“i know of more terrifying things”

“like what”

“like not living with you for the rest of my life”

 i bend&break so easily; pendulum retreats, consistent with traffic. i feel i could be pushing against concrete blocks of… everything. and the world becomes a little too crowded. too messy.

but in the most inexplicable,

unequivocal,

constant way,

you make my heart light.

over and over.

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each time, it is a tangible prick.

and i blink back.

blink back.

back.

i don’t understand, so i persist.

prod.test.gauge.

it is bizarre, this supposed logic, but they say the proof is in the pudding.

is it not.

 


Duke’s Day

04Nov09

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happy dave day, babe!!

<3


“sprite on fire! sprite on fire!”

“when all else fails, just burst into song”

“nothing, i’m just looking for poetry”

“oh yeah, i’ve eaten those a bagazillion times”


i’m sitting

i’m sitting

and i’ve got you.

i’m thinking

i’m thinking

today was like any other day

but above every other day.

more than ever, more than more.

movie magic, (maggi magic).

can you hear

can you hear

one two smile.

one

two

smile.

(:


Past the doors

03Sep09

is

enveloped in this too-big hoodie of his;

listening to the quiet, white hum;

thinking friday, saturday…;

gulping breathfuls of;

wrapped in mellow light;

sinking in darkbrown;

turning off the lights at quarter to nine.


….

20Aug09

my feet hurt and i need a hug/holiday/beez kneez/____________ (insert here)

i’m so drained i can’t even think of things that i want.

damn character building.

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spent a night in over home cooked herbn’garlickangaroo&rosemarymash and el orfanato.

i was a ball of freaked out nerves the entire movie and spent a good hour after scrounged up next to dave, furtively peeking over his arm and flinching everytime the heater cranked.

*shakes fist at little boy in scary-as-hell sack mask*

turning a year older has obviously done nothing to lift my bravery quotient.

on a separate note.

i have this awesomely hyper little year 7 vietnamese student who comes up with the best lines in class. he’s my little lightning bolt of energy and noise machine amidst my other sullen, too-cool-for-school teenaged students and i swear, the class visibly perks up when he enters the room.

me: where’s tom/romeo/echo/edelino?

quang: don’t know. maybe die.

me : -_-

_

quang: screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech! (high pitched scream at random intervals during my teaching)

me: HOLY COW QUANG!

-

bunch of passing aussie students: hey quang/hi quang/how’s it going quang/yoyo quang/heyyyy quang *flirty fluttering eye lashes* etc etc

quang: …..

me: hello, mr popular. are those your classmates?

quang: *shrug* nah. dunno them. *walks off swinging schoolbag, oblivious to the attention*

 


Convo ftw

11Aug09

so the sister has fallen ill. i bought her meds and this is how our little conversation went.

the orange slayed the rake: i can’t open the flipping bottle!!!!!!

s t e f i e: omg -_- press down and turn?

the orange slayed the rake: i’ve been trying for fifteen minutes!

s t e f i e:  are you turning in the right direction?

the orange slayed the rake: yes, still cannot. i even tried googling it – “how to open cough bottle”

s t e f i e: YOU GOOGLED IT??

the orange slayed the rake: nothing. i’m so tired. it won’t open :(

s t e f i e: HAHA!

the orange slayed the rake: not funny.

s t e f i e:  take a piece of cloth, put it over the cover and turn. or run it under hot water.

the orange slayed the rake: oh k haha it opened. yeayy. kthxbai.

s t e f i e : big sister ftw.


Hello, 25

09Aug09

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here we go.


“you’re so sly”

“i want to always take care of you”

“so i wrote this fluffy cover letter which probably had a little tear in it”

“please please take me”

“never write official letters when you’re tired and feeling a bit mopey”

“i shall be cross with you if you show up at work tomorrow”

“it’s only ever red, navy blue and brown”

“yeeeeeeah uh oh”

“promise me you’ll eat two fruits”

“haha fail”

“just kinda meh?”

“someone like you”


this just in.

laurenlim has fried her first omelette.

no household equipment were harmed in the process.

sure, there was much squealing, panicked ohno-ohno-crap-crap-crap mutterings and flapping of hands, but bottom line is….

laurenlim cooked.

if you ask her nicely, she’ll show you a picture of her dinner, complete with salad garnishings and sliced tomatoes.