Skin.. is it ever comfortable?

So Christmas happened, and it faded into the night, but christmas lights still turn on night after night since. It is that prolonging of "its not over, its not over" when really, guys come on, it is.

But Happy New Year!!

I have been spending the past few days in an empty house, full of new smells of a new kitchen and loungeroom. It isnt my home anymore as such but hey, why not enjoy the new stuff! I love being alone in this house. It kind of fuels so many distractions for me. Debateable if that is a good thing.

Heather and I head down the coast tomorrow to go camping. Our last getaway before she moves overseas. It will be good, even though my camping gear is shithouse. I found a water tank thing, a gas stove and a rusty stand for it, and a table that has a leg missing so, will find a few rocks to maybe hold it up?

The guy on the phone when I booked it, sounded pissed off that I was even booking a camping site. That or he has some sort of insect bite and was unpleasant due to that.

Yesterday I was going downstairs to answer the door to meet my old friend Jenna when i got tangled up in my thongs (flip flops, jandals) and trod on my toe and it cracked. Today it is swollen and purple. Looks fake in a way, like i paid a cheap makeup artist.

I feel so disconnected in a way, like i am unplugging myself from the past year, and blowing out the dust and ready to plug into 2009. Its pretty standard for people to do that I guess. I know the next year will shape me a lot and I feel more comfortable in myself. I am fitter, healthier looking and more confident. Though I still trip over my own toes and break them. Irony?

The camping trip will be my time to write more and just relax and reflect. Heather got me a gift voucher for a writing course which meant to so much to me, I need to challenge myself more with that, and continue with that dream to make and inspire.

Tigh reminded me that I need to keep living for now as well. Not to strip away the future with thinking too much.

2009... come on... come on..

Merry Christmas...

Hey All

I have been terrible and slack again, just when I thought things were going well and in routine.
I am finishing up at work for the year this week, its been good and bad, but hey most jobs are! I have settled in fine, and have a review tomorrow, lets see if I get rehired!

Life wise, I am getting there. The time to be myself and be single is really helping. I am in routine, I go to the gym 4 times a week, looking and feeling better. I think more about what I want to write about (the actual writing part hasnt happened yet!). And I also read a lot more.

I have seen Neal a fair few times in the past months, it has been good, always good to see him and appreciate the person he is. Our future together though, there is no point looking at, cause I need to stay where I am at, and its doing me good. And I can see Neal learning and working a lot about himself out too. And if someone comes along for him, then cool, I would be happy for him.

My plans for overseas are still scheduled... for end of next year. Though EXACT dates are yet to be worked out, I have some debt to my Dad! That is my priority.

Our house is almost done with the kitchen installed yesterday and everything else just needs a coat of paint. Bit weird, Andrew and Jo move in on the weekend and its kind of like I dont belong there anymore. It is like it has become someone elses house now and I am the boarder upstairs. Treading on egg shells. It doesnt help when my Dad reminds me that I shouldnt hang downstairs much. Right.. thanks Dad. I feel so welcome and at home. Andy and Jo dont care and want me to treat it like my home, but yeah its still their home and still their dream. I dont want to cramp it. It leaves me feeling a bit.. restless and uncertain.

Holidays coming up and Christmas. I am more looking forward to the holidays bit. Christmas is just odd now. The little kid Lloyd inside of me would shed a tear.. but hey life changes. Maybe one day when I have my own family and partner etc it will be a cooler experience. Not the present where I have to work out when my mother and father wont be seeing each other but still have some kind of forced christmas with them both on the same day, just different meals, along with my siblings. And my father asking me to go to his side of the family's lunch cause I am "welcome to". Right... but his side of the family look at me like I died. And one of the cousins doesnt want to talk to me cause being gay is "wrong". I dont waste my time.

Heather leaves in under 2 months now. I am so happy for her and the adventure she will have. I try not to think how weird and hard it will be not to be able to hang with her anymore.. but just be able to use skype. But hey... its karma, I buggered off and left her here, now its my turn! In a way.. not the same but yeah.

So here you go, and tigh, there you go :)

Till later.

Chiro... GP and Bed

So this week has been interesting.. discovering that "whiplash", a word I have heard since I was a kid, is quite under rated.

