if there's a will, there's a christmas decoration

Last Christmas was tough, I just lost the festive spirit. However this year I think it was restored to some extent, I was evening working from the 25th-27th and not a bother.

I think it's mainly because of my niece. Last year she just crawled around not doing much, this year she says 'Ho ho!', at the sight of Santa and gets all excited when the Christmas tree lights go on. Not only that but the Christmas shopping, getting to see the lights on people's houses and most importantly, the decorations.

Yes Christmas tree decorations are my favourite thing about Christmas, I just adore them. I dressed the tree this year, I was in awe with how beautiful my tree was. I would actually prefer to watch the tree than a film, it puts my mind at ease. I make it my duty that decorations are bought for the tree every year, one year I even got Christmas decorations for my mam's Christmas present. The above picture is not justifiable in comparison to the decorations that tangle gracefully on my tree.

You may laugh, but my tree is amazing. I have (and this is no lie) asked for the decorations to put in my mam's will. My sister has objected such a thing, the following only stresses how much these glowing objects are to me. She doesn't think its quite fair that I get ALL the decorations. I wouldn't mind but she's getting all her jewellery. She has developed a plan that the decorations should be divided, that one person picks five, then the other picks their five and so on until there is no decoration to spare.

However, this will never be the case. I will bring it to the courts if I have to, family or no family, these Christmas decorations are mine.

people's rights ignored

I have being silent about my views of the Adam Lambert's performance at the American Music Awards which occurred over a week ago. To be honest in regards to his public show of affection, I think a lot of it was unnecessary and coming from a gay man, quite cringe-worthy!

However putting a poor performance aside, the way the media have handled this is beyond upsetting. CBS blurring out the kiss between the two men but leave the Britney and Madonna in full view to the watching public. Then to have some of his appearances to be cancelled, with Chris Brown taking over his spot. Like I just don't understand how such big channels can get away with such obvious homophobia, sexism and double standards.


I can understand that the gay oral sex may have offended some, but to blur out a gay kiss between to men, have we really become so low that we can't try to break down the barriers that so many gay people are trying to fight in our society. Like will they blur out two gay men holding hands next, just because it may offend the few that don't agree with the gay community's essence.

If this was a case on race or discriminating the poor or elderly, there would be uproar. ABC and CBS would be forced to apologise. Can't people see what they have done is so unethical and are teaching the youth, the next generation, the wrong message. Like throw on a women beater on telly but avoid the controversial homosexual. These channels would have never stopped such controversial artist like Madonna and Lady Gaga, they would probably encourage it.

All this proves to me that when discriminating against acts of homosexuality, people can get away with it. People who illistrate our society to the developing world are getting away with it. How can the fight for equal rights narrow if such sanctions are allowed to be demonstrated? I can understand that some of the performance was inappropriate but how the event is been published from the media to the public is just not right. It makes me question people's understanding of a blatant civil right, the "Protection of discrimination", based on race, gender, religion and not forgetting sexual orientation.

Am I going a bit overboard or do you agree?

in loving memory

Last week I lost something very dear to me. I could always rely on him to provide warmth and time to let me think. It was his luxurious scent that put me to ease. He was there for me since as far as I can remember, any time I had to relax, think , put my mind to rest or even just for a good clean, I could always count on my him. Although he got cold on me after a while, it wouldn't take much to warm him up again.

Home just doesn't feel the same any more, I go into my bathroom and fall to the ground in tears. Now I'm left standing in despair when all I want is a bath, I'm left with a bloody shower. Yes, you see, my loyal companion of nearly 23 years is gone. Thrown at the side of my garden ready for the skip. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Although I had a last bath, I didn't know that was going to be the last. If I had of known that I would of prepared myself, I would of got bath salts and candles. I would of made it special.

