What A Way To Cab The Night Off

After not clubbing for a while, I finally went out again last night :) and yes it was pretty fun! The night actually capped off with the club playing gangnam style… would you believe it? A club down under playing gangnam, and the boys were loving it, Asians and Caucasians alike.

O-oo-O -Ooppa Gangnam Style!

Seeing that it was getting late, and with the losing of an hour because the clock turns ahead for Daylight-Saving, I decided to finally end my night of 3-Bs… Boys, Booze and Body shaking (that’s what everyone was doing… not actually dancing, lol) to hitch a cab home. And boy oh boy, I had one of the most interesting conversations with the cabbie driver. 

I gotta get me one of these!

I started off politely telling him where I wanted to go and continued to ask him how his night was. And he said it was not as busy as he’d like, but he knew he’d always get customers if he waited outside the gay bar. And so I replied saying yea, that is true, we like to party :)

“Yea gay guys like to party, and they have all the money to spend partying… No need worry about wife and kids, so very good. I telling my wife, next life no more born as straight!”

And I thought, wow… okay cool… Then he went on…

“but all the party happen when young, when they get old, they know it no good. No wife and No children… that when they know problem”

(pardon the English, but I think he was an Italian migrant and that was the way he spoke)

I thought okay whatever, I don’t really need to continue this conversation. Everyone is entitled to what he or she thinks. BUT, he then repeats the same thing again, about how when gay guys grow old they regret, and that some of his taxi customers tell him that.

So being the good gay that I was, I thought it was time to defend the community a bit, and I said

“Well that’s why gay people lobby for same-sex marriage, so that we can grow old with the people we love, but straight people don’t like that do they? They want to stop gay people from getting married with the people they love”

I was thinking to myself, way to go Lucas, get the stupid cabbie!

The conversation could have ended there, but no… it went on…

“if they want to get marriage, maybe it okay, but when they want to hav children then it is a problem because children need mommy and daddy”

WTF?

When I heard that, I almost burst a blood vessel, partly because of the promoted hemoglobin flow from the alcohol, but also mostly because of how ignorant this cabbie was. Once again, being the good gay that I am, I could not possibly have let that rest and slept properly that night (or morning). 

“Are you saying that 2 fathers or 2 mothers cannot possibly raise a child properly? That a family must surely have a father and a mother? (he answers with an affirmation) So then the state and the government then has a right to remove children from single moms and dads because it is not a proper family, is that what you are trying to say?” 

Silence… I was thinking, score Lucas! Homos-1, Breeders -0

Then he says

“Yes but before divorce as single parent, they have proper family so that is okay. 2 men and 2 women cannot have child in first place, so not okay.”

I believe had I accepted the offer of the last tequila shot at the bar; I’d have burst my second blood vessel of the night. So then I retorted by saying that, yes but after divorce they are worse than a gay couple, because they only have one parent, so then again it must be the states responsibility to take the child away from the single parent. Silence from him. Then I went on to say that, gay couples do end up adopting as well and so all of that has the potential to solve the orphan problems in a lot of communities. Once again no reply from him…

And then he finally said that “no government can take child away from single parent", and that, "that would be wrong” 

But apart from that he had nothing else to say. Thankfully I arrived at my stop after that. So I politely said to him

“Everyone is entitled to their own views, but if your view is in anyway hypocritical or biased, then please do not try to impose it on others. If single parents are good enough to raise a child, then a gay or lesbian couple would be just as good if not twice as good.”

I further urged him not to only see things from one point of view, and to have a good night. His lack of reply after my soapbox lines either meant that I have managed to enlighten him a bit; or that his cabbie instincts kicked in and reminded him that he should never start an argument with the customers. 

Signing out.

Still Here and Fighting On!

Its been ages since I last posted something here, so I thought its high time I posted something to remind everyone that Lucas is still lurking around.

A quick update on what's going on in my universe at the moment... My first job out of uni is going great and the best part about the new job are my supportive colleagues. Absolutely amazing! Wont be dwelling too much into my work here, as the blog is more about my personal thoughts and life, rather than my professional one.

Next big thing going on in my life is that I’m finally fully trained in combat! I actually started off my combat addiction way back in 2010, yes… sometimes I think its more of an addiction than passion :) Finding that it was both an awesome cardio workout and at the same time still relatively-comparatively masculine, I was hooked!

