For Sale - 'Layout' on Canvas

This one-of-a-kind piece by Jay is titled 'Layout'. It is a simple design on canvas that has been creatively thought out, with just enough detail to be interesting without being too 'busy'. This work measures 13.5 x 23.5 inches.

'Layout'


'Layout' - Close Up

Introducing Jay

Jay is an aspiring New Zealand Artist living in Wellington. He takes advantage of everyday objects around him to creatively utilise in his works. Among silhouettes of CDs, high heels and perfume bottles on canvas, Jay uses twine and tape to create minimalist art with maximum effect.

For Sale - Silhouettes on Canvas

Jay has created the following limited 'Silhouette on Canvas' works. He shows creativity and imagination with these carefully constructed pieces, featuring CDs, high heels and perfume bottles respectively. Each measure 13.5 x 23.5 inches.

'CDs'

'High Heels'

'Perfume Bottles'

For Sale - Twine on Canvas

These works of twine on stretched canvas created by Jay are examples of linear simplicity at its best, constructed in such a way that places emphasis on the uniformity and sleekness of the design. Each measure 13.5 x 23.5 inches.

For Sale - Tape on Canvas

Using industry standard film on stretched canvas, Jay has created these minimalistic, modern pieces of art. Each measure 13.5 x 23.5 inches.

'Vert'

Life goes on..

I haven't updated for a while. I had actually forgotten that this was still around. I'll briefly update on the happenings in my life anyway.

I just arrived back from Geelong. I spent the weekend with Alistair, the one true love of my life. It was Valentine's Day, which was the main reason for my trip as well as just missing him. It was an amazing few days and I've decided that I'm going to move over there as soon as I can. Much sooner than planned.

I bought an engagement ring yesterday. It's one that I've had my eye on for a while and it seems perfect for the occasion. Sterling silver and diamonds.

I've left my job, Uni is up in the air. I'm not quite sure what is going to happen this year, but I'm looking forward to not knowing. I want to take risks now. I want to play my luck, guide myself with my heart and soul. It'll work out for the best..

New Year, New Start

I know that I haven't updated in a while. I guess that when I started writing this Blog, everything seemed to be going quite well for me. I had met someone amazing who I thought would be the one to nurture me properly but I turned out to be wrong and went through a period of reclusiveness and withdrawal, not wanting to do anything let alone write on my Blog.

Things are getting so much better though. I've met the man that I'm going to marry (and I'm not just speaking figuratively, I have actually asked him and he has said yes). Things are looking so much brighter and I am so happy.

My email address still hasn't changed, so if you do feel the need to get in contact, please feel free.

I've noticed that Max hasn't been updating his Blog either and surprise surprise, Gus gave up before I even did. I know that they have both been online, I wonder what was up with that. I think that I might send a quick message to Max and see what is up. I know that he will be flattered that someone is still checking in to see what he has been up to.

Well, I'll try to update when I can.

xxxxx

Temporary anti-depressant

Last night was good, for a Saturday night anyway. I had the pleasure of great company and even though I spent the whole night bitching and complaining, they enjoyed listening to it, and I felt good to vent.

Well, that's all I have to say. It was a good night and, although not sad, it was a shame that it had to end.

References for ex-boyfriends?

Get ready for another one of my crazy ideas. First was the sexuality scale that I have now realised is exactly the same idea that sexologist Alfred C. Kinsey came up with.

I was reading through some text messages and emails and MSN conversations from guys who took a shining to me. They have said some great things, describing to me the attributes they like the most, telling me that I'm thoughtful or caring or whatever. And so I thought, wouldn't it be cool if we had a system where you would write a 'reference' type thing for people you used to date? I thought that would be cool.

You would have to continuously write it throughout the relationship, otherwise you would end up with this bitter, spiteful piece of lyric if it ends badly. So, you would add to it now and then, kind of like working on your speech for your wedding. Instead of talking memories, you would talk about the person and how you found and appreciated them. That would be cool.

So you end up with all these 'references' from former partners describing exactly what it is like to be in a relationship with you, just as employers seek references to see how you would fit into a certain role at a company. That way, instead of describing yourself on your profile as someone who has a sense of humour, you could put up your reference and say look, this person said that I was funny and that I have a good fashion sense. That way you wouldn't sound so vain trying to 'sell' yourself to people.