I'm totally distraught, as you can imagine. Not only have I lost something very close to me but now I have to face a poor substitute to cleanse my mind. The days of relaxing, putting my feet up, are long gone. To the bath I cherished from the bottom of my heart, I miss you and no shower will ever come close to the times we shared.

R.I.P (1985-2009)

so i'm a type 3 today

Ever wonder why your 'pooh pooh' looks different sometimes, if something is a bit odd or your just not feeling right. Well if you look at the Bristol Stool Chart, you may find out your a Type 6 'pooh pooh'. This indicates your suffering from diarrhoea and you may want to start taking more fluids and supplements to ease the it.

First two types indicate constipation, type 3 & 4 are the desired 'poohs poohs' and the next three usually tell us your suffering from diarrhoea (the last one telling us the diarrhoea may be cost by food poisoning or infection).
So next time your weary about what you left in the toilet pot, just run to this post and you'll have a quick diagnosis.

what to collect next?

Since I was born I was always some form of a collector. My mother use to go into McDonald's and buy two set of toys, for me and my elder brother. I even remember having some of the ones below in my collection. It even came to the point that we got the boxes that you get with the Happy Meals and extra toy kept in it's packaging, so that we could sell them in years to come. Toys such as the ones below, became the first of the many things I collected.

The McDonald's toys were a continuous collection until my secondary school years. During this time I collected other things such as magazines. The first of the magazines I collected was one based on 'The Little Mermaid'. I looked everywhere for an archive but can't get one, it was very educational and you had the likes of Ariel to make it that much funnier. To be honest, this (and my fascination with flowers) were one of the first things for my mother to think, "Maybe my son is going to be gay!" After I got bored of that I began to collect Disney's Big Time and finally Gamesmaster. I think the latter was to try and hide my obsession with my sister's Barbies.

In the playground I loved pogs.

(Down below are some that I still have stored in my room)

I also collected Premier League stickers. Now this was just to fit in with the fact that I never played football really well at P.E. So being the young and naive kid that I was, I thought that this sticker collection thing would help me out among the kids. To some degree it did.

When Pokemon became a massive thing, of course I had to get involved, I wasn't going to be the kid that wasn't into Pokemon. It was such a big thing, look at the kid below and how crazzzzy he goes when he gets a card he needs..........I was never that crazy, I swear.



One of the proudest things I collected was stickers along with my sister, she bought them and I put them in her sticker book. Still to this day, I look at them with admiration.

(Below are some samples from her books. Wasn't I just so creative.)



The last major thing I collected was bar mats, this was during I'm becoming a teenager phase. At one point it became an addiction, I would go to every pub in a town or village, just to see if they had anything different.

(In the picture below, is some of the many I have stored in a bag in my room.)

So now that I'm an adult I wish to collect something new and refreshing. I'm a big fan of 'The Bone Collector', so maybe..............

doubt? i think not.

His name is Fernando Fernandes and if I ever question my sexual preference (which is very unlikely), all I have to is look at the below picture and snap right out of it.

However, if I have really bad day of doubt (which I never do) and the above picture can't help, I'll stare at the next picture. I don't think I'd even have to time it, I know I would be instantly in gay whatever land. HOT with capital letters is not even the way to phrase him, I'm lost with words, a hard task to throw at me and lose.

He is why men are greater than women.......................................fact!

losing my religion

Last May when I first heard of Lady Gaga I thought she was amazing, the best thing since sliced butter. As the hits grew around the globe I continued to hymn the tunes.

But then came the outrageous outfits, ridiculous statements during concerts and a sense that everything is just one big act. In regard to this act I'm referring to, all the 'fakeness' that surrounded everything she was doing. It just felt like so much to soon. In 9 months it was constant, and she had already being giving the new reigning princess of pop title by my major hate 'Perez Hilton'. I think it's Perez's love for Gaga that really turned the tide, to be honest. He just has her on such a pedestal and it kills me, like I'm talking 'pass me the fucking robe' killing me. Everything was just amazing, not one criticism. Better than anything else in the whole wide world, not one flaw! This talk just pulled the robe tighter.