Thumbs up to Takashi and one of my fellow instructors here down under for inspiring and motivating me to become an instructor! Its taken me actually a very long time to go from participant to  full fledged instructor, but now I’m finally on the timetable! Woohoo! Last week I led my very first class alone :)

Look who's on the board this week!!!

… okay I don’t have a permanent class of my own yet and I’m currently only subbing for other instructors, but all in good time... And also, if any of you were wondering, NO, I do not go to sleep every night hoping that an instructor falls sick so that I can cover them. Honest, I promise!

I am however working hard and asking around for a permanent time slot that both suits my time and is accessible to me by public transport...

Having the opportunity to motivate others through their combat workout is actually a very wonderful feeling and having gone through the whole process of becoming an instructor, I must say that I'm very happy to be where I am now. Its actually a funny feeling leading a class through their workout though. I get hyper excited when I get rostered a class, but five minutes before class, all the excited cocoons in my tummy magically morphs into butterflies (at the fking same time) and all of a sudden I have this butterfly park in my stomach making me extremely nervous. To me, teaching combat is fun, scary, exciting and nerve wrecking all blended into a tall (and trendy) glass of healthy smoothie mix.

Signing out.

Lime Thief

Was invited to a friend's house today for drinks, and the original intention of drinks tonight was to help a friend drown his sorrows of his recent break up.I however rocked up and completely unintentionally stole the lime-light for the wrong reasons. Which brings me to the reason and term... Schadenfreude.



Schadenfreude, was a term I learned from watching Boston Legal, yes sue me, but I love corny comedies like that. Basically what that term means is for one to derive pleasure from another's suffering or demise. It's actually a German term, so when saying the word, the best pronunciation can be achieved holding a genuine German brew during October.
After researching the word to refresh my memory, which basically means Wikipedia-ing, it's explained that it's a German word that doesn't really have an English equivalent. Probably not because the English don't experience schadenfreude, but rather because they are in denial about their short comings.

Apparently people with lower self esteem are more likely to experience schadenfreude. I guess that says something about yourself if you feel happy seeing your friends fail. Although I must say we are all bound to feel some form of schadenfreude sometimes in our lives. Like in a game of chess, chess not chest, if your opponent loses, it simply means you win. In situations like that, wouldn't schadenfreude be justified?

Nonetheless, this is probably a very undesired and unhealthy feeling to develop. In some sense our education system in Boleh-land somewhat encourages this . Because everyone's academic scores are always compared to each other, if I perform badly in a class it is always reason for my friends to celebrate, isn't it... Because it means their academic position in class will be better than mine. Schadenfreude anyone?

I digress, back to my friend's house and the drowning of sorrows. Whether it was a form of schadenfreude or their genuine concern for my situation, they started asking me about my love life, which in this case was undeniably, undoubtedly, unmistakably a non-existent entity. And despite it being a night for the friend that just broke up, I started to steal the lime light and ranted for the longest period of time about the situation I was in.

Oh bad bad Lucas... LoL, I went on and on about my failed dates and guy mismatch situation. And some of the other less glorious parts of my life as it is.I think if it was a case of schadenfreude for my friends, it was then a win win situation for everyone. Because I felt better voicing out my problems, and at the same time if they feel better hearing that there are other sad people out in the world, then it's a win win for everyone. Right?



To the friend that just broke up, I like to repeat the cliche of fishes and seas... And to say that it is better to have found out earlier, than later.

To my friends that gave me an outlet to voice my problems and listened to my ranting, I wanna say thank you, because I think it helped heaps.

Signing out.

A Mic for Christmas

Well, since starting a new job recently, I've been super busy... hence the super duper ultra belated blog update... but today's post will be a rant about one of the dates I've been on recently.

Picture this...

Sample of cute guy

You meet this cute guy on a social networking site... he looks hot and cute, two ridiculously superficial qualities I can't help but like, and sounds like a decent person when exchanging messages. So then you swap numbers with him and arrange to go out for dinner together...

Everything seems perfect, until you finally meet up, and the thing I say most, on what I consider to be the first date, is none other than: "huh?" and "what?".

Mind you that isn't in response to something crazy or outrageous that he said... rather its because I can't hear him half of the time. That is seriously a real turn off!

Boys, speak up! If I wanted to date a chirping sparrow... I would have done that... although I wouldn't know what we would do in the bedroom. I find it an absolute turn off when guys just whisper their answers... how can we have a decent conversation if I can't hear your responses? Am I scaring you that much that you can't find your voice.

