Friday is the new Thursday...

This image was in a park in London. I was alone and waiting for a friend and this sign was... how do you say... really surreal but not surprising?

Still waking up this morning, its meant to be about 35 degrees today but left the air conditioning on all night and I am frozen. If we arent whinging its too hot, its too cold.

My mate Chem, Jane and I were hunting for a piercing parlour on Sunday cause they both wanted to be spontaneous and get a piercing. They were also slightly intoxicated so it could have had something to do with it, so we were walking around the city and discovering that piercing people still respect the sabbath it seems and every single one was closed. Jane hadnt gotten the courage to get one for a while. The last time she did, she walked into the store, and a dwarf walked up to her to ask her how he could help. She froze and backed back out of the store. So since we couldnt find one, we ate mexican food and then danced in a pub, telling each other what they had to dance like. My dances were, a broken photocopier and the global financial crisis. Nailed it.

Work this week was tough, challenging and really pushing me. With the combination of adjusting back here and feeling pretty uncertain about the future and where I want to go, it was just one of those weeks where I will look back and go, yeah I like that week now, but at the time, who is up for a scooby doo marathon??

I find I dont often enough talk about music here. When music really helps people keep walking, thinking, dreaming. Florence + the Machine and her song "Swimming" keeps running through my head and makes me smile.

Cockroaches have eaten half a painting I painted, which is a bit sad because of the meaning behind the painting originally, but a friend of mine pointed out, if you dont hate the cockroaches and actually put little name tags on them, they have become art critics. So... what you saying about my art? Reconstructing the interpretation? That sounded like an art term.

I am never going to need this fireplace in my room and it takes up a perfectly good wall where my piano could go.

clicking "Next blog"

Have you ever, gotten bored of say.. what I have to say on here and up the top right clicked "next blog". I thought I would find this amazing variety of deep and interesting blogs. Nope. I clicked 10 times and in those 10 times, 6 of them were "Moms" with photos of their child/ren and christmas and talking about how happy they feel to pack up christmas decorations and welcome in 2010 and that Luke doesnt sleep well at night. Is this for Grandma? One blog was about a dead Pakistan man who has a blog with his eulogy on it, and another was a technical blog that looks like noone reads.

Oh wait, then someone clicks to mine and then clicks "next blog". I thought it was interesting anyways.

Sydney, home?

I swear I am the king of procrastination. I fear it and I live it.
My UK trip came and went and it was simply, right. From the moment I landed I was back in a place where I somehow connected with back in 2005 and instantly found my playground and world where I could be anyone and meet new people and have a new life. When I landed there a few weeks ago, I felt that sense again and I think it never grows old. Well, my young age tells me that, but I am sure it probably does.
I met people I was meant to meet, I saw people I already knew and also had closure to other situations. Didnt expect it to be as important as it was and I left feeling gutted, simply because when you have lived in two places in the world, a piece of you will always be in both and it will remain that way.
I could sit here and write amusing anecdotes about my trip, and treat this entry like a travel journal, but I wont. I got those memories and photos, and have already talked about the trip to a few mates, so its out of my system.
Though I saw a lady yesterday, walking through the Domain yesterday, midde aged, lost and had rainbow coloured socks. She just kept walking to a place in the grass, standing there, then going to another, then moving again. Restless, and like some chickens, people can be restless too. Speaking of chickens, Denis, my pet chicken died. Sad moment but alas, it happens and she lived 8 years and starred in a youtube video, and not many chickens get to do that, but I guess more and more do, in this era. So RIP Denise.
Back to closure, me and my friend Heather accepted we were going different ways a lot and learning to have a new kind of friendship where we wont rely on each other as such, because it never really allowed someone else to be that person for us. I know for myself it ruined a past relationship for me. And so now I feel quite free, that a major reason like that, which held me back, makes future look promising.
I am back in Sydney and its bloody hot, and I do love this place and the laid back yet also fickle people here (they exist everywhere, for those who think Australia is some dreamy visually stunning place with beer drinkers, full stop). And will always see this as my home, but I am not giving up on UK and life there, I will be back there one day, and like a mate said today, "you are so impatient Lloyd, do your time and make the most of here". Which is very true.
A cockroach just twitched on my floor, didnt really put up the notice to them yesterday about the insect bomb I launched yesterday, oh but now they wish I did. Oh, that joke now made me feel a bit of remorse.
Work is tough simply because its post holiday period and also was a reason why I burnt out at end of last year, but with new focus I am sure it will be fine. 2010 is another decade of ramble and hope.

