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so. there’s this random launch party happening thursday. deets below!

venue: horse bazaar, 397  little lonsdale street

time: 8:30pm

it’s gonna be dingy; it’s gonna be trendy; it’s going to be ful.ly.si.ck.

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so the sister has finally arrived in blustery melbourne. i’ve done my sisterly duties in kitting her up with staple, must-have boots + trench coat, giving her street name quizzes, taking her to church and allowing her to join forces with dave to gang up against me.

i have yet to show her how to dexterously handle a washing machine, intricately maneuver a toilet brush and iron a shirt (apparently, she’s quite content living a crumpled, rumpled life, i’m paraphrasing here).

the mothership and fathership have also landed, so it’s been a regular lim affair. it’s lovely having family only a suburb away and seeing as it will probably be a while before i see them again, i’m going to squeeze as much time in as i can. pictures of the fly and lauren in her knee-high brown boots soon!

on a totally unrelated note. i am now a complete blackberry convert. in benny kong’s apt words – “besides making a choice to be a christian, buying a bb ranks as another great decision!”

uh huh. amen.


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i’ve jumped right into term hols two days earlier! two whole days! i know, right?!

bless them spoilt students who need to fly back to china (before official term break) to see their mommies.

but enough about them. in about four hours, i’ll be off on a week end road trip to bendigo.oh yeh, uh huh, oh yeh. i’ve completely obliterated any thought of lesson planning these next couple of days. imma put my feet up and indulge in chocolate, dvds and fab company.

rahrahrah huzaahkaboozaah.


so.

today.

one. i got a bus driver to detour for me. the college wasn’t part of his usual route, but he dropped me anyway. oh what bambi eyes and being a girl can do for you.

two. conversations with china student @ 2:45pm, lesson 6

me: where are *w and *l?

*j: gone.

me: gone?

*j: yes. gone.

me: gone where?

*j: shopping. for car.

me: what?

*j: yah. *w is buy new car. bmw x6.

me: ….

stephanielim, 25 – takes buses, trains and trams.

chinastudent, 18 – zips around in beemer.

i sense a disturbance in the force.


Adobe

17Jun09

tonite i realised the magnitude of you.

i think maybe i’ve tripped and traipsed this far to finally get here.

the breaks and spills? – they were worth it if only for this. 

tonite, i realised i wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

tonite, i realised i wouldn’t trade you for anything.

***

i’ve been thinking how drastically our perception of things/people can change.

how mere split seconds can make such eminent alterations.

i quite like that it pricks you, the realisation. it wakes you up to certain solidity; wipes away the vague, sketchy, flat bits; argues, then admits the fallacies.

***

term 2’s end is nigh!

and everyone shout huzaah!

final exams have come and gone, reports have been typed and sent out, people have graduated from elicos, i’ve been doing my job, i’ve been getting paid, lauren and the parents are arriving in two weeks, this time and a day later this week, i’ll be resting and relaxing in an uber cool bendigo get-away place, i gave blood and got told i had awesome pumping action skills eventhough i was small (comparatively, of course. these aussies automatically categorize all asians as tiny. makes you wonder), i’ve got a new term timetable that doesn’t include teaching six, mind-numbing, crazy-inducing lessons in a day (just five), wednesday is still cake day at work, we have a good stock of soymilk in the pantry and weird fishes/arpeggi by radiohead is currently playing.

happy days.


 

we’ve trudged the hours, traipsed the days and travelled the years together.

let’s not stop.

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Passenger seat

06Jun09

black road meets ink,

and we just drive.

breathe in calm; breathe in you.

here am i,  knees to chest

in the passenger seat. 


Catch

30May09

like how it’s easy to believe;

like how it cuts close to perfection;

like how it’s navy blue and not black;

like how you never can be a day too soon;

like how cold gives way to an interlace;

like how voice cuts across atlantic;

like how you love random.

speaking of you love random – which is only THE best homegrown music and art distribution company ever (they’ll sell your art, but not your soul, uh huh. go dave, go eddie!) – i’m loving this t and that t mucho.

gimmegimmegimme.

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you catch me at.


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25May09

because there was breath at the turn.

because there was liberation in veracity.

because nothing of you mattered anymore.


Sand in shoes

16May09

with you, you’re a guileless hello. i remember, you remember, and we leave it at that.

with you, silence fills the gaps. i don’t think it’s tension, no. just… a quiet acknowledgment of now s e p a r a t e tangents and roads not taken.

with you, silence can fill the gaps. and we revel in the comfort, the stability of it.

with you, my heart sometimes aches and fears in ways i can’t understand and i hope against hope he never lets you go.

with you, i lay you into the dark crevices of my heartmind; untouched. undeserving. unnecessary.

with you, i am finally, me when i’m with you.


Cloud&mudd

12May09

i could be walking on a breath

because you’re fleeting like that.

or so i think.

i’m underwater; underneath; until now; until later.

coffee&tv, it’s easy is it not.

we’re not very far to the nearest.

but words stumble and clamour with clumsy ferocity.

how do i tell you the quiet hearts.