'Bad Romance' came along and I was like at last something not that great. But still annoyingly annoying Perez was blazing her halo a light. I'm close to pushing the chair at this stage.

Then this occured;



It left me hanging, I was gutted. Not because it was terrible and predictable but because it was amazing. I actually had to watch it again and again and again. I even began to love (not like but love) the song.

The reason this is killing me (and I mean physical pain here) is that Perez is right to have her on such a pedestal. Music and I centre on pop music when I speak, needs her. Without her it would be quite boring, nothing to it, same old stuff continued to been thrown at us. She is giving the whole package from the single's cover to her over the top performances. Nothing is lack'n'lazy with her, everything is to the full. People may say but she once had brown hair, it's all an act! But so fucking what, what she is doing is nothing short of allowing her creativity to run wild. She's making bold statements, causing controversy, giving her everything and still providing an A+ product in the consumer's hands and mind.

This post was actually difficult for me to write and you may laugh, but writing this means I've giving in to a lot of opinions that I wouldn't accept. Still in denial, I wont say things I may later regret......

.......I just hope Britney gives me something new and refreshing that will make me continue to be her loyal loving husband.

(I listened to Britney throughout writing this post just to hold on to some faith)

my hates are

I hate the Metro-pushing-wont leave me alone-in my face-no thanks-people, that roam the streets of Dublin in the early hours of Monday to Friday mornings.

I hate every lad magazine that glorify women's sexy bits.

I hate pescetarians.

I hate Westlife's cover of "The Rose".

I hate funerals.

I hate all computer animated films, except anything PIXAR.

I hate when people play with their food.

I hate when my sister is on the fucking computer stopping me from been on the computer.

I hate when I have to turn down the music and I hear myself!

I hate fakeness but still love "The City".

I hate when blackout/I cannot remember.

I hate liking and not being liked back.

I hate when somebody puts a cigarette bud on the ground when there is a cigarette bin a few steps away from them.

I hate people's hate on anything Britney related.

I hate documentation and giving report.

I hate when I'm in the dog house.

I hate being moneyless and knowing I have to be moneymore.

I hate when Friends comes on and you realize it's from season 6 or onwards.

I hate when pegs ruin my clothes on the clothesline.

I hate cats.

I hate Perez.

I hate how I can't hit them Celine Dion high notes.

I hate being corrected.

I hate when tea is not Lyon's tea.

I hate that I keep typing 'ahte' when all I want to type is 'hate'.

I hate that my boredom has led to my hates

"...like do you ever watch any cock fights?"

So I was working night duty for the past week in my hospital. I was the only student on in the whole hospital so I was getting very bored towards my last night. I was working with one of the Filipino nurses, and by day seven we were getting on great, so I was totally taken back when our conversation began as the following.

Nurse: David, are you into cock fights?
Davih: Huh? What? (Kinda getting awkward, leaning towards him, and my eyes looking very worried)
Nurse: Yeah! Like do you ever watch any cock fights?
Davih: Em...I'm a little confused. (I was definitely perspiring at this stage)
Nurse: Would you ever place a bet?
Davih: On a cock fight! (Voice raised)
Nurse: Yeah! To see who wins......like you know a cock, em, like a rooster. You know a rooster ?
Davih: Oh!....You mean cockadoodledoo. (Posture relaxes, eyes look down to the ground in relieve and the sweating eased)

Anyone that befriends me, knows that the expressions my face pull do as much communication as if I were to speak. Not once did I think he was referring to a rooster when he spoke of the cock. So you can only imagine my head was going ninety.

But in fact he was discussing the below.

**WARNING**

Any veggies or "I could never wear fur" people out there, this clip is not for you.



So, basically it's a fight between two cocks until one dies, the Filipinos do their PaddyPower thing and the winners gain, while the losers mourn the death of their beloved cock.

