The pitter patter of Raindrops

This is how exciting my life is these days.

One of the wonderful things growing up in Australia is terracotta roofs. One of the sounds i love to hear is the sound of rain hitting the roof whilst you are snuggled up in bed. Today in Melbourne it has been raining which is a godsend as we really need the rain. When i left Melbourne was dry but not that bad but now people are showering with buckets, football seasons are being shortened due to the grounds being too dusty, you can't water your garden except for a couple hours a week and people are starting to dob people in if they think they are wasting water. It's pretty bad down here people. I guess that's why at the local 80's night when the band plays a cover of the song "Rain" by Dragon the crowd goes off as one of the lines of the song says "Don't go out in the pouring rain." These days we would if we could.

I was supposed to fill in for our local tennis team tonight but due to the rain, the courts were washed out so the night was called off and the players went home.I actually went to the gym and did a half session tonight and when i got outside it was still raining and even now as i type the pitter patter of raindrops is music to my ears. Tonight was that first night where it was a little chilly so that feeling of getting your feet into your slippers (for me...moccasins) is just devine. With global warming making our planets regular seasons more sporadic that Britney Spears attending rehab it was nice to come home and put the moccasins on and just feel a cool chill in the house.

So going to bed soon, hopefully i'll have the pitter patter putting me to sleep,

Boys and their Toys

I love planes! My face says it all.

WARNING: This blog update talks about things girls don't get.

Ever since i can remember i have always loved planes. Growing up in East Keilor meant living under the approach path for Melbourne Airport and ever since i can remember the sight and sounds of planes has had a mesmerising effect on me. I could be standing out in the middle of the backyard hanging out the washing when the sound of a Qantas Jumbo Jet starts to rumble over our neighbourhood yet even though i have seen that flying kangaroo thousands of times it still an amazing feeling see how such a large piece of machinery can get off the ground. I love airports (except for Macau and the overpriced rubbish food at Saigon Airport) and i have always looked up and thought about the people on those planes above my house and wondered where they are coming from or where they are going to.

So for the past hmmm 10 years now dad I have made our way down to Avalon Airport to see the Australian International Air Show. I didn't go in 2005 but dad was nice enough to send a copy of the programme and a souvinier to Hong Kong which i read from cover to cover. So after a 4 year absence i was back and looking forward to once again looking skyward and seeing the amazing thrill of super fast F/A 18 Hornets fly past us at 1000 kilometers an hour and just listen to the almighty roar when passing through the speed of sound.

I'd love to say i took this pic but i didn't. It's the F-111's classic "Dump and Burn"

The day didn't start off to well as i was feeling a bit seedy from the night before. It was my workmates birthday and a good night was had by all but as much as they wanted me to kick on and continue the party i had to tell them that jets flying past your head isn't the best way to recover from a hangover. So i pulled the plug and went home about 1.30am Sunday morning and we (Dad, Chris and I) were on our way at 8.00am only to find that the morons in the transpoirt deparment had closed 2 of the three lanes of one of the freeways leading to Avalon. What moron would be stupid enough to close two lanes on a day where they know that tens of thousands of people are going to use that road? Obviously Melbourne has the title of worst logistical management city all stiched up.

As we meandered along and i finished digesting a pretty damn fine post party brekky of a couple of Macca's McMuffins, the traffic started to ease up and bit and we were flying towards Avalon. Parking was a bastard this time around as our Gold Passes didn't have their own parking areas like last time which meant we parked with the rest of the plebs. Throughout the day there were plenty of classic planes ranging from the P-51 Mustang....blah blah blah you say. Well i love seeing the fighter jets especially the F-111 and the F/A 18 Hornet. I just love the sound of those engines roaring past (which will be on multiply in the next couple of days) and trying to take photos with a little digital camera is bloody tough. This caused great laughs for Dad and Chris as they were watching me trying to take a picture of a military strike fighter going like the clappers and not getting anything in the shot except a little blurrly thing and sunshine.

What makes it worse is that the plane geeks all around us had massive zooms on their cameras. When i go to the airshow i want me eardrums to be pleading for me to stick anything in them to make the noise go away. I get so excited by the roar of the engines that i think outside of little kiddies and the elderly you should try and appreciate the sounds of these massive engines.Then again i didn't wear headphones like this guy. He's soft in my books...very soft.

Soft.

