The Wonderful World of AL

Friday, April 29, 2005

Interesting thoughts...

I've always thought of my life being quite "drama-filled", but as from last night, I realise that my days on this lonely planet haven't got as many plot twists as other people's. Other people meaning my neighbours.Take "Mr and Mrs X". Happily married, with 2 children. The perfect nuclear family. Mr X works offshore in the oil business, while Mrs X takes care of the children. Quite often, Mr X will get together with the guy who lives on the other side of them, who shall be known as "Mr Y". Yesterday evening, I watch as Mr X leaves for his next week long shift out on the oil rig. His wife and children wave as he drives off, and then they go back inside the house. Normality at it's finest, or so I thought. Later on, I'm outside, looking for the cat. I look over the fence, and there's Faith, my mischievious little grey ball of fur, taking a dump in my neighbours vegie patch. So I jump the fence and go to retrieve the naughty thing. As I creep past the kitchen window, I glance in, and stop. Through the kitchen, I can see the lounge room, and sitting in the lounge room is Mrs X, happily "entertaining" MR. Y! I quickly grab my cat, and jump back into my yard. I think about Mr X, and how he has no idea what his wife is doing when he's working, and I feel somewhat sad that he's being betrayed. I put it out of my mind, because I don't want to get involved in my neighbours personal lives. Thismorning, however, I'm walking down to the corner store, when I pass Mr Y, standing in his front yard with HIS WIFE. Imagine that, 2 of my married neighbours are having an affair with eachother, and no-one knows the wiser, except for me that is. Should I say something, or should I just let it be? I have Melrose Place, right here in my neighbourhood.

There's an advertisement for TicTac's doing it's rounds on TV at the moment. For those of you who don't know what a TicTac is, they're these TINY little capsule shaped mints, about the size of an aspirin. Anyhoo, on the ad's, a woman (with an unusually large forehead) is talking about how they taste great and how they only have one calorie, before she eats one. Just one. Now, I know that the world is obsessed with weight, and diets and whatnot, but really. Are there really people out there who are gonna worry about how many calories are in a single mint? And is an extra calorie or 2 worse than having bad breath? I think not.

I was at a friend's place thismorning, to give them a CD that I'd burnt for them. I couldn't stay for long, but I really had to use the bathroom, and since I couldn't wait 'til I got to my destination (over 20 minutes away), I asked if I could use theirs. I walked in, shut the door, and turned to face the notorious "bidet". Now, I've seen these in showrooms and such, but had no real knowledge of how they functioned. So, after doing my business, I gave it a go. I must say, NEVER have I been so shocked before. Having a stream of water shoot directly up and hit your asshole is an incredibly odd feeling, especially when you're not expecting it. WHY do some people feel the need to have these in their bathrooms? I mean, sure, they have their up-sides - aka, you leave the bathroom feeling TOTALLY clean down there, but the initial shock of their function has been enough to scare me from ever using one ever again. So I guess I can add that to my list of weird phobias. Bidets.

Ahhhh, Fridays. Marvelous Fridays. A time to unwind, and think about not having to work tomorrow. Friday night is alotted to "sitting on my ass and doing fuck all" time. I rarely go out socializing, because I'm so tired. It's just a good night to relax, and work on my art, poetry, or that horror novel that I keep putting on hold. Have a good day people,

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:14 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Another day...

I'm intrigued at how some people think it's weird that, when I go clubbing in the city, I don't go to the gay clubs. To put it bluntly, the gay clubs here don't appeal to me in the slightest. They're sleazy, and the music is shocking, and they all rekk of overall tackiness. Why would I want to trade my classy, feel-good superclubs that actually play GOOD dance music without a trace of cheese, for something that's only going to dissapoint?

Songs on my playlist this week are:
"Warehouse" - Jon Doe
"Girl" - Destiny's Child
"Sleeptalk" - ATFC (Junior Jack Club Mix)
"Let Me Love You" - Mario
"Banda Sonora" - Guitarra G (G Club Mix)
"1, 2, Step" - Ciara
"Love Will Set You Free" - Starchaser
"Hollaback Girl" - Gwen Stefani
"Change" - Phats and Small (A Small Phat One)
"Star2Fall" - Cabin Crew
"Find" - Ridgewalkers (Andy Moor Mix)
"Vega" - Paul Van Dyk (Staircase Mix)
"The World Doesn't Know" - Tilt
"Baby Gets High" - Le Smoove Club (Chili Hi-Fly 12" Mix)
"Do It To Me Again" - Soulsearcher

I hate Thursdays more than any other day. I start to think about the weekend, and look forward to what I have planned. Then reality hits me and I realise that I have another day and a half to wait. So I wait, and suddenly the time starts to pass by SO much slower.

