Avalanche City - Love Love Love (Official Video)

_The Island Guy: The Sketch of a Tree

Thought you guys would like The Island Guy's post about brothers.

_The Island Guy: The Sketch of a Tree: "I was about to go to sleep, but something just happened that made me smile. As a result, I am here on my laptop writing about it and dri..."

Route 66

Today I got some great news and my plans for wheels have been set in motion.

What this space for more ...

Festival Time

I'm really starting to get into South African bands and music again.

I don't know why it has taken me so long to rediscover my love for music in general. Maybe it's because my sense of adventure and openness to new things has been rekindled.

Seeing bands perform live is quite a treat too, especially at festivals. Now that spring is on it's way and my plans to get a decent set of wheels is on track, I'll be going to more festivals. Rocking the Daisies is one festival coming up that I won't be missing.

E16 Error Message

The other night I turned on the TV only to find an E16 error message floating around the screen, “You are not enabled to view this channel or your account has been suspended. Please contact the Call Centre for assistance.” My DSTV was disconnected again, despite the fact that the account was up to date. I even went online to check that the subscription was deducted from my banking account. So, with the indignation of the righteous, I pressed the speed-dial for their Call Centre - this is not the first time this happened – ready to bitch about their latest botch up.

After negotiating the voice activated call answering system I was put through to a call centre operator only to be told that their systems were down and that they would only be able to reconnect me the following day. I had a miserable day and all I wanted was to watch some mindless TV for a while before I went to bed. I was so annoyed.

I wasn’t in the mood to read or continue with my redecorating project, which by the way is a task bigger than anticipated, so this left me to do some house chores while listening to the latest music I downloaded.

The song by Sarah McLachlan, I Will Remember You, from the movie, The Brothers McMullen, made me think of my brothers. We’re so very distinct from each other - in looks and personality - but we’re also so much alike; we wear our hearts on our sleeves, and we’re very headstrong (read: fucking stubborn), but we love each other as only brothers do. This does not mean that we are anything like the Brady Bunch now, more like a cross between A River Runs Through It and The Brother’s McMullen.

When we get together we usually have a boys night out and shoot some pool in a somewhat dingy bar close by. I always look forward to these nights. The mixture of male competiveness and the swelling undercurrent of desire is strangely intoxicating. It is a night where we can forget our responsibilities; laugh and tell dirty jokes; play a few games of pool; and drink beer, while dodging my brother’s stealth farts.

 

Sometimes a scene from The Brothers McMullen is replayed. My scene would go something like this; “Listen to the advice of your bigger, wiser and more experienced brother.” I would say, and proceed to impart my particular take on life, the universe, and EVERYTHING. Other times I would play the cocky brother from A River Runs Through It, or one of my brothers would play out their version of a scene, and soon enough, our pool game would be suspended for a lively, sometimes heated, debate. Nevertheless, however heated it becomes, the game is always resumed. By the end of the evening, we’re laugh and joking again; closer to each other than when we came in. 

 

The song also reminds me of those men that made an impact in my life - the lovers; the crushes; the brief encounters; the disappointing; and occasionally the heartbroken.

Some ended better than others, and some endured. Then there were those that were like the E16 error message you get when you’ve done everything you’re supposed to and still get disconnected.

Alexandra Stan - Mr Saxobeat (Official Video)

Hey, sexy boy, set me free,

Don't be so shy, 

play with me,

My dirty boy, can't you see

That you belong next to me.

Husbands & Husbands

A friend shared this vid on her wall today and it made me smile.
Yes, I do want to get married, and maybe have a kid someday, but until then I'm happy being the faerie-godfather.

Perform This Way (Parody of "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga)

Decisions, decision...which outfit for the Kylie concert?

Cowboy Days

There’s something about camping out that makes me feel like a cowboy. 

Maybe it’s about sitting around the campfire or the camaraderie of friends out in the wilderness. 

Maybe it’s about sleeping under the stars, listening to the sounds of nature, or the freedom to blaze your own path through the veld.

Whatever it is, I always feel a bit like John Wayne whenever I get the chance to take a long drive out into the country for a few days. I wear my straw cowboy hat and play Johnny Cash as loud as I can while bouncing along the dirt roads.

Yes, Yes, Yes!

The morning light filtered into my room promising a beautiful sunny winter’s day as my alarm buzzed me awake. I made myself some coffee, turned on the TV and listened to the news on BBC while checking my online messages. “Hey buddy, do you want to go camping this weekend?” was the message I receive from my old varsity friend.

He has access to a remote stone cottage on the banks of a river in a wilderness area outside Worcester. The weather will be great and it would be great to get out the city for a few days.

It will also give my stalker boy who hangs out at the corner coffee shop a chance to do something more interesting with his life than waiting for a glimpse of me driving past I thought while I replied, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Here's a cool vid from Spoek to take you to the weekend.

Cheers for now.

Speaking Foreign

The locksmith forced me to take Me-Day yesterday. While drilling the old locks out of the balcony doors, a sliver of metal got into his eye so he had to leave to have it looked at. As he rushed out, this wankbank deposit of a man shouted, “I’ll be back later. I don’t know when, but I will. Don’t worry.”