I got to work on Monday, was doing the usual tasks I do on a usual Monday in usual Sydney, Australia. Then by about 10am.. I felt my neck was quite sore and tight, as was my back. I told a few people at work and they said "oh no, you need to see someone, cause whiplash can take a while to appear".... so what do I do? I look up "chiropractor" online and find one round the block from me. How convenient. Whether the chirpractor was what I needed, I didnt know, I was walking blind.

I arrived at the chiro, a few hours later. First thing I noticed, it took a rediculous ammount of effort to open the door. You would think.. that at a CHIROPRACTOR that the door would be easy to open. I greeted the receptionist, filled out paperwork then sat down on the lounge. Why was the lounge, facing the bin? And the giant flatscreen Tv on the wall was to the right. So everyone with sore necks and backs had to turn their necks on the lounge to see it. HM.

So I meet the chiro and walk into the room. He asks me to dress down, into a gown. Ah.. ok? He leaves and I then forgot to ask him whether he means underwear too, or not? I decide to just go the whole hog and be naked under the gown. This is not me, just a model showing he enjoys the gown. Though I think everyone looks awkward in them.
He comes back in and looks at my neck then decides to give me x-rays. So after holding a broom up in a dark x ray room, I am then allowed back to the consultation room, trying to make sure my gown doesnt open up the back.. By this time he has noticed I didnt have underwear on, but makes no comment.

He gets a massage therapist called Trent to come in, discuss with me about his weekend of concreting, while he massages my back. He is quite hot and likes boat sheds.

The chiro comes back, tells me to fall back into his arms, whatever for? Well as I discover, to crack my back when I wasnt aware this was to happen. I hate it when people crack their knuckles, so this was just, disturbing to hear that crack come from my back.

He arranges another visit with me for the following day, I pay the woman called Jo at reception then leave. I feel a tad worse after and go home from work.

The second visit the next day I changed down JUST to my underwear, after I was embarrassed to discover I didnt need to be totally naked. After another massage from another guy, not Trent, and who didnt talk, and another back crack, it was over. I decided not to go again.

So today, being Thursday, decided to sit at home and just rest my back. Whoever thought it would be this much effort for whiplash? I have heard too many horror stories about whiplash to not take it seriously right now.

And my chicken is laying again. She went through menopause and didnt lay for 2 years, and now she is again. Menopause just didnt suit her, good old Denise.

I got to chat to my good buddy Phil on skype earlier, and catch up with his news. He moved to USA a few months ago to persue the man he loved, which is beautiful and they are really happy. So that has made my day hearing about how well it is going. Plus I got to eat cocoa bombs this morning, my sister wont ever know I nicked them. Well, she will, the box is now empty.

It WAS going to be a quiet Sunday..

I got some jeans on Saturday. And got accused of being a swinger with Heather at a gay bar... That was my Saturday. Always a good time though!

Sunday... Heather and I drove to Newtown to go to the Newtown Festival. It is an annual markets/live entertainment event, and its very laid back and alternative to an extent. Just a good day for all really. Heather was going to meet up with a guy that she knows, and I said I would give her time to hang with him so went off to explore by myself. Before too long, a mate of mine I hadnt met in person yet, called me up to ask what I was doing.
"Walking around markets by myself".
"Well come with me to a cat shelter to pick up a kitten to cheer up my depressed friend".
"Oh ok, sure, why not, sounds random and you know.. crazy and stuff."
So he picked me up (forty minutes later, which involved me standing on a street corner, watching women get way too excited about cheap BBQ's outside a hardware store). He was driving a BMW and had the sunroof open and some House music on. I jumped in, he seemed nice and chatty and off we went.
Sometimes I wonder why I dive into these situations.. This was to be one of them.
Within 5 minutes, I didnt like the song that was playing and asked him to skip it, he looked across at me and gave me a bit of a shocked look. This made him not look at the road, and yeah he drove up the ass the taxi in front.
An arguement with a taxi driver followed while I stood there, then walking to where parts of his BMW lay and picking them up for him. We drove off, while the cab driver stood there still shouting at him, after they exchanged their details. A little while later, turns out we are picking up his friend he is getting the kitten for. By this stage he was on the phone to his insurance company through handsfree and explaining what happened. I got a call from Heather, asking where I was, and realised I needed to get back to the festival, this was taking way too long. So I excused myself and walked up the street, beginning to notice I had whiplash.

