relaxed and inspired

Went to see mom at a hospital brought her a bunch of flowers and her favourite cookies - spent all my recently earned tuition money on it. She was obviously excited to see me and didnt want to let me go for 2 hours:) Its so easy to put a smile on someone's face! Besides, thinking of others is the best way to forget about my own sufferings which dont seem that unbearable anymore. Just on the contrary, taking care and thinking of someone else distracts you from anything not worth thinking of.
Wednesday and yesterday were the two most productive days of this week, practically didnt waste any time - love myself for being hard-working at times. Wish were hard-working every day of my life - makes me want to live and create!
(advise everyone to visit this: www.colinandkero.blogspot.com - two gay guys from Singapore enjoying their love and writing about their relationship)

My Love

Here's my love, my passion, my friend and my happiness.
Today after a long break I went horse-riding again and decided to share my joy and post his picture.
It was the most wonderful ride I ever had in my life: I felt every moment spent with him took me higher and made me want to fly as a bird, weightless and careless.

A nightmare

had scenes of deaths of my relatives and friends and crowds of terrifying cockroaches crawling up on me and surrounding me everywhere in my nightmares recently... last night had a real nightmare in a hospital where was brought by "Emergency Ambulance" which arrived in 40 min after a call. I've read somewhere that if such things happen it means I am in the dissonance with mother nature and the Moon. But what am I doing wrong?

Le Temps Qui Reste VS. Homophobia or vice versa?

le temps qui reste is a piece of art, or at least a piece of artistic interpretation of homosexual LOVE, which has its right to exist, as well as heterosexual love does. However when discussing the film, in a group of people sincerely interested in cinematography, I realized that men trying to oppose themselves against homosexuals, seemed completely ignorant in the sphere of love and its free expression. Moreover men, under the pressure of women's delight after the scenes of touching gay sexuality, felt their incapability to prove their opinions and were absolutely unable to give a reasonable background for their homophobia which was quite evident.
I still cant make it clear for myself: what frightned them most - watching two men kiss or realizing that women find it artistic and beautiful?
After an hour of all those men's phobias predominating logic and reason, I decided to leave with my, maybe too pathbreaking or frightening, but still my attitude to those of us who create absolutely new and therefore so hard to accept view on life.
(Melvil Poupaud - the source of my inspiration and the actor who has turned death into the process of enjoyment - is on the picture on the right)

a piece of home