fie-guratively speaking

While Wading My Way Thru Gluggy Post Grad,

eric ejoos graduated;

kai and i took piccies cos we didn’t think eric should be the only one getting all the attention;

jase, ben, ro and i decided to go fat at the pancake parlour;

we thought it’d be fun to cram in a four-musketeer-shot while waiting for pizza at NYC on st kilda;

sceneatthemovies had a smashing rock-out at melb uni. uber cool pics by michtng here.

i made jase drink tea out of the milk jug;

i took emo car shots with the rockstar boyfriend;

josh and leon came a visitin’ from adelaide;

hsu celebrated her 24th with chicken parma, cake and flowers. huzaah!

amy tavern got me drooling again.

talking with fives #5:

me: so tell the class what you want to be when you grow up.

jaspar: when i grow up, i want to be a fireman and put out fires. (eloquent, sensible, every teacher’s dream)

tyler: i want to be a chef and cook pizza!

ahmed: i want to be a policeman and put people in prison. (whoa!)

mahad: i want to be *mumblemumble* a ambulance.

haniyah: when i grow up, i want to work and make money. (holler! we got a career woman here people!)

maia: i want to be a ballerina and dance on stage.

lily: i want to be a dancer and be in the movies.

rhiannon: i want to be a mummy and clean the dishes and clean the house. (might wanna have a chat with haniyah here)

and my ultimate favourite:

miranda: i want to be a fairy and fly! (aww, i’m sure you do sweetie, i’m sure you do)

how do i know?

because i am human too.

i’ve memorized the lines in my head - how i’d spit them out in an anger laced with dignity.

i feel crumbly; paper-thin.

multiple scratchings on a line, back and forth, over and again.

just black and corrosively-dark.

given the odds, i’d say we could be pretty much even.

your version, my version, needles & pricks.

it’s precarious, teetering on a see-saw trust.

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i’m starting to dream way too vividly.

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i love seeing ‘unknown’ on my caller id cos it can only mean one thing - good mates calling from home :)

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my msn conversations with stevie stevo consist of shortened, abbreviated words that boggle my mind. the dude’s got some seriously lazy typing skills going on lol. icbwatlt!

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planning a literacies lesson for class next week and i’m stoked it’s about growing up/what i want to be when i’m older. i’ve got grand visions of getting a) lia’s policeman husband to come in in his full regalia b) shannon to dress up in his patissiere scrubs and hat (and bake some yummy chocolate thing while he’s at it) c) hsu to wear her white doctor coat and stethoscope d) ro to put on his emo-rocker skinny jeans and bring in his bass&amps (though i’m pretty sure architect might go down a little better with the parents)

possibilities, possibilities.

wondering/wandering.

suspension’s an odd place to be.

it wears you out in apathetic, deliberately languid strokes and before you know it, you’re out for the count.

i need to remember again. life has a way of barreling its way through, knocking over all the good things with such speed and ferocity that all you can do is grab on to something, anything and try to not get swept away in the melee.

served up special but on the side.

it’s a heart-wrenchingly measured ache.

don’t you see?

it’s not behind smoke screens that the world looks at.

i am half an hour ahead of my schedule.

and am currently loving this flat egg pendant from amy tavern.

how that correlates, i’m not sure, but hey.

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one of my kids at school thinks he’s ambidextrous. he isn’t.

another little guy can’t seem to remember how the letter ‘y’ looks like. this after a whole term of school.

introducing powerpoint to a bunch of five year olds who can barely write the alphabet is quite enervating. (who teaches powerpoint to preps!?)

that said, there were no names on the sad face star yesterday. so all in all, i’d say it was a very. good. day.

ro: sad face star?

me: uh huh. one happy, one sad. up on the board. today was bril. lotsa names on the happy star.

ro:….

sometimes, i think working in a primary school degenerates my adult conversations.

hello,

salient silence can be comforting. wise (but in questions marks). or not. i’m not sure these days anymore. i’m afraid you hear my thoughts. the ones which whisper at break neck speed but linger for the longest of stretches.

hello,

you’re like bubble wrap which doesn’t quite pop with estatic pomp, only exhales. does the chemistry suit you?

hello,

ask me. tell me. wonder me.

hello.

you startle like static.

i am emo-ing so badly it’s not funny. my stress levels have been raised to heights i never knew existed.

and why isn’t there a single bar of decent chocolate around the house!?