Any cock fight I imagined, always had a different ending!

why so much disrespect?

At this stage I'm sure everyone is aware of Michael Jackson's untimely death. However his death has been shadowed by Perez Hilton's latest installment to his recent behaviour.

Just when it was announced that Michael had been rushed to hospital due to a cardiac arrest. Perez posted the following blog on his site;

"We knew something like this would happen!!
Michael Jackson was taken by ambulance from his Holmby Hills home to a nearby Los Angeles hospital on Thursday afternoon!!
Supposedly, the singer went into cardiac arrest and the paramedics had to administer CPR!!!
His mother is even on the way to visit him!!!
We are dubious!!
Jacko pulled a similar stunt when he was getting ready for his big HBO special in '95 when he "collapsed" at rehearsal!
He was dragging his heels on that just like his upcoming 50 date London residency at the 02 Arena, of which he already postponed the first few dates!!!
Either he's lying or making himself sick, but we're curious to see if he's able to go on!!!
Get your money back, ticket holders!!!! "

He later altered the post knowing the severity of what Perez thought was a stunt.

Why is this getting to me?

I'm annoyed because Perez seems to me becoming a moral conscious for so many who look at his site. People look at his goss and his comments that follow, and worship it. He goes on about celebrities misfortunes and mishaps except the one's that lick his ass with compliments (yes, Lady GaGa and Katy Perry I'm talking to yous'). He disrespects girls that have caused no harm but simply because they are linked to the likes of Zac Efron and Robert Pattinson. Jealous are we?

My disrespect of Perez hit a peak when he posted exclusive pictures of Dustin Lance Black having unprotected gay sex and his use of anti-gay slurs against Will-i-am. For a man who projects himself as fighting the gay cause, instead he has begun to taint the image of gay people and the lives they lead. We fight for equality, but in getting equality we need the support of everyone. Such incidents supported by Perez just gives us a bad name or maybe Perez just gives gay people a bad name. If thats the case I don't want to be associated with such a creature in any form.

Having heard that Michael had been rushed to the hospital for a cardiac arrest, you would think that he would have waited to see how such a fatal incident might map out but not Perez. Instead he gives one last public dig at him while the paramedics try to bring him back.

Sad really but it always stems back to one question- why so much hate and disrespect for people? And then he questions why someone might have the want to hit him. To be honest, I can imagine people muttering alot worse that they wish to do to such an ugly (coming from the inside as well as the outside) human being.

and the winner is

These three following acts with their following songs bring so much joy to my ears.

Who do you prefer?

What do I think? Well my ears are filled with so much euphoria of happiness with all 3, that it's really hard. They're all heading for the finish line and it may be a 3 way tie!

The first of the songs I discovered when I seen the new O2 priority advert, and with that 1 minute I immediately fell in love it. It's 'Cosmic Love' by Florence and the Machine. I couldn't wait to here the full version, and now I've found it. It's so good.



Next up is Noisettes with 'Never Forget You'....



The last is 'Mathematics' by Little Boots. I have loved this for the last 5 months and it hasn't grown old. To hear it in its full effect you'll have to listen to it in this made up video. I swear I'm not behind it, it just so happens more gay people have good taste.



So what you think?

when a good song is ruined

When I ever think of my Friday's evening as a child, The Late Late Show always comes to mind. From Gay Byrne to the chair that became bigger than the show, to the annual Christmas toy show. I was always asleep by ten resting my head on my mam and would wake up in my room come morning. However one song would always would wake me from my sleep. That song was,'The Town I loved so Well'. Since Phil Coulter was a regular on the show, it was more than once that I've being woken by the song.

By the end of the song my mam would always have a tear in her eye. This puzzled me. Although I was aware that there was sadness in his tone, I always thought it was because he was sad. Sad that he was from the town he loved so much because this darn interview on The Late Late Show had to happen. My mam told me that I once said, "Sure he can go home tomorrow and everything will be better." Eventually I realized what it was all about which made me appreciated the song more and it was always one of my all time Irish favourites.