Dedicated to Denise, the chicken. ?-?-2003? to 8-01-2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5U9uBXSaI3k

things just happen... slowly and fast

Got back from a photoshoot a few days ago.. which was the first big one for me. It was an intense (mainly because of the 2200KM drive to QLD and back) and interesting time. Got to know work mates even better and we managed to get some great images we were all proud of. One of those moments where all the hard work and energy pays off. But I got a sore throat on Day 2 and it got worse and worse and lost my voice, which was amusing to all, well for me for about half a day.. so it looked like everything I had to say was a secret. That joke got old Matt. I was left with the cleaners from one of our hotels and had to try explain we had left a pillow behind, with no voice. they made smart jokes about I am sure my girlfriend is happy I have no voice and to take my rubbish I left. Since when do cleaners NOT clean up rubbish??? Id say fire them.

Hit a wall Saturday evening after managing to find some accommodation finally! It was a Bates Motel and Kevin found a hooker shoe under his bed. I kind of just collapsed on my bed and had a bit of a cry. Wow typing that sounds so pathetic, but just was exhausted and didnt realise how sore my whole body was with sickness and how tired I was. Emotions huh.

The plan was to head to UK on 22ND for Christmas, but sadly Heather has to head back to Sydney cause a close family friend has suddenly died. So I would be in UK by myself.. so looking like I am pushing it back to post Christmas. Also so I can get healthier before I fly. Now I may or may not know what the Obamas feel like sometimes. But I guess it means I can have christmas with the family now. Will be the first time all us kids are there for christmas since 2002. That is kind of cool.

I finished my writing course, it was a load of crap really. First few weeks were cool then it turned into a bad grade 10 english comprehension class that was open book. It taught nothing and I was really disappointed. So dont ever do a Sydney Writers Centre online course. Just in case anyone was thinking of it! But I did learn a bit and will attempt, no I... will (correct attitude noted) write some more stuff.

Now I am stuck watching Oprah again so need to change the channel.

Attempting

So I have done two weeks of the course and apart from the annoying woman's voice who teaches online, it is quite interesting and going through a lot of good points and stuff.... see my writing is improving already! Good and stuff hey.

My sister had her engagement party last night. It was really cool, to just see so many extended family members there and people I havent seen in years. Though the sad part was I doubt that we will ever have any massive parties like that again in my family home. But the good thing was Dad and Mum could both come and there not be any awkwardness, its been 4 years since it all ended so time does really move forward things.

My neighbour got plastered and it was hilarious. Mostly christians at this party and then my neighbour, who is a middle aged typicially Australian lady, calling everyone "luv" and continuously drinking cheap wine. It was my favourite form of entertainment for the night, she is awesome. So much more real than others there.

Here is my first assignment. We had to write a paragraph of the opening of a novel. To try and grab the reader's attention:

"They said they were running 5 minutes late, but looking at the clock, it was another twenty minutes since I answered my mobile. I hope they like my shirt... Did I even wear the right shirt? Short sleave, black and blue chequered, lapels on the shoulders. Denise, with the green broach, said she never trusts someone with a short sleaved shirt. But I didn’t know this was going to happen today, but Denise is right, I wouldn’t trust me either nor did this room. It pushed at me, an unwelcome visitor, even my aftershave was intruding on the rich smell of home, that someone called home. My black shoes, almost hovering on the cool tiles, detached from the silence that kept this place in the past."