During a small walk around the backlot i got close up with helicopters and some of the larger American aircraft which leads me to my next point. At these airshows there is a strong American contingent as they provide "for our viewing pleasure" some of the world's most technologically advanced aircraft. With that they also have someone (usually part of the flight crew) talking about the plane and the demonstration that the plane will be showing the public. During the display of the F-15 Eagle the commentator talked about how in "Desert Storm" (the first one) the F-15 shot down 46 enemy aircraft. What got me about that is two things. 1) He said in such a way that it was a magnificent achievment but mate..you were fighting the Iraqi's which the last time i checked...didn't have the strongest airforce in the world. That's like pitting a Formula One car against a Lada in a drag race! 2) Even at the Airshow we couldn't get away from American flag waving. When the commentator talked about "all the brave men and women fighting the continuing war on terror" I just wanted to slap him and i think a fewof the crowd did as well.

Still at the end of the day and after trying to take too many photos and getting sunburnt, the three of us had a great day. It was great to be back at the Airshow and once again i camr away with the feeling of how much i love planes. Sure i don't think i'll have a private jet like John Travolta or have the chance to fly in the cockpit of an F/A 18-E Super Hornet but given half the chance i would jump at the chance. Flying to me means you are going somewhere, you are moving forward.

I like that feeling.

Shit of a Day

When you start eating dinner with a knife and spoon..you've had a shit day.

When you are asked to fill up the coffee jar and you fill up the enitire cup you are going to use to make your mother with coffee..you've had a shit day.

When an Indian bottle shop owner blasts you for 10 minutes on the phone for something that you have no control over...you've had a shit day.

When the traffic backs up so bad on the freeway you have to wait till you get a green light on the freeway on ramp before you can get on the freeway proper..you've had a shit of a day.

When you can't say your name properly, spill water on the staff newspaper, have no motivation to go to the gym because socks you picked up have a hole in the toe, you can't figure out what to make for dinner and just want the world to pass you by as you stick your head in the sand..then you've had a shit of a day.

I'm off to bed, i need an early night.

She's such a groovy lady.

There are mystical forces in the world and i know that for sure. Some people call it karma, some call it faith and some have no idea what it's called. It's a feeling that higher forces are playing their part in your life. I came across a little of this feeling yesterday on the drive home from work. As soon as i left the car park i couldn't get across into the lane that would take me onto the freeway and home in about 25 mins. I actually had to go through the city centre and north of the city to actually get where i wanted to go (the discount petrol station). It took me 45 minutes to get home last night but that's beside the point.

The point is that i found myself stuck in traffic behind a tram just looking around and there it was. A place that i have gone past probably hundreds of times but have never seen. As soon as i saw it i had to get my camera out of my bag to get a photo of this. This was momentous but my zipper was stuck (the bag not my pants) and i couldn't get the camera out. The traffic ahead was starting to move and my camear finally came out and somehow i opened it and took this picture.


Now to pretty much everyone except Sab this pic is a blurry pic of a "Cafe Nervosa" that shows two things. 1) My camera work isn't the best and 2) It's the name of the cafe in "Frasier." But this pic is so much more. It's a picture of a place in a show that Sab and I both love. We have had millions of laughs thanks to Frasier and sometimes we see our friendship as Frasier and Roz. Actually we really are Frasier and Roz and if you're not a real fan of the show then you won't know what i'm talking about. Well if you have seen the two of us in action then maybe you have. We just get along so well that many people have said "why don't you two get married?"

It's hard for me to explain the meaning of this pic but if you have a friend that is so close to you, someone who you share so many adventures with, who can tell what you are thinking, then you know what i'm talking about. I really miss Sab and seeing this sign made me feel both happy because of all the laughs we shared but sad because we aren't sharing them now. She's such a groovy lady (hehe i had to use it) and i just miss not having her here.

So for you Sab here are some of our classic Frasier moments...just for us.

Spicks and Specks

When i had my little mental breakdown in January one of the reasons was due to my physical state which in reality was sinking back into my pre leaving Australia days. Ever since that night i have committed myself to becoming as fit and healthy as possible. It has been a wonderful 10 weeks of sweat and sorness but the results are showing and i'm actually going to do a 4 km fun run on April 1 which all the proceeds go to Melbourne's Royal Children's Hospital. Well since i floated this idea i have had nothing but support but now i'm not the only person doing this fun run as mum and dad have decided to "Run for the Kids" as well.

I must say that i am delighted that they are actually deciding to join in and not just because its a good cause. The three of us have sometimes let our healty lifestyles suffer due to the pressures of work and just everyday life but the three of us have drawn a line in the sand and we will do this together. Now seen that this is my first run i'm not going out to set records but just go for a nice leisurely jog around the course and soak up the atmosphere of the day. We also decided to get the official race shirts so there will be some photots to see from that day in a couple weeks.