Recently the song has lost its impact, it lost its warmth! Ever since I found out that Dan White played this song on repeat while committing suicide as a shout out to his Irish heritage, it has just ruined everything I loved about it! The important message that lay in the song has now been eclipsed by the fact that this was the murdering homophobics last song played before he died. I can barely listen to it now, sad really but there you go.

Sometimes it takes more than a cover or over-playing to ruin a song, just as I've learned.

everyday judgement day

I was brought up knowing there was a heaven and a hell. I think it was my mam that told me about it. I went to bed thinking, "Mam would you ever loose the 9-5 job cause you have one major imagination going on up there." I soon discovered it wasn't the case, my mam was listening to the many fairytales told in church.

But one thing always stuck with me from this story. It was that I would be judged when I die and that a decision would be made whether you go to heaven or hell.

I imagined me approaching a large golden gate with naked men (it's my fucking heaven alright) at both sides telling me to wait for the higher being. There he would decide my fate. He always felt that I was always good enough not to go to hell but that I needed some cleansing before I enter heaven. So he drew a line fire, I had to cross it and as a result I would be purified.

Well I haven't faced that meeting yet, hence, the writing of the blog. Still, why do I feel like I'm facing a wall of fire every step I take.

I thought I'd face an intervention of judging when I die. That's not the case, it's never been the case and I'm thinking I should give up in it every been the case. Because I'm judged when I walk down the street and entering a gay pub. Hesitation runs through my face when I say,"Tallaght is my hometown", due to the stigma attached to the area. I'm even been judged when I mention Britney Spears as an artist I listen to. Worst of all, I'm judged for things I've done which has never caused any harm to anyone else. Things that are no business of their own, things that were heard from others, and them not even knowing the full story. Such things which influence their feelings and thoughts of myself, and as a result I'm judged and tainted.

I have judged in the past, I'm no Saint Davih. However, I would question by judging, I would listen to all the whats and whys. If the person is causing no harm to anyone else, I'd try very hard to look pass the black and white and see the grey. Because everything is not what it seems, a point everyone should take note of.

I'm sick of all the purgatory at this stage, so when I die i'll be taking a detour to Limbo rather than the golden gates of heaven.

in love with.....

......this version of Zombie.

Jay Brannan, you impressed me.

i wanna take a ride on your disco stick.....

.....well, do you know what Lady GaGa I don't give a shit.

Cause I want that fucking cool fitted, black, leather peaked cap that the fella is wearing in the following scenes below;

At 0.26, when we first the hot hat,

Then at 0.56-1.29, the hot hat does some cool dancing at this stage,

We get a glimpse of the hat at 1.35,

It's having hopping time in the train from 1.47-1.58,

Another final glimpse at 2.14-2.16.


I've being looking for it everywhere, and all I get is this old ancient military stuff.

I remember Jake Shears was wearing a cool one on the Cover of Attitude back in June 06, and I wanted it back then too.......

I want it more than Google's fucking Dad's scarf (Google remember, my birthday is the 22nd of March)!!!

Where can you get them?

Help!

My life depends on it.

do it again now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals,
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

Exactly what The Bloodhound Gang said.

You see it annoys me that sex is considered a bad word to some. Maybe it's because they don't want there children to lose their innocence at such a young age or some feel it's a topic which should be only spoken within the bedroom walls.

But we're living in an age where the taboo factor of sex should be long gone. The time were people never spoke about it was when people who shouldn't be doing it were. Who? The priests of Ireland, the ones that considered it a sin.

You see people forget that it such a natural thing, everyone does it! See the dolphins below their having a fucking threesome for God sake. That one is getting a right dicking.



If it was such a bad thing, why do we feel so great during and after it.

You see even the birds know we're on to a good thing.

That bird is getting a pounding.