Anton came round last night, and we had a movie night. We watched "The Sweetest Thing" and drank home-made Cosmopolitans (how marvelously gay), made some sweet lovin', and then went out to visit some friends who were having a gathering. The so called "gathering" turned out to be a wild time celebrated by atLEAST 50 people, thus I ended up completely off-my-face, and now I can't remember how I got home, let alone what I did or said for half of the night. Damn.

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:09 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

laughs

I found my first grey pubic hair today.... in a kebab.
Nah, just kidding...
I do, however, remember the time where I first visited the local noodle bar. The only reason I went there was because they served the food in those funky little oriental boxes. I remember grasping the last mouthful awkwardly with my chopsticks, only to reveal a large clump of black hair in the bottom of the box. After throwing the biggest technicolor yawn I'd ever achieved, I marched back to the noodle bar and demanded to see the manager about my "discovery", who humorously stated that "it couldn't have come from anyone who works here". It was at that point that one of the cooks came out of the kitchen, scratching their head, which evidentally, was covered in thick black hair....

I read in the Sunday paper, that a teenager got stuck in a bin (yes, a bin) whilst trying to reach his mobile phone. Apparently, the fire brigade had to cut him out with a power saw. Apparently, the guy first stuck his head in (what, was he trying to pick it up in his mouth?), and then when he realised he wasn't going to succeed, he then proceeded to stick his arm in aswell, without removing his head, until both body parts became wedged in there. Would've been fucking hilarious to see...

I have the "Painting the Roses Red" song, from Alice in Wonderland, stuck in my head. *cries with frustration*
Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 4:26 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Lost Imagination

I sit here and drink my coffee, made with no sugar, and barely any milk. I'm not trying to beat the fatigue that is sweeping over me as my fingertips lightly hit the keyboard. I'm just trying to enjoy the natural taste of coffee, without any sweetener for once. Slinky: Trans-Atlantic is playing softly in the background, sending ripples of energy through my bones as the breakdown of hard trance is slowly coming to an end, building into an enormous crescendo before slamming down the bass-filled thumping that I enjoy so much. What to write, what to write...

Before my flat burned down, along with everything that was in it, I used to draw. Not anything in particular, just whatever came to mind at the time. I used to sit on my cramped little balcony, and look over the building tops towards the horizon for inspiration. I had hundreds upon hundreds of sketches, all filed away in my closet. Canvas's adorned my walls, including a very special one I painted in Year 10, of a multi-colored sunset over a blackened mountain. It would've been one of the first things to go up in smoke. Ever since my neighbours decided to invite me to their "complimentary shared bonfire", my creativity has vanished. No matter where I am, no matter what state of mind I'm in, I can never seem to grasp that artistic imagination I once had, and it saddens me alot.

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 11:22 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Friday, April 22, 2005

Dreaming

It has come to my attention over the last two years, how some electronica is becoming repetetive, and re-worked to appeal to a more general market. More so, certain DJ's and producers are slapping vocals on top of good quality instrumental tracks to make them sell better. Example? Take "Jambe Myth" by Starchaser. A massive house/trance hybrid that worked dance floors well worldwide. A few months later, they've slapped some cheap vocal over the top of it, and suddenly it's playing on commercial radio, over and over again until I'm sick of it. Then we had "Mighty Miami", by Spiller, a genuinely good 70's inspired house track. A few months later, it's re-born as "Groovejet (If This Ain't Love)", with some Brit-Pop waif wailing over the top of it. It hits number one on the charts, and I throw it in the bin. Does this piss me off? Does fucking someone feel good?

I have absolutely nothing to do today. No work, No meetings, No plans whatsoever. Ultimately, if I could be doing anything today, I would be shopping. In Melbourne. With a bottomless credit card, of which I'd never have to pay back. What would I buy? A lime green chaise lounge, with contrasting zebra print cushions. A black pin-stripe suit. A RED Mercedes SLK Convertible, with a white and chrome interior. Geez, I could go on forever. I'd buy the entire Hed Kandi CD collection, and a good sound surround system with huge sub-woofers to play them on. I'd buy first class airfares to the USA, Europe and most definetly HONDURAS. Ah, dreaming can always be good.

Day 2 of my "No Nicotine Plan" went miserably, considering I smoked atleast 8 ciggies before noon. Damn me and my non-existent willpower.

