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Brian Gorrell – An Objective View

Someone I know started a blog that landed him a book deal plus coverage from BBC. Yes, that’s the good news. The not too great follow-up however is that this friend of mine, Brian Gorrell, is HIV positive. He tells his whole angst filled spiced with his rather blunt expression of raw anger.

Brian’s story is one too familiar. He is an HIV positive Aussie guy, who fell deeply and foolishly in love with some Filipino guy known as Delfin. Brian admits that he did enjoy the beach paradise at a place called Boracay but his kind of “eden” didn’t last too long. He didn’t know that his boyfriend was associating with socialites allegedly with “crime links” and he witnessed the not too pleasant reality of living among the extremely rich who have acquired their money through less than decent and legal means.Last that I managed to chat with him, he admitted that his blog was something that he needed to do to release his “rage”. Rage is a good thing sometimes. Or at least, the releasing of ‘rage’- because it can be something like a catharsis. I guess that was why Brian Gorrell just HAD to start a blog.It was the only therapy that was available while he was hurting.His blogging was like his own version of personal journaling. Perhaps there were days when he was crying while banging his keyboard. But he does have one thing – GUTS!

Read more HERE……



The Absurdity of Playing Cyber Detective
July 27, 2007, 4:10 pm
Filed under: blogging communities, friendship, hot, humor, idiocy, life

Friendster dot com seems to be the technological proof that one REALLY exists. Sounds weird, but everyone I know here seems to have a friendster. The warped cyber philosophy goes something like this —

“I have a friendster, therefore i exist!”

Nevermind those who have no web access, like the dying kids at Sudan. Maybe they do not exist because they have no friendster?

Anyway my favorite kid Niccolo happens to have a friendster. He exists.

The problem started when he started playing cyber-detective and found that he had a generally nice sister and brother. He also found out that I wasn’t their mother.Yah get the idea?

Of course, he found was terribly ‘enlightened’ and thought that he was now qualified to write something as monumental as “ROOTS“. Poor kid.. really.Now he is bent on coming up with some geneological dissertation on the value of family trees.

This upsets me. Why? It is not because his father wasn’t Abe Lincoln or Donald Trump, but because he may be having too high of an expectation of acceptance and mushy loving. It also boggles me because it would indeed be comical if his suspected half-sister is trying to be merely civil and that they aren’t related at all! It would be pathetically hilarious and I can’t stop him because I am a middle-of-the-road liberal (LOL!)

Thus, I have to allow him space to make an absolute fool of himself.

So, he asked his “suspected sister” something like : ” Is blah-blah your father. I think you’re my sister!”. Of course that was idiotic, but part of my being a good parent is to allow the kid some moronic experience. He went furthur : ” You look like me!” . Talk about kids and their stupid utterances! The suspected sister went : “ Really, I like see you!”. Thus I told him something to the effect that cyberfiriends are great, but it isn’t the place to go and find.. roots! Like, anyone can find someone with the name Napoleon Bonaparte in some community like friendster, but he couldn’t be the REAL thing.

What I am not telling him however is that this suspected-sister looks exactly like him. And yes, they could have had the same father because I wasn’t into the Albert Einstein types when I picked him up some long years ago. Aside from that, his older brother THINKS SO, but his older brother had no horse nor common sense enough to send “feelers” first.

He thinks that cyber bullying his brother’s “suspected half sister” to “telling the truth” is the most honest thing one is supposed to do. Of course, his brother is the ultra-rightist Republican type. Now can you imagine how politically incorrect and chaotic my home is.

Heck, so what if the poor ‘suspected sister’ is REALLY his sister? She is only the “suspected” sister, and she has the individual right to say or not say what the name of father is/was/will be/whatever. Same as my fave kid – he had the individual right to ask. After all, who wouldn’t be interested in knowing one’s imaginary or real father?

The cyber bully is my fave kid’s older brother who thinks that terror tactics are completely acceptable to make the poor “suspected sister” admit who her father is. It is also warped and rather annoyingly hilarious because it is none of his business. He has his own father. He knows his own father. He sometimes acts like his own father which makes me want to reconsider my pro-life political stand.

Heck, I want to sue Friendster!

I feel that it somehow “pressures” utterly sane people to do the most ridiculous things. Like, looking for a “sister”. Now, I have this outrageous idea of actually placing an internet ad like : ” Wanted : Sister for my Kid! Must be mushy, nice and INTELLIGENT enough NOT to have a friendster account”.

Or maybe they’ll both get invited to “OPRAH”! Dang!



Mankind and “Bugsies”
April 6, 2007, 4:13 am
Filed under: bugsey, life, Love, missing someone, pondering, soul, Uncategorized

If ancient mankind were really that BAD and BARBARIC, I would imagine them to be savages eating every prey but they weren’t. What leads me to this conclusion? It’s the manner by which they kept their dogs at a time when there was no “dog food”, they had just discovered fire, they we sleeping under the moon, hunting under the sun most probably and yet, trying to keep their wife (or myriads of wives?) basically CONTENT
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Dogs. The bland cliche — “man’s best friend“.

Yet, if I lived thousands or even millions of years ago I would need a dog. I would need it so bad because I would need food and I do not have their scent, so I would need one for more than company.My dog smells prey, barks which signals I should shoot the boar with some old-fashioned arrow. Or just maybe my dog would get it for me anyway because he’s wild and would bring me back smaller preys like ducks and chickens and I would pat his bloody mouth. The same dog would watch with me by the fire under the wild moon while I watch my wives and kids sleep safe in the nights.

Of course, I would share some prey with him. We understand each other. I scratch my dog, he serves me. We take watch together in the night, until I fall asleep at times perhaps secure that he would not leave me. He watches with me, he watches FOR me. It’s a dependency-cycle but it works.But things were simpler then.

Today, I watch little Bugs limp but happy and shudder. He could have been born a million years ago, Would he have survived?I don’t know.

The longest sweetest relationship is that of mankind and dogkind. Maybe we don’t need them NOW to help sustain our stomachs but maybe they aren’t created just for that. Maybe today they are meant to sustain our hearts as well.

Thus, the dependency-cycle remains.I love my dogs. They love me.

And they still guard my door until the day they die. I say this because I miss one who made sure he croaked “on duty”. That’s love.

I still miss him.That’s also love.
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