So lets get away from our missionary position and enjoy what could become your true calling to go to bed.

Watch sex for sex tips, rather than switch the channel because you feel uncomfortable. Take notes. If mammals, even birds can do it without any cares in the world, why should you shy away from it.

Open the curtains.

Get a dildo.

Have a wank on the bus (let the pensioner see).

Do it again already.

i'm a boobietarian

Yes you heard me,

basically it means I exclude boobs out of my daily lifestyle.

Even when I was a baby, my mother said I was the only one that never took to breastfeeding. She blames the milk......

....however I think different, even at 6 hours post-delivery I couldn't stomach the concept of a breast in my mouth.

When I starting playing dump, kissing girls, pretending it was like the best thing since slice butter-I knew the thought of go up along the outside of someone's bra would make me die inside.

I've never felt up a girl....no lie!

I ran into to a wall once, when someone came chasing towards me with the notion she was going to smother to death with her boobies.

I can't understand the attraction to them, even with all the things you can do with them (like down below), I can only find ways to dislike them. My dislike has grown to become a great hatred of recent years and below you will get my 11 reasons why:
#1-The right breast.

#2-The left breast.

#3-The formation of the two, the set basically.

#4-The nipple.

#5-Saggy breasts, nothing scares me more when they hang. And women out there let me tell you another thing, they don't improve with age. They become drooping testicles with eyes pointing out at ya.

#6-Fake breasts, the ones that defy all the laws of gravity. Just let them be, stop adding unwanted attention to the yokes.

#7-The tan line that breasts leave behind. Like if your gonna have them, you might as well let them see the sun. Or is that girls really do know how manky they really are?

#8-When the nipple is a far darker colour than the boob itself or when the nipple devours the whole breast. It's like they caught AIDS or something. And the inverted nipples are rank too.

#9-When one boob is bigger than the other. How unfortunate for such an unfortunate creation that I have to suffer to see everyday of my life.

#10-The sexual image of them makes me cry. Someone once told me how she made someone cum all over her by giving him a titty wank. Picture the pearl necklace folks.......ain't pretty is it?

#11-Finally they produce milk.........vomit!!!

77 anyone?

Lately I've beginning to think, if you want anyone to see Dublin in it's true glory. Pop them on a 77.

Why? I'll explain.

I get on the bus and walk in with a group of everyones. You have the following (highlighted in green);
-The ordinary people-the people that work at banks, shops or where ever they work. Who listen to their i-pod and cause no harm. The ones who just want to get home to their families or friends. The ones that look out the window waiting for the bus stop to arrive.

-The troublesome- they're the ones on the back of the bus upstairs that always make that annoying women talk from the speakers, "Dublin bus would like to remind you, that it is illegal to smoke on all buses........".

-Then you would get the Travellers coming on, probably start a fight within their clan and then drift on into conversation, which is more like mumble to my ears. Something about playing golf and you just know that doesn't contain a 18 hole golf course.

-You usually get the junkie types, swaying side by side off their seats but managing to stay on the seat all the less, they usually get off at Cork street though.

-The emos and rockers-they speak for themselves in appearance more than anything else.

-The school-kids\teenagers-bring the noise to the bus. If it's not their ridiculous talk in show, it's their phones playing music aloud.

-The gays-this would include my fabulous self, a highlight of the journey if i may just add.

-The pram pushers-the ones that block the entrance for the whole journey.

-The pensioners-talking about the old times, bingo on Sunday night or the latest news that hits the airwaves. Looking at every new passenger with a smile.

-The foreigners-most likely Polish or from Africa. Coming to Ireland in hope of a better life, the ones that never are a spot of trouble, well on the buses in anyway.

My point. In such a journey we get to see Dublin. We see all that represents Dublin, well maybe apart from the super rich. But I'll bring my guest to Legs to see that.