Another epiphany after midnight

(when else BUT after midnight?) - I was going through something that Dom wrote and thought that we both wanted the same things. So here I go, re-capturing his idea.

"Today I crawled out of the house around 3 PM. After waiting for the bus and cursing everything in sight I decided to take the slightly longer way to Manhattan. After jumping on and off a few trains I got to Union Square pretty quickly (under 45 minutes). I hopped over to three different Barnes & Noble stores hoping to find Colloquial Swedish but alas, none had it. And then I realized how much fun I had going between all of these stores, book stores. And I thought to myself how nice it would be to have someone to share this with me.

I guess if I had to place a mathaphoric personals ad it would go something like this: Single, gay man: sensitive, full of knowledge, possesses a passion for life, discovered a brand new perspective on reality looking for a single gay male, preferably European, tall, dark and handsome with a sense of proactiveness, independence and self-sufficiency. Looking to spend evenings at home sipping red wine, driving around aimlessly, walking around the city and helping each other out throughout whatever goals we aspire to achieve. Knowledge of foreign languages a plus but not necessary. And interest in history, current events, geography and philosophy a plus. A sushi connoisseur a plus."

I think that we are along the same lines - looking for the same things in life, although history, current events and geography? Could be my thing but I do hate talking about politics and things like that, it's not all about changing the world. But I always come up with these stupid 'this-is-the-guy-I'm-looking-for' descriptions, when really I should get fucked. Because the right guy will come along eventually and I will know exactly when he does.

In a Cage (on Prozac)

Je suis venu de la salle de bains et j'ai presque eu une crise cardiaque! En regardant les échelles, j'ai vu que j'ai perdu le poids.. six kilogrammes à être précis.

Last night I would say that I had another 'episode'. They always tend to come up at night when I'm by myself funnily enough. So here I am, lying in bed feeling sorry for myself and going through that stage and I know that if I was just with some good company, everything would be alright. I think I should call that situation a 'temporary anti-depressant'.

Like, yesterday I went for a three hour walk through Cornwall Park. It was magnificent, the weather was perfect and it was such a beautiful place. Walking along side my 'temporary anti-depressant' was good, all of a sudden all my troubles had gone away. But as soon as we parted, I came home to an empty room and just suddenly felt so alone. It's nothing new, but it's getting more frequent. Don't you worry, I'm taking care of it.

Last night I was lying in bed listening to songs by Whitney Houston (mainly ballads and slow jams) and also 'Why' by Annie Lennox and some Toni Braxton songs. I think I have Rhys to thank for this, because after we watched a DVD with these songs on it, I went and downloaded them. Well, music should always reflect your mood shouldn't it? No use in listening to punk rock when you're feeling down!

I haven't heard from Todd in six days. So if you are reading this, then get in contact! My mum emailed me last night so I felt a bit better. And I got just over nine hours sleep so that was great.

NZDating?

NZDating. I don't know what to think of it. They've been fucking around with me lately by not telling me I have messages waiting. I was bored and logged in and saw I had three messages - that's weird. No one ever messages me.

The first person said I was great and offered me a job on the floor at SkyCity. He obviously didn't realise I'm not even old enough to enter the gaming area so I don't see that one happening.

The second person was alright, same age, studying at uni, wanted to know where I was from. Actually, he said 'where are you from?' and like always, I didn't know what exactly he was asking. Does he want to know where I live? Where I was born? Or was he trying to find out why I look the way I do, what is my background? Well, to answer all his questions, I just said 'South Auckland'. That works I guess.

The question is always ambiguous. I love it how people from the South say "where do you stay?" I always used to think, no, I'm not from the Islands (like most of them where), I'm from here. I live here, not stay here. But at least when they ask me that question I know exactly how to answer it.

The other night a guy said that he was curious that I didn't list my ethnicity. I told him to take a guess. My own reply was ambiguous as I later found out by his reply. He said, you are Asian. Or did you want me to guess why you didn't list it? He went on to list, "is that because: you're insecure of promoting you ethnic identity in fear of rejection OR if you did list it then you wouldn't have the pleasure of receiving a message from me asking why ;p". Smart guy.

Actually, I deal with the 'fear of rejection' thing way differently. I do not message people first. I don't find a profile I like and send a message to that person. The only time I have ever done that is with Max.

The third guy was amazing. He was a 53 year old man from the South Canterbury/Otago area. He said of my profile, "What an incredible dynamic and complex young man but one with talent. Hope you meet the guy who will debate challenge yet nurture your creativeness and intellect. Keep chasing your dreams".

