fie-guratively speaking

three cheers for my bestest bro, ben the bei! (phoar! alliteration overload)

heaps of hugs on your special grad day. wish i could be there to pop the bubbly and bombard you with bouquets!

milestones, eh dude?

to think we used to play kiddie football, attend each other’s little birthday parties and play on the swings once upon a time. we’ve come a long way but you’ll always be my brother-from-another-mother (remind me how we coined that term, again?), psycho stalker-protector and guaranteed cheerer-upper (vodka nights and dvds yo!)

take lotsa pictures and i’ll be over here keeping my fingers crossed for an awesome, sunshiney day!

the Boy mms-ed a video of melbourne’s moomba festival the other night.

it felt so good to capture a snippet of melbourne again, even if it was only for sixteen seconds and in a bedroom a million miles away.

long afterward, i lay in bed replaying the sweetness of his effort in sharing a splendid pyrotechnic moment with me. but more than that, that little video sparked my  melbourne memory which, of late, had been lying a little dormant. i once said i was beginning to forget bits and pieces of melbourne - which tram went where, the names of the cobbled streets and cafes i used to visit so often, the price of tram tickets… it’s an uncomfortable, disconcerting feeling to lose control of the links and traces you used to know so well.

it’s ironic, how you forget the things you try so hard not to.

we’regonnadothingsourway days are so liberating, especially when i’ve got a co-worker in crime to dothingsourway with.

“no, the display board shall look like this today”

“yes, i shall roll over my missed-due-to-class-duty twenty minute coffee break into work time”

“what was that? sorry, we don’t provide photocopying-at-your-convenience services after 330pm”

some call us belligerent rebels.

i’d like to think we’re ardently spirited, non-trampable people.

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every morning, i’m tempted to put on my pumas so i can join my year sixers for soccer.

but alas, tongues will wag, hr will get into a huff, principals and vice principals shall make growly noises and yours truly could potentially fall from good graces.

i may be ardently spirited, but i ain’t stupid.

i shall make do with soccer conversations and kicking the ball back to the boys should it fly out of bounds.