Err... Hello! We aren't in a library okay... you don't have to lower your voice and whisper... The only signal I get from a guy that doesn't talk with a normal volume is that he lacks confidence... and some guys may like a timid, quiet, barely audible boyfriend...(14th century men: women are meant to be seen not heard? or was it slaves?) but not me. I think conversation and communication is important, so if we can't have that, then I don't think anything is going to work out.

Hey, this was just a dinner meet up... Imagine if we were doing some other extra curricular activities together,

"More? Do you want more?"

"..."

"huh? what did you say?" (for the kinkier readers, no he isn't gagged -.-)

“…”

“huh? I cant hear you…”

Well there goes the mood, turn off man...

mind you I was asking him if he wanted to do more reps...

Word of advice boys, speak up, confidence attracts!

Signing out.

Too nice! You Lose!

Literally Bromantic!

Okay this is really starting to bug me... Why does the bad guy always win?

Spoiler alert for This Means War... If you still wanna watch the movie... Then don't read on... I kid you not.

Anyway, I went out and watched the movie last week with a friend... A girl... That is if any of you were wondering. Anyway, we watched This Means War! When I first saw the trailer ages ago, I found both the actors very attractive... And couldn't wait to watch it.

In terms of realism... The show completely lacks any realistic elements. But in terms of comedy... Hold on to your seats folks, coz you're gonna be laughing your heads off. Oh... And just a side note, the bromance within the movie is very cute too :) wish I had that with my best friend...

Anyway, not to spoil too much Of the movie... The guy that cheats, lies, and plays dirty eventually wins the heart of the legally blonde actress... She is awesome by the way!

What I dont get is how is it possible that the nice guy always finishes last... I seriously find that very very disturbing :( I like to think that I'm more of the nice guy... and most certainly hate to think (or to know) that I always finish last.

What is it about having a bad streak that is attractive?

Cute, Lean and has a Brittish accent... What's not to like? Oh and he is nice too

After watching that movie, I felt sooo sorry for the nice guy that lost out... (if I could I would have given him a nice big cuddle *devious smile*) but yea... I felt sorry for him.

I understand we all need a little bit of adventure and danger in our lives... all in the name of keeping life interesting... But isn't picking the bad guy the wrong choice? I'm sure there comes a time in life where you just want to settle down and cut back on the adventure... will mister-I'll-steal-your-heart-by-being-a-bad-guy be the right guy for you?

All I'm saying is that I think the nice guy should be given a chance to finish first... don't you think?

Signing out.

Exceeding Expectations!

I am officially back in the house. This time hopefully for real!

I realise that blogging was always a way for me to just let go of myself when I was a student... Most of my blog posts were by-products of just me sipping a flat white (the coffee some of us drink here down under), at my favourite cafe, chillingly typing away at my keyboard and trying to get down something legible.



So for my return post, I’d like to talk a little about expectations...

Caught up with a few good friends for coffee over the weekend, and the conversation steered to ‘expectations’… and somehow I think what I got from that conversation was that I just simply expected too much. Especially in terms of getting a response...

me... waiting for a response...

What I said to my friends was that I thought people in the gay world simply weren’t courteous enough. Most of them don’t ever reply to my greeting messages online or Grindr. Boys, I get that I may look like a troll to you… but the least you can do is just give me a short reply saying you are not interested… At the very least I know that you’ve seen my message. Is it really that difficult?

Well apparently its okay that people don’t message me back… and that I should just move on and not let it bother me. Frankly I don’t know why, but it just bothers me that a simple reply cannot be written. SERIOUSLY? How long is it going to take you to type “sorry not interested, have a nice day” SERIOUSLY!!??!!??!!??

Well I guess after having that conversation… I’ll have to start telling myself that it is normal that people don’t respond. It could be because they aren’t interested and its their way of saying NO, it could be because they have no manners, or it could just be because they can’t be fucked… (well in a physical sense... if you can't meet them, you can't fuck them, rite?) Either way, I really have to start to expect less… and not let it bother me too much anymore…

What if I looked like that?

Sometimes I can’t help but think that if I looked like Channing Tatum, I wouldn’t have this problem… or maybe I would… who knows… maybe I was right all along… people just aren’t courteous enough! And I've been expecting too much all along!

Signing out.