I thought that was such a great thing to say and told him so. He got me down so accurately. Yes, I am dynamic, but I'm just as complex. I come with baggage, less than some, more than most. I don't know why people think I'm so great from my profile. When I read over it, I think that I sound like a high class bitch, saying what I like and what I do not. Telling people who I want to meet and those whom I don't. Telling people I let the stars and the planets guide me? They must think I'm crazy. Someone even messaged me once saying 'thanks for your honesty' - I didn't know what to make of it. It was as though I said something like 'I'm a murderer' or something that lots of people would be taken aback by, but this guy appreciated I was telling it like it was. I still don't really know what he was on about.

But honestly, someone enlighten me. Am I being too unrealistic in my expectations to find someone? I don't deal with commitment very well so that's why I want this person to come along and set me up for life. I don't want to find out what I'd like and what I wouldn't. I know what I want. That person I described here.

But hey, there are some great guys on that site. Most of them are quite shady, but some of them are well worth pursuing - trust me, I know ;)

Noise in my head

"the noise in my head
its all i can hear
but no one around me
senses my fear

the noise in my head
does anyone care?
my soul and my body
lie still as a tear".

That was a poem that Gus wrote. I actually wrote it down last year and it's pinned up on my notice board along with some other poetry from other different sources that kind of share that same tone, like the lyrics from My Red Cell, the punk group from the UK ("I'm ten feet tall and I'm going to kill your boyfriend" from their amazing single "In a Cage (on Prozac)").

The point? No point really. It's just the mood I'm in at the moment. If I had a dollar for each time someone has asked me if I'm OK today, I would have $6-. Yes, I'm OK, I'm always going to be OK, I think that's just my nature. I'll take things as they come. I can be prepared for anything and everything. Yes, I can get down, I can be melodramatic, I can be a bitch. But can't we all?

I'm OK. Honestly. Things happen for a reason and I welcome everything and everyone who comes my way. Anyway, time to brighten up. Don't you just love this picture? I'm the one decorated as a tree :D

The Rants and Raves of an Addict

I feel good when I see that I didn't post an entry yesterday - now I've given people the impression that I'm not the internet addict I make myself out to be. Of course though, I was online but then thinking about it, I would normally only post an entry if I've been offline and doing something interesting.

I must admit though, I do love being online. The people can be so interesting - I think that personalities shine best through lyrics. I think for me, someone would find out so much more about my persona from talking to me online than meeting me in person. You know how people say that when you lose one sense, the others heighten? So blind people have excellent hearing or deaf people have better observation skills? Well, I think that when I'm online, I can rant and rave. When you take down the barrier of intimidation all of a sudden you are just more free. Actually, I wouldn't call it intimidation, I think that 'confrontation' is a better word.

Meeting someone and wondering where to look when suddenly the conversation has stopped, or trying to give them the once over without their knowing, it can be hard! I think that the internet is just so much more social.. the true colours come out. That is why, in some weird way, I have so much respect for people who break up with their partners through email (although I haven't heard of that happening to anyone I know!). I think it would be so much more honest and easier to convey their feelings than face to face. Take out this confrontation aspect and everything is great.

I love this photo - I love everything about it. The lighting, the shadows, the divisions, the whole calmness surrounding it. When you see the bigger image, Alistair looks like he is having so much fun, it's just one of those 'playful' moments, caught on film. I just love it and I don't care if anyone else doesn't. I don't care if Max hates it. I love it, and that's all that matters.

To new beginnings

Is it not amazing when you can stay up all night just talking to someone and enjoy yourself?

Well, my weekend was a long one although thinking about it, it was just Sunday that was very long. On Saturday I didn't manage to sleep in after my night out because of the whole Melbourne thing that day and amazingly enough I managed to stay up until 4am on Sunday morning. Went out for coffee (although I had to settle for a 'chocolate milkshake' as Jake from Gloria Jean's described it. I wonder if they actually did do ice chocolates like I asked, but was in too tired a mood to comprehend what was going on) surrounded with very good company.

I would say that my mantra used to be 'surround yourself with positive people'. Supposedly we all work off each others vibes and when we are surrounding kick ass people, they would rub off on us. Well this past weekend I have been doing just that. I also met someone who I have previously known in a past life so that was really cool!!