On Thursday night my team leader at 'Company X' informed me that my contract has been extended for six months so now i'm employed till the end of november which is a huge relief as the work is alright but the staff are really nice. Last night we went out for a few drinks at a pub in the city (Transport @ Fed Square) and before i knew it i was heading home at 2.30 Saturday morning. I'm enjoying hanging out with my workmates outside of work and getting to know them outside the office. With me having a good night last night i wasn't feeling or looking the best when i got my haircut this morning at 10am. Still that icky feeling subsided when i went to Target to buy new workpants. Ah the joys of wearing smaller sizes.

I'm trying to make life in Melbourne more exciting by thinking of doing different things. I actually would like to meet new people and try new things and now that i have stability at work till the end of the year i can now focus on getting more variety areas in my life including romance (which right now is empty, so that can only go up), self fulfilment (my long delayed radio dream) and writing my travel book. I know if i stop bitching about how life in Melbourne can be mundane because its home then my outlook will improve from the up and down temprament that has been going on inside my head since i landed. It's not the travelling lifestyle that i crave everytime i see a Qantas jumbo fly over our house but i have to make my time in Melbourne mean something.

Whilst Sydney is sleeping peacefully on the chair next to me, i'm thinking about how much of a support she really is. Everytime i come home she runs up the hallways and jumps up on me. She sleeps on my bed and follows me everywhere around the house. After i came back from my Nana's house (she's getting too old to give her house a good vacuum so i went over to help her) i took Syd over to the local footy oval and let her off the leash and just watched her run around without a care in the world.

So with the Australian Grand Prix on tomorrow my backside will be couchside (after my gym and one hour spinning class in the morn) and looking forward to the first race of the F1 season. Much like the scratch ticket i purchased Thursday night, my life is getting better by the day and whilst its not perfect (i was one number off winning an instant $150,000) it is improving.

It's in the Stars

The only decent pic i could find of Athena Starwoman.

I've always had a small interest in astrology. To some people it's all a bunch of rubbish about predicting finding the love of your life and being insanely rich but then again isn't that why most people read them anyway? Most days when i'm reading the paper i'll have a small read of my star sign (which is Aquarius) i'll read what the astrological svengali has to say and dismiss it as fast food astrology. You know the type, the astrology which is good for a small fix but it's nothing meaty or meaningful in the context of finding out wether i'm going to be rich or find a hot bird with all the right curves, moves and personality.

I must admit i'm one of those people who do the "Ahh" at the end of the usual exchange of information when the topic of astrology comes up...example:

"What star sign are you?"
"Aquarius...you"
"I'm a Gemini"
"Ahhh"

Now that "Ahh" is the sound of you thinking you know what the other persons complete astrological make up is but you have no idea at all. The reason i'm talking about all this is that on my overflowing bookshelf i came across a book i purchased on special yet never looked at which goes by the complexing title of "Zodiac." This book is written by Australia's formost astrologer Athena Starwoman who for many years in one of the weekly womens mags cast her astrological eye over the nation and dispenced her very own blend of news both good and bad to a curious nation of housewives, grandmothers, gossip groups and sometimes me.

Looking at this book i started reading about Aquarius (of course) and was surprised at what could be described as pretty darn accurate characteristics of my own personality. Here are 7 pearls of wisdom from Athena about the Aquarias male with my own little thoughts about them attatched as well.

1) He may have many mates, good friends, associates and close contacts in his life, and he often enjoys these relationships immensely, on a social superficial level than rather on a close intensley personal one. Very true, i do have a lot of freinds but most of them don't know half the stuff going on inside my head due to the next reason.

2) While there may be many times he wishes he could share his real thoughts and the private aspects of his world with others, it is unlikely that many can ever enter or share his private space. There have been millions of times i just want to burst out and tell the world what i'm feeling but afraid that no one will understand me or just shake their head and say "freak."

3) Women number among some of his greatest friendships. Sab, Cass, Candace, Mart, Louise, Nikki, Carly ..need i say more.

4) He is totally different from other men, so operates with a different set of criteria in every department of his life. I'm a guy but i've never been a "guy's guy" so for better or worse i'm not sure but i ain't gonna change.

5) His patience, tolerance and amiability give the impression he's tranquil to the core, but his behaviour rarely reflects what's really going on beneath the surface. I do keep a lot of stuff bottled up inside that only very few people are aware of.

