f i e g u r a t i v e l y . s p e a k i n g

Tomorrow comes today

fie — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 13:44:53 +0000

“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.

Never the matter

fie — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:49:14 +0000

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

fie — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:16:08 +0000

happy dave day, babe!!

Overheard student jabberings

fie — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:34:11 +0000

“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”

Saturdays with the duke

fie — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:12:25 +0000

i’m sitting

and i’ve got you.

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

one two smile.

one

two

smile.

Past the doors

fie — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 11:22:02 +0000

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.

….

fie — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:17:16 +0000

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.

The week that was

fie — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 00:42:07 +0000

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

fie — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:20:54 +0000

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

fie — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 05:38:47 +0000

here we go.