The last couple of weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster - on the first day of the month I was on that unbelievable high. I was in my happy little place and everything was going well. Perfect in fact. At the end of that week, I had hit rock bottom. I guess that's the thing when you are on such a high, being in comparison, everything is rock bottom isn't it. Signs of depression I think...

I'm going to take one day at a time now while still keeping in mind that looking forward is a good thing as well. And I should try to reminisce times of good feelings - when youve had lots to drink and your bed is the comfiest place on the planet, the way having listerine pocket pack strips are like being tripped on acid, when it's stormy outside and you're sitting infront of the fire toasting your marshmallows (or with a lighter if you're outside at Britomart). Good times.

I want to get back into my photography. But for some reason I just can't - it's hard to get out my manual 35mm SLR and take photos when I have my digital camera at hand, ready to easily manipulate the images to my liking, or trash them at my disgust. Perhaps I should just stick all my images on my wall like I've been planning to for a while - I'll have to do it tastefully though; no blu-tak or nails to hammer my portfolio this time. Well, that's something to think about anyway.

Gus wants me ...

... bad.

Need I say more? He will try to cover it up by saying that he doesn't want me, but wants my body. Do not be fooled.

Out on the town

I hit the streets last night, in a mission to move aimlessly around the city. I met up with a friend and we went just chilled out, many many storeys up over-looking the city of Auckland. It was such a clear night and just so perfect. If I could have opened a window and jumped out, I might have. I feel like bungy jumpy - not off the Sky Tower or the Harbour Bridge, but in Queenstown, or perhaps just out of a building with a nice view.

I think that Auckland has the potential to look really nice at night, and there are lots of places you can go if you don't really want to be disturbed. Britomart especially looks great at night, it is lit up perfectly, has lots of lines and angles complementing one another and is empty inside. It's an amazing place by night.

My favourite place to chill out in the city would be down by Britomart, near the water feature, where there are seats and rocks with carvings in them. The buildings on either side look run down and gorgeous, New York-style with their broken windows and faded paint.

Nights where you can just go out, chill out until the early hours of the morning, be surrounded by really good conversation and then some, yeah, I love it. I should do it more often.

Spreading the word of ...

Je suis en train de penser de créer un journal, écrit entièrement en français. Je pense qu’il m’aiderait à ‘penser’ comme une francophile, même si la langue est toujours intermédiaire. Je pourrais écrire sur mon jour, en employant le passé composé et l’imparfait. Je parlerai de ce que je ferai le jour suivant par exemple pour utiliser le futur. Je pense que comprenant comment on emploie le temps correctement me bénéficiera le plus. Qu’est-ce que vous pensez?

Aujourd’hui par exemple, je suis allé à la poste, pour acheter des timbres. J’en ai acheté deux, l’un pour une cadre à mon ami qui habite en Fiji, l’autre pour mon ami qui est suisse. L’homme, qui y travaille, m'a donné un timbre de valeur $1.35. J’ai cru que ce valeur était moins comme d’habitude. Quand j'arrivais chez moi, je me suis rendu compte qu’il m’avait donné le timbre faux! Je n’ai voulu pas y retourner pour demander des timbres de 15c, quoique j'aie payé un timbre de valeur $1.50. Quel dommage!!

I have been encouraged by Max Currie to welcome you to his blog. He asked me how I came across it and I told him that 'someone' had referred me to it. I said to him, "I'm sorry, was it a private thing? I just thought that your lyrics were amazing, you're very talented". In reply, he said that he was flattered and I was more than welcome to read, and in pandering to his vanity, direct others to his blog.

This I think is a wonderfully crafted photo, the lighting is perfect as is the juxtaposition of the objects. I'm loving the angles, the divisions, the colours working with one another. I must add before I get any actions of Property Theft that this image was taken by Max as a self portrait and can be found at his blog. So there you go, in a way, he has given me a new mission - to spread the word. And here I am, doing just that. I wonder what it would be like if this changed my life? I could say that he was my guardian angel, come from up above to guide me through my life, to spread the word of ... well, I think that idea is a bit far-fetched.

10 points for me!!

Was alerted to Max's profile on nzdating dot com and sent him a message to let him know that I've been reading his blog (but didn't tell him he was the reason I started my own).

Of my own profile, he said "Hey sweetheartt - yours is the best most original and personal profile I've yet come across. 10 points on being you. Keep up the good work. Max."