I called my buddy Wayne, who was free to hang out, so we did this, had lunch, then lay in Hyde Park, where my other buddy Chem met up with us. The rest of the afternoon was good.


Chem dropped me home, and Neal called me to ask to hang out, I was a bit tired but decided I should see him, even though neck was quite sore by then. I arrived home just as Dad was visiting, but said hi bye to him and left. I heard off my brother later that Dad was so surprised about my social life, how I come and go, literally.

So Neal and I had some wonderful Maccas... and had a good, honest chat. Another debrief of why we ended and having more hindsite in how to respond to that. It was good, yet sad though, realising there might not be much hope for us and so looking at a future without sharing it. Well, sharing it to the point partners would. The night ended with me saying goodbye and getting out of his car, as he sped off suddenly, his numberplate "FI5H" moving away down the street and turning the corner.

Monday Morning now, my back is killing me, and so lets bring on this week.. and fast.

Change and Friday

Well as we all know, Obama got in. I watched like the rest of the world. It will be one of those moments of, where were you when you found out Obama was declared president? It seems like exciting change and I was moved when I saw a civil rights representative saying he thought he would never see this day.

I was at my computer at work.

It is another Friday. Another week, and its one more week to Christmas. Isnt that worth mentioning..

Last night I went with Neal to see Priscilla. Yes, with Neal, and yes.. to see Priscilla. This is a musical based on the movie Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Pretty much about Sydney Drag Queens travelling to Alice Springs (middle of Australia) and they sing a lot, and lots of trashy songs. Was quite entertaining and we scored the tickets for free (Thanks Andrew!!) And it was a good night all round. Though there was an incident involving cocktails and a guy giving us the wrong ones, and said they were the right ones. Wrong ones, are not right ones.

I had fish and chips today, but naturally the fish was grilled.. my stomach did approve though the effort at the gym this morning.. ok stop there I am sounding way too..

So yeah we had lunch on the grass near my work, cause it was one of the guys leaving things.. but we were sat in this big circle, and it felt all rather Christian like. And there was awkward conversation. I had finished my lunch quickly, as usual and sat there on the see-saw (noone else sat on the see-saw) and listened in. But it was that quiet sometimes that.. I didnt know how to leave, without feeling like I had to make the announcement I was leaving to get back to work. So, of course, refused to cave into social pressures, and just stood up, and left silently. When in doubt, walk away?

Dont take my advice, it might not be reccomended.

Going out tonight, and tomorrow night, and exploring markets on Sunday. Updates... maybe.

Enjoy weekends everyone.

Skeletons in the walls

I got home on Friday night, after the big fun Halloween party, and my brother had gutted all the walls downstairs. This wasnt because he was bored, but because he is renovating our house, since he has purchased half of it and moving in with his wife. I am quite the guy to get sensitive about memories etc, since this house has been my home for almost my entire life, so to see it gutted as such is quite surreal. Anyways... back to the topic, he found a rat skeleton in the wall. This seemed quite fascinating to me, cause I love symbolism and this totally represents we had rat skeletons in walls in the family home all these years.

So back to the Halloween party. Was a lot of fun! I DIDNT drink too much and DIDNT dance though. I did stumble across an amusing mask that looked more odd than scary, and had a lot of laughs. Was sad though cause a lot of the crew I wouldnt see again since they were all moving back home to different parts of the world. I left at 12, went to the train station, some guy decided to piss behind the garden I was sitting next to on the platform. He was infuriated when a guard told him off and fined him. His excellent haircut, and good dye job ranting around the platform, stumbling a tad. I reported all this to my mate Nick who was listening on the other end of the phone in Florida. Happy Halloween!

On Sunday (Saturday was not much of a highlight, apart from driving with a friend at rediculous high speeds in an Audi A6 through the national park at 1am) Anyways.. Sunday, Heather and I went for a walk along the coast in the national park near me. Was great, and we had chicken salad rolls, then fresh pineapple. Heather leaves in less than three months, and so its valuable time to do adventures, like we did on the weekened. See a pictures below. Looks a tad non Australia, but.. it is.

Halloween?