You see, people forget that Tallaght has a population of well over 100 thousand. They hear and witness the bad but forget the ordinary, the ones who cause no harm, the ones who take a bus to go home to their precious kids. The ones that look at the minority in disguise, who are ashamed of their neighbours that cause so much unwanted trouble.

I'm no Tallaght romantic, I'm well aware of what takes place. But I'm also a firm believer that if it wasn't for my Tallaght roots, I would have become a narrow-minded fool who could never understand the 'buts' in life. Who just thinks one way but can never stir their thoughts in a different direction.

So please, I beg, all you Hitlers and Stalins out there, don't nuke Tallaght!

Why?

Because I have a 77 to catch tomorrow morning.

the writing's on my ankle

When I went away to Thailand, Etain and myself got drunk one night. To be fair Etain was far drunker than myself but in the end we decided to get a tattoo on our ankle. We wanted something small. At one point I think a freckle was suggested but we soon said let's do some thing that means something to us both. So me, being very fond of my history and gay heritage, I suggest a triangle. It would be a triangle that points towards the ground, like the ones down below. This triangle represented the homosexuals that were killed in the concentration camps in Nazi-Germany.
We ended up getting a black triangle each. Then I thought to myself the pink triangle represents the gay men that were victimized in Nazi-Germany. Our triangles were black. So basically my triangles mean shit to me. They weren't pink, so they have nothing to with my heritage at all, I have a black triangle that means absolutely nothing to me. And if you saw the triangle, you wouldn't even think it was a bloody triangle, looks like a faded heart to me.

Then I thought myself, what does the black triangle actually represent?

Well, at first I discovered it represented the anti-social which included; mentally-disabled, homeless, alcoholics and prostitutes.

But then to my annoyance, I found that lesbians were giving this colour as a representation of their sexuality.

Well I'm not impressed! I'm actually becoming a lesbian. The majority of my close friends are lesbians. I had to stop going to the L word viewings because I felt I was becoming to close to having my penis fall off and then everything would change vagina like. But now I have a symbol on my ankle that says I'm a lesbian too.

What have I done?

I'm gonna have to get this thing changed quick especially before I start liking girls (oh my god, I think I'm going to vomit).

davih's mind's diary

Wanna see how my mind works?

Well this blog is your lucky blog.

When Davih is broke and not happy with the content that the T.V. televises his mind begins to drift.

First he begins to think about past events, which with him was Friday night. Davih got drunk, danced, had a laugh, met a man and wakes up to the sound of Michelle in his right ear. He can still hear the echo of her giving out, never in the wrong attitude, the I'm Michelle and your Davih scenario-telling me to hurry my ass to her clamped car now!!! After a while, Davih begins to block out the events of such a night-and starts a clean slate, a slate that allows him to be himself all over again not affected by past encounters because to him thats all they are, past forgotten encounters.

Davih begins to think about his dream guy. He usually thinks about the famous. At first it would be one figure like Kellan Lutz. Then Paul Walker, Gael Garcia Bernal, Albert Reed and Ryan Reynolds would all pop up, naked of course, all giving me a cheeky wink......

.......ten minutes later, Davih begins to focus on the reality that, that would never never happen. He begins to local, after realizing that nothing in Dublin interests him-he drifts towards his career and the idea of traveling. London, Australia, maybe even Canada. He begins to think maybe a nurse isn't the job he thrives to do. Maybe an actor, a writer or even a director. But for such a concept to be achieved, he needs something original. He needs something that was never thought of before. He thinks politics, sex (again), relationships and even religion. Then something hits him, he thinks on the lines of the afterlife and reincarnation. Although such concepts are not original, he's on a roll, he has an idea and it develops into this;

-We have a young twenty year old man whom suffers from epilepsy. One night when he's out he has a seizure but bangs his head heavily off the corner of a table. He's brought to hospital for observations and when all is clear, he his discharged home. Everything seems to be going normal until he begins to get weird nightmares. These dreams are all centered in the early 90's and around a murder, each one revisits the murder more clearly.