He sent this at 2am, and after reading his latest entry, apparently he was on the piss all night, so who knows if he was telling the truth or not. Let us just assume he is, because hey, I'm a great person and any guy would be lucky to be with someone like me.

Yeah right!! :D

Spent the morning watching the service for this Unknown Warrior. I wish that when I died (in my past life) that I was given a state funeral, that would have been so cool. Perhaps I will marry into the Royal Family or something like that. I could become the first Asian Prime Minister of New Zealand? That way I would probably get one. Or just any Prime Minister of New Zealand.

*Adds it to my "do-to list"*

Wanted: Hot ComLaw Guy

I have this friend (who shall remain nameless, as last time I didn't BCC him into a mass email he got angry at me for perhaps having him labelled 'gay by association') who has become very interested in helping me find information on 'Hot ComLaw Guy', a hot guy who was in my ComLaw lecture last semester.

So, my friend is effectively acting as my spy as I do not live anywhere near the area myself. And good on him. Now, if YOU are the "Hot ComLaw Guy" (blond hair, recently cut, Fila backpack, 4-5pm 101 stream, black dog, possibly a labrador) please get in touch. No doubt you will recognise me from my profile picture. I'm not a serial stalker. You know who you are. We would make eye contact numerous times each lecture, you used to sit infront of me in every lecture (the aisle seat on the second row). Then you stopped turning up. I wonder why this was? Then you turned up and started sitting behind me. I knew you were copying my notes from over my shoulder. Then you sat next to me, across from the aisle. We once sat next to each other and you were bouncing your right leg up and down against mine. You're a funny man.

Again, you know who you are. And I know who you are, your name, your address, what your parents do for a living. I know you were walking your dog on Monday night around 8.30pm, Clive Road, a black t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers. Give yourself up!

Now, whilst I'm on this topic of spies and watching for people. If you happen to be at Subway on Broadway around lunchtime any day of the week and see someone who looks like a user hanging around like a bad smell, maybe with a camera, perhaps with a smirk on his face, chances are that the person is Gus. He too has some spy qualities - watch out for him!

Fireworks are SO last week guys

Je peux être et intelligent et artistique. En écrivant en français, on peut dire que je suis romantique, car tout le monde sait que le français est l’un des langues romanes. Bien que personne ne puisse comprendre, je pense qu’il est bon d’écrire comme ça.

Je suis en train de lire « Angels and Demons » de Dan Brown, l’auteur du « Da Vinci Code ». Ce livre-là se passe avant celui-ci, et c’est fascinant ! Je n’ai pas pu arrêter de lire hier soir. J’ai hâte de le terminer afin de lire « Da Vinci Code ».

Aujourd’hui, j’ai passé mon examen de français. J’ai cru qu’il était difficile, le compréhension (le deuxième chose à faire) – si je ne peux pas comprendre le titre sans mon dictionnaire, comment est-ce que je vais pour comprendre le texte ? Si je ne suis pas intéressé par le texte, je n'essayerai pas de le comprendre.

I'm feeling in a much better mood, although my rough patch was just before I started this blog. Things are going quite well, I had a good talk last night with a really good friend and things are looking brighter :)

Getting there, slowly..

I'm liking the layout of this blog - I couldn't have come up with anything so cool by myself so thank god for templates. I've been looking at other peoples blogs (mainly Max Currie's though) and they're just so cool, lots of groovy pictures and just cool sounding. I wish I were cool. I'll be putting in some images soon I hope, I just have to scout some out.

I had my history exam today, the paper is Sexual Histories - Western Sexualities from Medieval to Modern Times. I think that it is cool I can learn about 14th-century male transvestite prostitutes and talk about J.Lo's ass without sounding like a racist. Man I am going to be SO cool at parties. Just you wait and see...

Situations Vacant

I'm looking for someone equal to me, a partner to not have power trips with. Someone with his own life and individuality. I like guys who can seem very butch but are sensitive. Balance the toughness with sensitivity I say. Someone to challenge me intellectually without the feeling of being superior. Get in touch with me, we'll see where we go from there.

In a nutshell..

I am me; if I wasn't then perhaps I would be you. I am no one special, but someone different. I speak what I say, and be me. I have volunteered for charity, gone to college, passed high school, fell in love, been heart broken, seen depression, seen joy, experienced happiness, thought about suicide, contemplated death. I enjoy learning from experiences in this world and then basing my opinions on what I have experienced. I can be the nicest person and I can be the biggest asshole in the world. I am not perfect, but I try to be modest. I live, I breathe, and I try to learn from my mistakes. I stand proud at five foot ten, and I try to stay healthy.