6) He treats everyone with the same amount of respect, curiosity and ease, and people who normally uncomfortable with strangers respond to him like a long lost friend. I do have something that makes meeting new people pretty easy for me and i like that. People who i have met and people who i have known for years all stay on the same level of respect, curiosity and ease unless they piss me off and when i'm pissed off i get really really pissed off.

7) It is easy for him to offend or upset others. Oh bugger me where does this list begin???

I was going to do 10 but i was getting tired. There's also a lot of other stuff about love, career, family, spiritual and other bits and pieces but it's all too long and boring for you guys to read. I read most of Sab's info (Aries) and she and i agreed that both of our astrological profiles had some substance to their words.

So the question has to be asked....what star sign are you?

Cheerio Moto!

It seems me and mobile phones are not destined to be freinds.

On Saturday morning, my Motorola RAZR which has served as a very useful phone for just under two years decided to shat itself and finally decide to update me with my messages. For 5 minutes late that morning all my house heard was the repeated strains of Michigan J Frog start to sing "Hello my Baby" as 9 messages decided to finally come through to my phone. For those not in the know Michigan J Frog is the frog in the Looney Tunes cartoon who is a tenor but doesn't sing in front of people. It's one of my top three cartoons ever.

Now im with Optus and have been for a few years and actually worked for them for 6 months before i left Australia. Now there network coverage should be pretty good yet when i really want to speak to people my phone decides to drop the call, make me lose my voice and still hear the other person talk or say it sent messages but the other person never received them. It could be network trouble but my Moto was on the way out. It needed charging everynight, the alarm would sometimes forget to work (not because of me) and generally it had just about had enough scratches and marks on it to make a Jerry Springer brawl look tame by comparison.

So Sunday morning i ventured down to Optus to pick up a half decent phone and i was amazed at the variety of phones you can buy. You can get internet, 3G, WAP, video calls and live TV but all i wanted was a phone. I never really used my phone camera on my other phone but i do have some nice pictures from my time in Hong Kong which i'll keep. In terms of wanting to keep up with the latest trends and be at the forefront of mobile technology i'll pass. All i wanted was a phone to call people when needed and to send messages to people...but the guy at the store wanted me to join a plan because i can get Google on a new Nokia if i go on a $50 a month plan over 24 months. Now considering i don't want to be here for 24 months and i don't want to surf the net on my phone i understand his need to upsell but please...

I'm on prepaid and i like it that way.

I purchased a new Samsung slider phone for $100 which has a camera and other stuff i will never use but its the closest thing to a regular mobile phone without the wanky techno stuff to impress other people with. "Oh look.I can listen to 1000 songs, surf the net, watch tv and order dinner." We don't have mobile phones anymore we have mobile entertainment units that just happens to have a phone function tacked on it as well.

Is Multiply going to simplify or just multiply my simple life?

Someone once said "Go forth and multiply" and they did.

I've decided to multiply as well and join well... Multiply.

I didn't want to at first but due to a stubborn Candace and a small selling session by Sab i've decided to shut them up and join.

My address there is pepfest.multiply.com

There you will see a lot more pictures, videos and other stuff that this blog can't do.

Don't go there just yet as there is only a pic of me and that's all but give me time and i'll keep you all entertained but when theres enough stuff to see, i'll keep all 8 of you posted.

Out and About

With the events of the past few days on my mind, I decided friday night that I was going out no matter what. Like that famous scene from the movie '"Network" I was as mad as hell and i' wasn't going to take it anymore. I needed to get out of the house, my work hours have been all over the place I have had too many nights in and just haven't had the desire to leave home and that's not me people. That's not good for anyone. I like my quiet time but if i have too much of it I lose my sence of belonging and i'm a freakin people person!!!!

Altering my plans of going to the gym and then going out later with Mike, I ended up having a few drinks after work down at headquarters with a few of the guys who had finished work earlier that day. I was going to continue with them to another pub but had already promised Mike I would go with him to a local bar. That fell through which cheesed me off but I was determined so the call went out to about three or four people until I got a hold of my freind Louise who was heading to the same bar i was so i decided to tag along with her.

As well as Lou her brother Simon was there as well. He attended the same high school as me but a was a year ahead and it's always good to see these two together as they are the closest brother / sister combination i have ever seen. I actually met Lou when i was working at a bottle shop a few years ago and she was working at the bakery just out the front of our shop. We both used to work Sundays and i would waddle over and have a chat with Lou and pick up a chocolate crossaint in the process. We have kept in contact and even though sometimes we go a bit long between catch ups she still is a dear friend.