And then second assignment was to write a personals ad for someone really not similar to you and then someone that the character knows has discovered it, so the character has to justify it:

"Part 1:

45 year old female, recently single, dog massage therapist. Attractive, lives with her four dogs and has own car. Seeking mature man who reflects the same passion for human’s best friend and is a non smoker. A man who does not like cricket and enjoys a glass of wine at night.

Part 2:

Lucy,

I know you may say it is too soon, but a woman must move on. Your father has passed on, at least six weeks ago and I have needs too. Why were you even reading the classifieds? Where you looking for something yourself? I didn’t even knew you read the newspaper!

I do not have to justify my desire to send this ad in, I wrote what I did because I believe it’s the next step. And do not hound me about the cricket comment, because I may have pretended to like your father’s love of cricket, but it was your father’s love of cricket that truly drove him to his death, that or the smoking. And so I simply would like a man who would prefer to hang the washing out with me, or teach Daphne to talk. By the way, Daphne is the newest cocker spaniel, I don’t think you have met her, absolutely gorgeous.

And yes, I may not have been as stunning as when I was 40, but the dogs do take it out of you. My customer base is growing and my talent with dogs simply is reflected by the demand. A man who supported me in this and who was even willing to learn to massage canines too, would be a great load off my shoulders.

So please respect my decision, just as I respect yours and the ever so slow grief you are going through over your father. And I am not an alcoholic; I just respect the culture surrounding the intricate taste of wine with my meal at night.

Love Mum. "


I have been having a lot of fun writing it. Recorded here, for the sake of... the internet and stuff.

Booked...

I finally booked in for the creative writing course. I opted for the online class, so I can do it at evenings and when I can. Probably also means I still have the phobia of going to a new place, where I would sit in a class room full of strangers, when really I do that everyday.. walking around the streets (not in a homeless way).

So it starts Monday October 25th. I am going to put out here whatever I am made to write each week. That way I will be on top of it. Sounds good ahuh.

Heather flew back to UK a few days ago, but I am not THAT concerned cause I am gonna see her at Christmas when I fly over there. But yeah sucks we dont get to hang as much, but life is life! No whinging here.

Last night went to a dance called "Polly's". A mate of mine describes it well, he says its like a church dance in a run down hall, run by old gay uncles. It is nothing like you have ever seen before. You feel like you are in a daggy hallmark movie, but its so fun. Noone cares and you just have fun with friends. Dancing non stop for about 4 hours, with an amusing show half way through the night. It was amazing as usual though Chem threw a toilet brush at Ross and Ross wasnt that happy about that, as the toilet brush landed in his cubicle and onto his head. Chem was a tad tipsy obviously. I had a woman attempt to kiss me, she was dressed up as a french slut I think (it was french dress up theme). Though dodged the bullet, her hideous lipstick landing on my ear.

My faith is being sparked again, I feel a book I am reading called Velvet Elvis, that my friend Phil originally gave me last year and never read but then a friend lauren sent it to me last month, is really helping me. It talks about God in a way that people would understand, and not this judgemental representaton the church has of him. Like the simple fact that anyone can talk to him. Not just the ones who are "accepted". And no I am not preaching. I am just excited I feel some relevance again with the whole spriritual side of things. I am loving it. Missed it.

The life spin..

So its now October, 2009. The 14th.

My dog died, Sister got engaged and I bought a new remote control. The old one I kept banging on the ledge of the glass table too much to get it to work and i cracked the table and accepted I would go purchase a new one, with more padding.