I can be a pretty confident person. I am someone who is secure with his life, his persona, his way of life. I am not perfect, I still have some insecurities, but no one is perfect. I like to read and I am obsessed with music. Sushi makes me smile and I try to spend as much time with my friends as possible. Intelligence is important to me yet it does not equate wisdom. I'm spiritual but like to have one foot firmly planted in reality. I can be very passionate about my goals in life. I can be very sarcastic but at the same time can switch to be very deep. I'm a balanced person.

I have black hair, brown eyes. Vodka is my favourite booze. I have never smoked a cigarette. I dream a lot and do my best to accomplish much. I bleed when I hurt, and smile when I am happy. I grew up in my head and struggle to break it from my past. Sometimes I am happy to be me, sometimes I hate it. What is the difference between an apple and an orange? I enjoy writing, writing poetry and fantasy writing. One day, I hope to change the world and inspire another person.

*Why did I write like this* ?

Bootylicious dit :
[insert picture of a cats head]
anthony dit :
*loves pussy*
Bootylicious dit :
*loves it more*
anthony dit :
*believes it when i see it*
Bootylicious dit :
*sees it....believes it•
anthony dit :
hmmm that was fun
Bootylicious dit :
'twas
anthony dit :
*bored*
Bootylicious dit :
*same*
anthony dit :
*sigh*
Bootylicious dit :
*ditto*
anthony dit :
*blinks*
Bootylicious dit :
*doesnt*
anthony dit :
*is reminded of artificial intelligence (featuring my favourite actor jude law, who also starred in a movie that is playing at 1145 tonight tv3) where haley joel osment doesnt blink in the whole film*
Bootylicious dit :
*isnt it A.I.*
anthony dit :
*thats what i said?*
Bootylicious dit :
*you said artificial intelligence*
anthony dit :
*sure i did.. which contracted spells A.I??*
anthony dit :
*doesnt like these technicalities*
Bootylicious dit :
*exactly... wouldnt it have been easier just towrite A.I.?*
anthony dit :
*perhaps.. but then the sentence wouldnt have been as long which was the effect i was going for*
Bootylicious dit :
*shuts up*
anthony dit :
*listens to bobby brown*
Bootylicious dit :
*doesnt*
anthony dit :
*is reminded of artificial intelligence (featuring my favourite actor jude law, who also starred in a movie that is playing at 1145 tonight tv3) where haley joel osment doesnt listen to bobby brown for the whole film*
Bootylicious dit :
* isnt it A.I.?*
anthony dit :
*thats what i said?*
Bootylicious dit :
*you said artificial intelligence*
anthony dit :
*sure i did.. which contracted spells A.I??*
anthony dit :
*doesnt like these technicalities*
Bootylicious dit :
*exactly... wouldnt it have been easier just towrite A.I.?*
anthony dit :
*perhaps.. but then the sentence wouldnt have been as long which was the effect i was going for*
Bootylicious dit :
*shuts up*
anthony dit :
*has a conversation that is going around in circles*
Bootylicious dit :
*doesnt*

Blog?

This is my first blog entry. In fact, this is my first blog, ever. Well, I was bitching about my days on my website but those days are long over. Firstly, I'm going to start using my punctuation and capitalisation properly. This means using capital letters at the beginning of sentences, peoples names and then proper nouns. Gus does this all the time, even capitalising the names of people who he doesn't like, like Dan (I only mention Gus because he's the first person I'm going to direct to this - in fact had he not been doing a kick ass job of stalking, then this blog may never have existed).

The thing is, I'm still trying to get my head around the apostrophe. In my history essays, the person marking always puts in these apostrophes everywhere. I think I've got the hang of it though, for the whole possession aspect of it. I know how to use it for contracting words, like "don't" and "it's", but the possession one still slips my mind sometime. The cat's slippers. The slippers therefore belong to the cat. The cats' slippers has a different meaning. The slippers therefore belong to the cats. I think I've mastered it.

Well, I'm going to take this new found knowledge and start looking at other people's blogs (did I use that properly? The blogs of other people, not other peoples?) and perhaps steal ideas, lyrics, images. Who knows...