if I should start blogging again...hmmmm

As I walked into Starbucks and noticed the billboard advertising "The Peppermint Mocha is back" - I realised its nearly Christmas, and once again a year has nearly come to an end.

The Peppermint Mocha is a cunning scheme that I was conned into trying 2 years ago. I was conned because the barista promised me it would "be something I had never tried before", and cunning because from thence onwards I ordered it every time I went into a Starbucks. It is a scheme because it costs about $3 more than a normal mocha, and it ends just after Xmas and you won't be able to see it again until the next year. The Peppermint Mocha is quite a korean massage girl! Ahn Nyeong Hah Seh Yo motherfuker.

I need a new year, the past year has been a ride, there was more heartache than thrilling highs, but I guess that's how life is! If you can manage to ride the bullshit and not be ridden then you have learnt something in the midst of getting fuked.

2011 will be a good year, I tend to fair better in the odd years, than the even years. Is that a viable statement? I guess I've been so influenced by the Uncles that I've started to see messages behind stars, symbols and soothsayers. These are people who will sell houses, cars, change wardrobes and mistresses to enhance their business luck for the year.  At least I don't believe in spiritual entities, other than "Kwan Ti" - but that's a symbol of respect and loyalty rather than actually 'believing' him for spiritual enlightement or help. But given what business they're in, I guess they'll need all the luck and protection they can get.

On a side note, a man just walked into this cafe with a very thin white Tee on, and hence exposed his very prominent nipples. If it was a female, I wouldn't mind, but a bloke? Australia says no. I may be a tad self conscious, but I'm just not comfortable wearing clothes that put my nipply parts in prominence - as supple as they may be.

Anyway, the year hasn't quite ended, so there's still a few more months to endure. But at least I'm back in the city, I'm home, and it feels fantastic!

Sometimes when you've lost your way...due to, girlfriends (someone was scared of a moth the other day, what would he do if something the size of a testicle attacked him? Seriously) or social pressures (wearing aviator sunglasses, nipple protruding v-neck t-shirts, thongs with scarfs and skinny jeans) or just blatant homosexuality (actually choosing to wear aviators, v-neck tshirts, thongs with scarfs and skinny jeans and thinking it was cool).

You need your boys to show you the way again....Thankfully, in the spirit of mateship, they will! And with all their powers they will help you regain your manliness, and help you become the best man you can be!

I have gone through many crises, I have given many pep talks, slapped many cheeks "Man it the fuck up, you son of a bitch", gone through many break-ups with them, stood in the stormiest of weather with them, even held their hair back as they puked their balls out - It would be gay not to ok! And I'm glad to say, they have returned the favour - time and time again. And at the end of each week, we'd sit together, have a beer, share a laugh and reflect on what the hell just happened.

Sunday is Father's Day for us in Oz, but then the week after, we celebrate "Man-Week" (It can be Man-Day or even Man-Hour - any chance to sit down and buy your mates a beer), because mateship can get you through anything and that's a fact!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCyKWR2wOz8

I went back to the suburbs this weekend so I could cast a vote for my local electorate and more importantly, for the next Prime Minister of Australia. As much as it means nothing to the rest of the world, and the fact both main party leaders are equally as annoying and hated upon by the general public; as a dutiful Australian, I'm entitled to vote - therefore I (might aswell) and should vote.

It was a tough decision, because all the parties are shoddy.

A vote for Labor - would mean voting for the first female Prime Minister of Australia? A woman who admits that she is a liar, and one who back-stabbed our previous PM, Kevin Rudd or K Rudd, and called for an "immediate" election to secure her spot in history. And honestly, how can anyone trust a person who bleeds for a week and doesn't die?

A vote for the Liberals - would mean we are led by a man, a misogynistic man, a chauvinistic man, a man who admits "He doesn't always tell the truth", a man who wanted to be a priest, a man who over-references his wife "Margie" (pronounced Mar-gee) in every speech, a man who can't count, a man who likes to wear speedos, a man who doesn't like boat people, gays or the national broadband network, a man who openly discusses his 4 daughter's virginity to the public, a man who has been charged with indecent sexual assault, a man who impregnated his then girlfriend at the age of 19, a man who is quoted by his daughter to be a "lame, gay, churchy loser"....nuff said..

A vote for the Greens - would mean a vote for the third most 'influential' party in the political circle. But who wants a bunch of hippies to lead the country? And their almighty leader is pushing 70...just let him..retire in peace.

Then there's the passer-bys, the extras, the people who take themselves a bit too seriously, the parties collective known as "Others": One Nation (Bunch of racists), The Communist Party of Australia (We love commies don't we?), Family First (Its time to get out of the suburbs and see the real world!), The Christian Democratic Party (I'm not against religion, but anyone who uses religion and religious practices to ascertain power, political influence and hence money is a dog in my books), and then The Australian Shooters and Fishers Party (haha they're all about hunting animals and recreational fishing....but the other funny thing is, their campaign headline is "Make your vote count, to keep the extreme Greens Party out hahhaha - they hate hippies too! Hooray!)

With these corkers, it was a hard decision for the good people. But rather than throwing away their vote, as suggested by Mr Latham - "as the ultimate protest". The good people had no choice, but to vote for the most ridiculous one of them all - "The Australian Sex Party" haha Noone really cares about the policy of the party, other than is it a real party? And also, is there an orgy or something if they win?

Anyway, the end result was a Hung Parliament, which means its a "tie", so noone is in absolute power, hence noone wins....

So who is leading our country at the moment? Absolutely noone...the country is in shambles

Maybe bring back The Rudd?