Then again as we were on the way to pick up her cousin Christine she told me about the people she had given nicknames for who are regulars at the friday 80's night. These names include "Retro" ( a guy who loves the 80's like no other and dances in a way i've never seen before. The next time i go i'll get footage) "Pedro" (who once wore a 'Vote for Pedro' t-shirt) "Whitney" ( because i think this girl chucked a tanti Whitney Houston diva style once) and other names that the fullness of time has made me forget. Get me on a dancefloor with anything playing from the 80's (with the exception of Nelson) and i'm pretty much dancing away. So when the band (whose lead singer is on a 5 week hiatus in Adelaide and whose replacement whilst very good just doesn't have the same showmanship as the original singer) started belting out 80's classics such as "Electric Dreams", "Jessies Girl" "Take on Me" "Send me an Angel" and the show stopper "Rain" the world around me just drifted away and i was injected with synthesised beats and fluid bass lines. I get down on myself a lot and the only reason is that i over think things and i forget that life is meant to be lived..not thought out.

After the band finished about 1a.m. i found myself talking to Lou's cousin Christine. She had lived overseas for a year in Japan teaching and i was really interested in how she found the experience. It was three years ago that she came back but just finding out how different people dealt with it always helps me reach my own conclusions. i'm hoping that i'll be out with these guys at the Cubby House once again very soon as when i fell into bed at about 4am Saturday morning i though to myself that nights like this have been a little slim recently and i'm not going to take that anymore.

It's too quiet

Coming home tonight from my cousins birthday i noticed something in my street that i have never really notices before. It was quiet. Actually it was really really quiet and i was surprised at how quiet the street was.

On the lighter side...

Don't you love it when you put your pants on and 5 seconds later they are around your ankles again? No i'm not talking about former President of the United States Bill Clinton but as i got ready for work today i put my work pants on only to find that my tummy has receded so much that i don't have enough belly anymore to keep them up! I was rapt as i have been working my flabby butt of at the gym and eating like a human rabbit but i'm seeing results and i want more..more more!!! I wan't more weight to fall, inches to waste away and those things called...umm what are they called again..muscles to come out (but not in a freaky way like the freaky gym freaks at the gym) and to run without feeling like i'm going to die after 500 meters.

Also a couple days ago i received the coolest birthday present ever from Sab. Sure it was belated but the love was felt as she put together an amazing photo album and a little video for me to watch. I came home from the gym to find a package waiting for me and as soon as i opened it mum got her hands on the album first and just started to make this happy about to cry sound. I was taken aback by the amount of work Sab put into this and i really do miss her. I have my friends here but she's such an integral part of my life that there are things i want to do in Melbourne that i know that she would love to do with me but no one else is interested. I called her afterwards and just wanted to thank her so much for this wonderful gift.

I really miss having her around.

It's not you...i know it's me.

"Lately I'm a desperate believer
But I'm walking in a straight line"
As sung by Silverchair

I'm one fucking stubborn bastard.

That got your attention didn't it?

But why the naughty words this time around? Because well like the lyrics at the top of the page i am a desperate beleiver and i'll tell you why. Now before i get into this i just want to say that what you read is not criticism of anyone except myself.

I'll probaby get lynched for writing this.

Two nights ago i was talking to Martine and matter of factly she said she met a guy on the weekend. Well i have to say now that i am happy for her and i wish nothing but the absolute highest amount of happiness in her life as i wish for all who reads this. It took me by surprise in a way and in a way it shouldn't have. Let's look at the facts people it was 2005 when it finished and i didn't get it through my head for a long time afterwards that what i thought could happen wouldn't happen. I've said this to people close to me...my biggest weakness / character flaw is hope.

I try and look at the positive of everything even when reality tells me otherwise. With Mart i was so cut up about how things eventuated but the fact is life moves on. I still consider her a very important person to me even though there are days where i feel i want to just cut all ties with her because of how things panned out but that's the weaker option and it's just not who i am. Did i feel angry at her at anytime? Yes there were times in my mind i would ask "Why this" or "Why that" but i was more angry in myself because as i have said before i self analyse to the point of depression events that i have no control over.

And while to most readers it seem all i talk about is her (much like Jon Favreau in "Swingers") i have to admit that well i'm over it. I'm over this whole shitstorm that has been going on in myself because i'm too stubborn to accept reality but i have and i'm finding direction again. Everyone has their journey in life to accomplish and we all have our own dreams in life and whilst my dreams have conflicted with my own personal direction, i realise it's a learning experience that i had to go through. What matters is happiness inside and moving on in life cause for a while..i was stuck in the mud of my own critical assesment of who i am.

