevolent - I explained my situations, my concerns and the need to not take everything by face value.

Years later when I returned to work on a project with my old alumni; I remembered him saying how proud he was that old graduates were coming back to ye ole Singapore to make a difference. The funny thing is that he never thought and ever mentioned that I was a rebel and was quite concerned that I was leaving the project at one point. He told me not to leave until the job is done.

In a strange way, I stayed because of him and drew strength from the knowledge that he never judged nor criticised my youthful distractions. So today, I give thanks to him and his strength, honesty and faith. May he rest in peace and may God watch over him always.

Salutations to Andrew Faith.

So this is a personal post to say thank you to Andrew Faith for coming along to see me while I was in Sydney. It was a very uneventful day at the conference and he was a welcomed distraction.

Take great care of your back, hopefully your move will not be that bad, I liked Bruce - he made me tingle, the chesthair woof!!! and good luck with the diet. Make sure the duck is juiced out prior to consumption - loosing weight is a battle we cannot afford to loose.

Ciao for now!

Local Music SA

For all music fans out there...what local music has to offer. It is amazing what we don't hear about - thinking that Adelaide is this very quiet little corner in the South.

http://www.musicsa.com.au/multimedia/listen.aspx

My Astro Moment!

I wished upon a rainbow....

Autumn rain has finally arrived. Driving back home last night I caught sight of a double rainbow. I know it was not right but I took pictures while driving which is a big no no but decided to stop rather than make the mistake of crashing into the person infront of me.

One wish was for me and the other is for - I've made special requests for each of you:

Ross

Andrew

Zack+ 1

Brad & Quoc

Peter+ 1

Pinoyboy+1

John Ong +1

Kevin+1

Archer+1

Adam+1

Lee+1

My problem is that I believe in miracles so hopefully your wishes will come true coz it would be wonderful to see you all smile.

Take care guys and have a great weekend.

Loving the Rubber Duckie!!

Nuff said!!

Something for you Frog lovers...I'm sure you're out there....

Quite Scary!! MA++

Filling the Void....

Relationships are strange. I can remember how juvenile it must have been falling in love for the first time. The butterflies and the insecurities driving you mad to the point of being ridiculous. It feeds on you like a rampant virus not knowing what the boundaries of heart and mind are – clouding your childish judgement to the point of self-destruction.

A friend of mine is experiencing the same sort of dilemma. He is not new to the game of love but yet somehow this relationship has morphed him back to his youth. The partner’s advice is to keep out of it while I on the other hand would prefer to give him strength. The world is a very lonely place and sometimes people need people to make something out of nothing.

The cure is simple – if you want to call, call and if you want to email then email. The mind can never win over passion. Sooner or later you will begin to understand yourself better – where you derive your true strength that will keep you safe from emotional harm. There is nothing wrong with being needy – there are certain things that all of us require be it physical contact, emotional support or intellectual engagement. We are a bunch of damaged people – but we need to take it to somewhere that is positive.

Way way back, I remembered my own folly. Being 25, my idea of commitment was plainly the person that I will lay in bed with for the first time. Some might gather that individuals who take you through this process, experienced as they may be, are at the end of the day opportunists. We on the other hand are not victims but willing participants – we paid a price to get closer to what we truly seek. They had their purpose and we had our reasons. Having gone through a rather tumultuous 12 months, I have gained the strength I needed.

So to my friend, I say be strong - You will make mistakes, you will feel some guilt, you will feel that you are going nowhere but at the end of the day, the goal is never to feel alone again. Focus your energy on the possibility and open your heart to trust. And always remember that if it doesn't work out - try and try again coz you may loose some battles but there are some that is worth winning. And if all else fails, strategise... "the art of war" is the way to find your one true love within that battlefield you call Sydney.