Whoever said never to hire a gorgeous contractor was wrong. He has a devilishly sexy Mediterranean accent and the looks of David Krumholtz from the TV series Numbers and The Devil Wears Prada hottie, Adrian Grenier, with unruly locks.

“I just love it when you speak foreign”, I thought as he left while images of the Wimpy ad came to mind.

When Kathy Griffin Met Michele Bachmann

I love this woman.

LMFAO - Champagne Showers ft. Natalia Kills

I just love these moves.

What Makes Someone Great?

What really makes a person great? What is it about someone that makes one look up to and respect another person? Are there different forms of greatness in life, love, work, friendship and family?

One of the greatest men in my life is my father. He’s a first generation Croatian immigrant who dedicated his life to providing for me and my other five siblings. He would sometimes work seven days a week to ensure that we could play the sports we wanted to, go on school trips and do all the extracurricular activities our hearts desired. He also has a wicked sense of humour that would sometimes infuriate my mother.

His greatness is different from Nelson Mandela; a man who kept his dignity throughout his life and acts as a shining example of how a statesman should conduct himself.

Then there’s my friend Starr who stands by my side even when both him and I know I am embarking on some or other foolhardy adventure or enterprise. He is always there when I come crying on his shoulder when my heart is broken. He always says; “You know monkey I’ll never say, I told you so”, while pouring us a glass of wine, even though I know that’s what he’s thinking.

Even my ex has some great qualities. We had some memorable times together and our bedtime fun was truly awesome on occasion. He has an incredible sense of humour and has the potential to become a great writer too. He also showed me that kissing and showing affection in public is a beautiful thing and is something to be celebrated - but I’m still not going to do it if you’re drunk or doing it because you feel guilty about something you’ve done. It needs to be a sincere gesture.

There have been and still are many great people in my life. People who taught me things about life. People who showed me how to do things. People who supported me when I was going through some or other drama. People who showed me what love is. People who let me love and be loved. People who brought out the worst in me and made me see the dark side of love too. People who put a mirror up to my face and made me see myself for who I am. People who challenged my ideas or decisions. People who brought out the best in me and helped me work on some of the not so good things about me. People who made me laugh at myself and loosen up more.

There have also been those fuckers who are the black holes of my life and filled it with negativity and misery. I try keep away from these types but sometimes their sweet words can be so mesmerizing that you can’t see them for what they are, and before you know it your life takes a wrong turn and you have to work really hard to get back on track.

I believe the universe put all these people in my path for a reason. It may be to teach me a lesson or bring me back onto the right path. But mostly I’ve been very fortunate to come across people who helped me get closer to reaching my true potential or to help them achieve theirs. Sometimes it’s a fleeting encounter, other times it’s a lifelong experience. Whatever the reason and no matter how long the encounter, I try to keep my heart and mind open to the all possibilities and experiences so that the greatness in all of us can shine through.

The Island Guy: A Lighthearted Poem

I found this little poem from The Island Guy and thought I'd share it with you guys. It put me in such a good mood for the week ahead.

He walked into the tutor room gracefully

Almost as if he glided

I never heard his footsteps

Nor did I feel the vibration of the ground

No one took notice

No one looked up as he made his way to his seat

No one except me

I nervously walked over and asked if he needed help

He looked up at me with kind eyes and said yes

I planted myself into a seat next to him
With an eagerness that shouted my joy

Sharing my knowledge with him was delightful

I was the accomplished wizard

And he the bright apprentice

His natural charm was irresistible

And I was captivated by his spell

Every now and then
I would allow myself to gaze at him
His handsome smile was enough to light up the room

His voice was enough to keep someone warm on a cold night

His caring eyes were enough to make anyone feel special

As our time together came to an end

My hand softly touched his hand
And his hand embraced mines
Our first and last embrace

Before we parted ways

 The Island Guy: A Lighthearted Poem:

REDECORATING

I've had a wonderfully busy week at work and haven’t had much time to write anything worth posting. My mind has been preoccupied with listing the products that I flog with the national retailers and creating marketing campaigns. 

As the weekend approaches I want to clear my head a bit and focus on me for a bit. So what does a gay guy do when his mind is running wild with ideas, thoughts, and plans? He redecorates.

So off I went to Builders Warehouse and headed straight to the paint section. A world of colours awaited me. But being spoilt for choice and not having any idea of what colour to choose I picked a few colour cards from the stand to show my dear friend Chris– who by the way is one hell of a decorator – to get his advice.

As I was driving home reflecting on the different colours that appealed to me, my ex’s comment about the colour scheme of my apartment made me smile. He said my colour scheme reminded him of Bree in TV series Desperate Housewives.

In that particular episode she was redecorating her house and engaged the services of a professional decorator. He suggested that a splash of colour would make the world of difference to her living room. She replied, “Yes, I’d love a splash of colour. Maybe we should through caution to the wind and go for a bold beige.”

Guess what the predominant colours were that I chose? Yes, BOLD BEIGE'S.