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.