Halloween, a holiday that has been imported to other countries, successfully and unsuccessfully. As a kid, I assumed it was an odd holiday in E.T. When they put a sheet over him and made him walk around. I grew up thinking it was pure evil and one day me and some friends were singing a kids song that had the word "ghoul" and "witch" in it. I was called over by my friends Dad and told off for encouraging the younger kids to sing such a sinful song. I was 9, and quite confused as to why.

So now tonight is my first Halloween. People from work are having a big party, semi celebrating the handover of work with a major film we have been working on. So its a big piss up really, and I am going to be social and you know, have fun and stuff. Will probably end up drinking a little too much, dancing a little too much but everyone liking me for it. Funny how thats the case.

Not much planned for the weekend yet, but I am so shit at remembering stuff like that I say maybe to everything and then when the actual events come around I dont go to anything since I have either a) forgotten or b) forgotten. Though Heather and I will go on some adventure on Sunday probably!

Neal, well we have had a few more chats, it seems it is going to be too hard to be friends. Seeing him become a zombie in front of me, because he is disconnecting emotionally (totally understandable) just plain sucks. To see someone who you shared your life with for quite a while, turn into a stranger who you cant even hug anymore. So I think the Jury is out as to whether we will see or talk at the moment full stop, though there is no point putting up rules, cause there is just the temptation to break them. I respect his decisions and he respects mine, and to help each other move on we will do what is needed. So if thats not talking then ok.

I plan to start scripting next week for a music video I am doing for a mate. It should be fun, and I got so much more use out of Denise my chicken to come!!

Es Regnet....

So its raining, tomorrow its gonna be really hot, then rain again the following day. Its called October in Sydney, Australia. The place where we have no real spring weather, just hot cold hot cold until hot grasps hold and pushes cold away. The same happens in April with Autumn, though the opposite of course.

I was walking past the townhouse next door to my work and a small stuffed harp seal landed at my feet. I heard a giggle and looked up, a little girl was poking her head out the window above and grinning. She was holding what looked like a stuffed octopus (the toy kind not the.. preserved sea creature type) and with one big throw, well for a small girl, it landed down next to the harp seal. She was stoked.. Having the time of her life pretending to kill or possibly make her stuffed toys fly. It just made me smile, and reminded me of the time I would have done that.

Though my toys were a stuffed blue dog, blue elephant and blue teddy bear. They were somehow a family and I was God to them. I built them a house out of a box the new fridge came in when I was 7, and I took them everywhere and they all had their own voices. Now I feel better that this has now been recorded in the written word, cause who else gives a shit?? Ha ha.

In the same afternoon I walked down the alleyway near my work and my favourite colour was before me, in the image of a tree with brand new leaves. That colour of yellow mixed with green that suggested brand new life, soft and fresh. I took a photo and thought hey I am cool, going straight to the blog.

Today its raining, so this is deceiving if I said the photo was taken today, it was actually yesterday.

So spring is here, its raining, but hey new life maybe? Or is that cliche and way too positive.

Backwards or Forwards?

An event in time always makes us go back and forwards in different ways. Just like the small wave on the water, can rock a boat, move it a little, floating wherever.

I saw Neal last night. Always good seeing him, and knowing that energy that is there between us. Though I guess last night pushed me backwards, missing him, doubting if I made the wrong decisions, but also pushed me forward. Not wanting to seek out random hookups or guys in general. Knowing he is moving on, hurts like hell, but he needs to, he has his life and not fair him waiting around to get my life sorted. So its good to know things are changing.

But I know for me, nothing wont really fill that gap so there is no point trying. So will keep marching down the road, since either side of me has "No entry" signs.

Onto lighter things, I saw the blind man today that I knocked over, he didn't see me. Oh, I didnt even think of how that was inappropriate or deliberate. It was not meant to be funny.

Grocery shopping tonight. I dislike it when my sister makes me go and then she makes me hurry, when I am sidetracked by "buy 5 for $6" signs. I dont think I would eat that much bran anyways. Though possibly the woman to my left might. She sniffs sometimes, probably not regular.

Ha ha some people who read my blog wonder if I am still learning English, or it is a second language because it can be quite stunted. I wasnt offended I believe.
This week looks quite simple but I am sure those are the weeks that turn out not so simple!
My first Halloween ever this Friday night with people from work. Some photos might even get put up!

Until then... Do not wear a black mask and red tie while holding alcoholic ginger beer. It gets you no-where.