Todd, the dalmation who I was given when I was 15 (10 years ago) had a fit and died. He had fits everyday (not the deadly kind) and not the literal kind, so it was suited he went out this way. Dont get me wrong, it was sad and the poor fella died of heat stroke too, but I am glad he went out in style. He escaped with our other dog Riley the golden retriever on a Friday night about a month ago, and ran around the neighbourhood for 2 days... non stop. Finally he was found but the silly dogs couldnt find any water.. hence the heat stroke. RIP Todd. Is it bad that I sort of feel free though a bit. I have moved out of home and was paying 10 bucks a week to my brother and sister in law for them to feed him back at the family home... and now dont have to find a new home for him (he had...social ... issues).

Sis got engaged a few weeks ago. It was a bit of a shock, but she is happy and ready for it. So I just gotta get a wedding mix of CDs or some crap ready. Love shack and.... Grease yeah?

Work is non stop, but I love it. I am constantly challenged and thrown in the deep end. I could talk about the models and the photo shoots, but I wont. Its not why I have this space. But lying on wet grass on a random soccer oval, holding an aussieBum surfboard, being shouted at to "curve" the unbendable surfboard so it fits in the shot better, and having the model pretty much standing right on top of me in his undies, is just bizarre. I mutter, I am so glad I dont work a city office block job in a suit and tie... The best part of that day was when I got to film with the video camera, behind the scenes footage. Its what I love to do, but its stupid how I shy away from it, simply cause its my passion. Unlike passionfruit.

2 months until I go to UK for Christmas! Magners Cider here I come. And the tube.

Tigh came for his second visit to Australia. It was a great month, was rocky at times but overall I think was another good experience. Though sadly he has to go to his country and I stay here. Emotonally I shut down simply cause I dont beleive in long distance. Along with I think we both got a lot of growng to do. So the whole thing was left up in the air and no idea what to do... it sucks.


IKEA lamps were on sale too. But I didnt get any cause hey, I dont want to look gay do I...

Fleeting forward

I moved out of home a month ago.

I never thought it would be that easy. I used to have nightmares about the day I would have to say goodbye to that home down in south Sydney, but no, it was a simple goodbye and then drove out the driveway and off into the inner city.

I think it was because I had already lived out of home and coming back home I had always felt wrong being there, like I had gone backwards.

So I now live in the inner west of Sydney, 7 minutes from work and anything else really.

Have you ever gotten a belt loop on your jeans stuck on the door latch at work as you walk out of the bathroom in front of everyone? Nah neither.

Work is amazing. It has given me a whole new push in life. I am vitalized, happy and feel so confident. I dont dread work and love everyday of it. Its challenging and I have so many random things to do. Help organise photo shoots, castings, marketing, promo and pr, production etc etc. A world of opportunity. I am so thankful to have been given this position and I am moving faster than ever before.

Though a canvas I tried to hang in my room today is buckled. That sucked.

Tigh is here again in 2 weeks. It will be pretty awesome! We had a fun time 4 months ago, and we are off to Cairns and other places. I have never been that far north before, I cant wait to just feel some heat and get away from drizzly Sydney for a few days. And also to just go exploring in a place I havent been before so I cant act like I know everything about it. I get the crap paid out of me for that one!

I am so busy with twitter for aussieBum and facebook that I dont get much chance to use this much. alas, it happens hey.

A birthday: A quarter of a century

So I turned 25. And had a good set of people celebrate with me for my birthday. Family dinner at tapas restaurant, where my family had no idea what the hell tapas what, let alone sangria. Multicultural family we are!
Then on the Saturday I had mates come with me for drinks. I decided to throw caution to the wind and let my mates who didnt know each other, all come along and just let them interact. Now that was interesting.. Good job boys!
Work is really quite intense. I help organise photo shoots, meetings, castings... I run the twitter and facebook pages. I have strange gay men messaging me who are stoked I work for aussieBum. I am being really pushed and out of my comfort zone. But I love it, I feel alive!

I hopefully have found a place to move to and I will finally be able to move out of the family home and be myself in Sydney. Not trapped in the family home, not like its really trapped but just, its very much about time I was in my own place.

Eurovision is on and amusing as always. How do all the songs sound the same??