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 10:48 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Mr Right Vs No Nicotine

"Instead of looking for Mr Right, look for Mr Right Now, and eventully, if he proves worthy enough, that 'Right Now' part will just drop away" - a quote taken from my favorite film, "The Sweetest Thing".Maybe we should be living by this statement more often. Are we searching for love too early? Are we looking to experience fast love, expecting that every person we date will hopefully merge into something more. I look back on some of my past relationships, and think seriously about them. Would I have possibly felt more relaxed, and enjoyed those times more if I hadn't focused on the future so much, and just made good of the present? Have I been looking for 'Mr Right' too soon? Maybe I have... Maybe that's why I feel lonely alot of the time - because I hold onto too many expectations of what my 'perfect' boyfriend would be, and thus, never find it.

I tried to survive without nicotine last night, and let me tell you something - it was sheer-fucking-hell. At first, I was taking the "wait for 5 minutes 'til the craving passes" approach, which surprisingly did well for about two hours. Approaching midnight though, I was in bad shape. I had the option of going to sleep, but I chose to make a coffee instead. Bad move. Before I knew it, I was out on the back patio, cigarette in one hand, lighter in the other. I tried waiting another 5 minutes, yet the craving didn't pass. I lit it, and took three puffs before I put it out. Now I feel dissapointed with myself, because I know that if I hadn't of broken my "fast", I would've had a greater chance of suceeding through today. Unfortunately, I lit up first thing thismorning from force of habit. This is gonna be harder than I thought.Any advice would be helpful, on either topic.

Ciao, xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:14 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Average Night No.1

My night was one of the usualy ones again.
After downing 6 Vodka and Orange UDL's, I head to a friends place, making a slight detour on the way so that I could roll myself a nice big scoob. I like smoking pot after having a few drinks. It puts me in a more intellectual mood, and I'm more likely to speak my mind about certain things. Anyway, I get to my friend's house, and they're watching this movie called The Forgotten, which was quite boring. After it finished, my friends invited me back to bed, in which, for like the first time ever, I turned them down. I wasn't in the mood for a 3-some. What IS the world comming to? Maybe I'm just tired of it all. As they say in "The Sweetest Thing", maybe I'm just "tired of the game"... or maybe it was because I was pretty stoned by that point, and all I could think about was sleep.

Luv Ya'll
AL xoxox

AL rambled on at 9:01 AM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Monday, April 18, 2005

More New-ness

This is my new blog. It replaced the old blog, because the old blog was dark and eerie. I myself, am NOT dark and eerie. Nor am I depressed. I'm fucking happy for once. Orange reflects this happiness, and also somewhat makes me thristy, and crave orange juice... with a little splash of vodka added. Cheers guys!
Love AL xoxox

AL rambled on at 1:17 PM - -

~-:::[(*)]:::-~

Hellieu. The name's AL (duh!) - I'm 23, gay, 85% happy, 15% evil, supremely optimistic, highly energetic, and addicted to sex.
~*~

guestlist
Boy on Boy
Critic Inc.
Crossed Wires
Writing's & Rambling's
Rhysums
LX Industries
LXI & Friends
Darthworld
S, L & VT
A Peculiar Smile...
GayMuscleBoy
Dajoro
Fop!
Totoroland
Towleroad
Penis & Pink Bits
E-Brechi
Screaming Queen
2 Characters
Dingle Dangles
CosmoBlog
Glitter for Brains
Girl, Interrupted
Rotten Ryan
Forgotten Bliss
Tuna Girl
Gay Geek
FaggotyAssFaggot
Vivid Blurry
Scott-O-Rama

archives
- April 2005
- May 2005
- June 2005
- July 2005
- August 2005
- September 2005
- October 2005
- November 2005

The Wonderful World of AL

Another day, Another Rambling...

"Why do we all have to go on a diet?"
"Because in cheerleading, we throw people up in the air, and fat people don't go as high!"
~*~

al stuff
New Element
Torn City
Homokaasu
The Occultopedia
Max Moose
Fangoria
Puzuzu's Site
SatC Guide

mad reads
Portal of Evil
Something Awful
Satire Wire
N.A.!.P
i-mockery
Dead Bodies Inc
Dark Poetry
Dark Echo
Sex. Drugs. Bible.

sounds
Ministry of Sound
Fruity Loops
Slinky Online
Alumbra Bar
GodsKitchen
UK Dance Records
San!ty
inthemix.au

People Love Me

gay
GayDar
Hot Sex Stories!
Mogenic
Gay Authors
GGLN
QueerPlanet