As i said i still consider Mart to be a truely beautiful person who i look forward to many years of friendship in the future. I still know in myself i'll always look for the positive in everyhing and i know that my life is starting to find it's purpose again as if it's waking up from a coma and looking for a personality overhaul. You know when you get to a point and you just say to yourself "why you so down when you have so much to give?" That was me today.

For a long time i didn't stop to look at the world around me and take in how lucky i am.

Writers Block

I'm frustrated.

No not like the last time i used those words and had a mental breakdown but something inside of me always keeps throwing up roadblocks when i want to sit down and write about the time i had away. I kept a pretty good record of my adventures away and i feel that i have to do this. I have received many positive sentiments in relation to my emails that i used to send and well not as much with the blog. Seems that long lines of text are more entertaining that long lines of text with pictures!

Still late last year when i was on the late shifts at work i found my self with the urge to write. That's my problem. When it comes to me writing something (and i know i'm not that bad at the craft) i just can't sustain the energy to sit and go through all the emails and details i sent during my adventure. I need to feel in the moment...in the zone..i need to have the desire to write.

So one night last year i wrote the preface to this long running internal saga that is this dream of mine to write a book. Should i continue with it? I don't know. I want to.

Anyway here it is.

G'Day Folks.

If you have picked this book off the shelf from your local bookstore whilst in the middle of browsing for Jamie Olivers new book, thanks for stopping. I may not be able to compete with Jamie when it comes to your spending dollar but if you would rather read about how to make supposidly "easy to cook meals" rather than how i was being hit on by a Thai transvestite at two in the morning then please..make your way to the cooking section now.

If you are reading this paragraph you will have to wait a little longer for that story as that happens later on in my adventures. Many family and friends have referred to my time away from Australia as a "holiday" but i hated that idea. To me a holiday is a temporary break from the life you live at home and i didn't want my time away to have a"temporary" feel to it. Sure you may have a blast overseas and visit magical places and experience the local hospitality but at the end of the day how much of the experience seeps into your soul? How much impact does being away from home for an extended period of time affect your outlook on the world, the people you meet, your friends and even your family?

I didn't take a holiday from my life in Australia, i wanted to leave it behind. I was unhappy at work, unfit, low in confidence and trying to figure out what i wanted to do with my life. I still don't have much of an idea but the past two and a half years gave me ideas of who i might want to be and that's progress.

I came back to Australia wanting to continue the momentum i built up overseas but also wanting to write down the definitive story of a time in my life where the world asked me questions about myself and allowed me to experience wierd and wonderful things.

The information for this book came from the many emails i sent, the many blogs i posted and general chats with Sabrina and other people involed in this amazing journey i was lucky to experience. I'm writing this as much for Sab as myself as we both want to look back years from now and actually smile when we ask ourselves "Was it all worth it?"

All in all i think its a good story and hopefully you think is too and if you are reading this at a hostel somewhere in Asia...don't swap me for a copy of the DaVinci Code please!!.

Thanks Guys.

Just like Uncle Sam : I Need You!!

I decided to update the blog a little differently today. Rather than type all about it...just watch the clip. By the way... i did wait for two hours but that's what you do for your neighbours around here.

I promise...actually i can't promise.

When my time comes to an end on this fragile planet whenever that may be, i'm sure i wouldn't have caused great waves of sorrow or reasons to write long articles about the importance of my life. I'm a pretty easy going person, in fact i say to people that i'm so easy going i'm one step up from a coma patient.

Yet as i sit here tonight drinking red wine and listening to the end of the Belinda Carlisle CD with my third glass of red i find myself just thinking about myself. This is who i am, i love Belinda and this new album. Sure my musical taste and knowledge can be outweighed by someone like RainMan but tonight has been very easy going. This album is for me and me alone, no one will appreciate it as much as i do. Somehow the gorgeous Belinda makes it work and i'm a sucker for it, just like i'm a sucker for a new Bond film, a chicken parma, a few drinks with friends or women who make me laugh.

Sometimes in life you get caught up in the shitstorm around you that you forget to take time out for yourself and enjoy things that make you happy. Gulity pleasures you might say but listening tonight ot the rest of the album with a glass of red, i felt that for a brief moment i was in my own private universe.

As for the promise of never mentioning Belinda Carlisle on this blog ever again, i can't promise that though it will be a while before i mention her name again.