-They begin to feel to real to him , he begins to take notes and investigates the murder. He soon finds out that such a murder did take place, everything he dreamed fitted exactly with the murder case. The murderer committed suicide after the horrific murders. The date that he died was the day that my lead was born. He becomes freaked! Why did he dream such dreams? The dates....was it a coincidence?

-He tells his girlfriend who tells him to not worry, that he is reading to much into everything. But it is clear that everything is freaking him out to much and we witness him become distant and a recluse. His attitude changes and it soon becomes visible to his girlfriend and the audience that maybe the lead and the murderer have a lot more in common than meets the eye.

How will it end?

Davih never got that far, he got distracted by a phone call.

So there you have it, a glimpse in the mind of Davih Cassidy.

what the 'calendar' f***?

I was walking down Grafton Street last night, all snuggled up in my jacket, minding my own business. Turned to my right seen some calendars, continued to walk, stopped, walked back and realized it wasn't some calendars, it was actually a shop full of them. In fact the shop was called, Calendar Club.

Don't get me wrong whatever your into and all but I instantly thought this was very Talbot St of Grafton. A calendar shop on what I was believed to be one of the most prestigious streets of the world. Especially when the streets rents is one of the highest in the world. I remember the time when Meteor were finding it difficult to get a outing just because of its name, not because money was short.

And now they have a CALENDAR SHOP. What does this mean? Are we going to be expecting a euro shop along the street soon? Please don't tell me the bad times have brought this on.....a CALENDAR SHOP!!! It's a disgrace that this was allowed, I thought my eyes were playing tricks with me, but no, I double checked! Will someone please give me an explanation to this because I just don't get it.

Whats next for Grafton Street?

A shop that sells hearts in all shapes and sizes for Valentines and then some shamrocks for Paddy's Day!

ah, ha, ha ,ha, stay alive

I've just begun my internship as a student nurse in St. Micheal's hospital last week. But before us students could go on the wards, we had to revise our CPR technique.

I soon learned that in America, they consider The Bee Gees' classic 'Stayin' Alive', the best song to follow while giving compressions to a person receiving CPR. Can you imagine? Someone gets a heart attack, the whole mood tense and panicked. I give my two breathes of mouth to mouth and then all of a sudden I look up to see the person giving compressions, bouncing his head from side to side with the beat of 'Stayin' Alive' ringing in his mind! Made me laugh.


So just in case your ever in Wax and the music gets to much for somebody and they drop to the ground. Block out the 'Din Din', think The Bee Gees and also do the following:

-Run to your victim, ask him if he's okay. If there's no response get someone to call the ambulance.

-Remember A-B-C

-Check A- which is the airway. There may be some form of obstruction, stopping the person from breathing. Look and listen for any signs of breathing, if your not getting anything, put one hand on their forehead and your under their chin. gently tilt their head backwards. By doing this you are now opening the airway. If they're still not breathing....you'll have to aid them further.

-By assisting their B-this is their breathing. you must keep your hand on their chin, with the other hand pinch their nose. Then give two breathes. Watch his lungs rise as you do this. I f there is still no response, go to step C.

-Step C is circulation. For you to know is there any circulation we want to check for a pulse. Put your finger between their windpipe and neck muscles, slightly add pressure. If you feel no beat, the heart is not beating. Now you have to give compressions (think the Bee Gees).

-Put your two hands, one on top of the other, on the sternum, this is where the lower ribs meet. interlace your fingers, lock you elbows and use your body weight for compression. Depth of compressions should be about 1.5 to 2 inches. Count aloud while you give 30 compressions. At the end of each cycle give two breathes, after 4 cycles check for any sign of consciousness. Continue if there is still no response.
You should be giving about 100 compressions per minute, 'Stayin' Alive' has nearly the same amount of beats, it has 103 beats per minute!

-Continue until aid comes you way.