~~ TIN'S BIG BIRTHDAY BASH ~~

Without the gossiping backstabbers who have kindly vacated our lives in order to make it better for the rest of us. To them - we give thanks.

Now join us for a rare photographic adventure into the sordid evening of a Filo party that was cleverly disguised as a kids party. 

Go on - yoooooou know you want to.

R-I-P Aunty Merle

At least you are now with Uncle Les where you truly wanted to be.

Don't help those of us left behind on this god awful earth who are left to miss you so very much.

See you again one day.
The last of my grandmothers sisters and my fave aunty. Australia is an extremely pooer place without you. The rural town of Cambewarra will forever now bring memories.

~ MAY HAS BEEN A***HOLE MONTH ~

Oh an what 'A' holes some ex-friends, even more recent ones can become.
Even those most closest to you can turn out to have lost the anchor of moral grounding and have set sail to bastardness.
Though the course set would seem to be full of danger, one wishes this one sad remnant of a very dark local Eastlakes Filipino community period well. I hope your actions lead you to the happiness you life so desperately seems to lack. If hurting others along the way brings that happiness, then so be it.

And while we are on the subject of excess gases, extreme hot air and possible community disasters - last Saturday night, May 26th, the Orica factory at Botany (ICI plant to us old bastards) had a bit of an issue with one of their boilers leading to an excess of gas.
As with anything, OR ANYONE, totally filled to the brim with excess shit - will it has to be expelled somewhere don't it.

Here were a few shots of the Orica action at 11pm the other night.

~~ GOD I MISS THIS ~~

Shear stupidity - SIGH, that's what I think when I look back on all those years I seriously considered life in our local Filipino community around Eastlakes/Mascot. I gave up my beautiful existence for the futile idea that friendships were real here, that people, at least around Eastlakes/Mascot, were genuine in what they say and do.

Most of my life was not spent with ungrateful scum. It was actually spent out bush in locations that become very familiar to me. Cootamundra especially, but Cowra, Melbourne, Albury, Parkes, Bathurst, ahhhh yes, they were all second homes for me, different oasis from the city in which I was born and bred, but never truly felt I belonged.

However, their evil EVIL doings have had a positive affect. 

Yes it is true. While they still continue their gossiping and self-destroying path and false friendships, I only have to feel a sense of relief like I have never had in the past. A sense of being home the second I past that ghastly Campbelltown turnoff and see trees, paddocks, fresh air and a intense experience of what life is supposed to be.

Recently I took the kids down to Canberra, primarily for the annual model railway exhibition, but also a side track to Captains Flat (an old mining town) and to the lovely Lake George Lookout, which was significantly different with water actually being in there for the first time that I can remember.

Nasty little fellas hey.

Scavanging, taking what they can get for free, taking responsibility for nobody including themselves and foraging off those who are down.
Ants - yes there is more than a passing resemblance to past friends. LOL 

Lake George - the water be a long way off, but still quite remarkable for a lake that I have only seen as a big dry paddock.

Rural Australia, beautiful, quiet and backstabbing free.

Ohhhhhh but to live ones entire life in such bliss.

~~ BFF Myth in the Australian Pinay community ~~

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.

The Philippines, it is a country of wonderful and interesting myths, superstitions and ghost stories.

Of course, for many, it is the reason we fall in love with it and call it our second

country. For many it becomes a first home, especially later in life when female attention becomes a lot

thinner in numbers - well, non-existent really.

I have been pondering this, often over used, term in recent times.

After 14 years of enforced research, I am beginning to conclude that the BFF is as mythical in the Pinay community of Sydney as the aswang, talking trees and and honest Aquinos.

I've yet to find a BFF in this country that has lasted 10 years in the

Aussie Pinay community.

However, doing much better in the area of enduring reliability is the BHF (Best Hate Forever). Oh yes, two decades later and you can find wonderful blossoming hatred between many a former couple who once utilized the BFF term. Go to any karaoke party (try avoiding the endless weeks of made up gossip about you though) and talk to people.

Get to know them and then bring up the community ------ oh yes, you wi

ll find a delightful bubbling hot cauldron of simmering hate just below that cute friendly surface.

This research has lead to my second sad realization about the Pinay community here in Australia.

Till next I share my words of wisdom, take care and be kind to each other (if you can).

~~ A GUNZEL DAY OUT ~~

Oh yes it is a rarity that I get out with old railfan mates and experience the old train photography hobby. It is a much enjoyed pastime that I am just now rediscovering after a extended period of deluding myself with ungrateful mongrels.

It is taking a while to catch up on what I have missed, but I am making a special effort to do just that.

So here is a brief look at a day out at North Strathfield with Illawarra mate Mr Trumpet (aka Shane).

God it seems all the women at Strathfield were whinging this day.

And since you have all been good loyal readers, I bring forth another random hornbag of no relevance to the store.

~~ CONGRATS KEITH AND MJOY ~~

Woooooohooooo another baby girl born into the world.
Congratulations guys, we are all so happy for you.

Life will change muchly now - enjoy it all.

Onya