Yahooooooooooo!

ha! I was so bored today that I started playing with my yahoo avatar but since none of you even have yahoo you wouldn't be able to see it, so I decided to put it here for the world to see. I may update as the mood/weather/season changes ;)
So what d'you reckon? Is this an accurate picture of me?

I knew this was a bad idea...

Percussion rocks!

Does anyone want to teach me how to play the drums? Any drums? And also provide the drums? And a place to play them too?
For free...?

I don't think I'm demanding at all...

I went to an awesome gig last night. It was the nuclear benefit gig at The Corner, showcasing musical talent such as: some reggae band with a disturbingly unsexy old man as lead singer, Josh Owen Band, Bomba, and best of all (drum roll~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~) BLUE KING BROWN! How much did they rock!!! I haven't had so much (music) fun for aaaaaaaaaaaages! Everyone check them out in my links. And while you're at it, check out Jess as well cos she's awesome too. Anyway, it was a lot of jumping jumping fun. I got to catch up with the lovely catdog (no, not from the cartoon), whom I met whilst working at the games and we had a blast. See? Good music means that you don't need alcohol to have a good time and dance!

I don't know if this post has a point.. I've had a really nice quiet relaxing day today. But something's missing.. maybe some drums. Some good beats ;P

well, hope you're all just splendid!

love love

La musique de la famille Nenon

The scene: A French family harvesting grapes from an abandoned vineyard making music with buckets and shears.


beautiful

enchanting

magic

I want to own it: secretly, selfishly
I want to share it: loud and proud
but it isn't mine...

The only thing it is (for me) now is inside me. living and breathing. And everywhere I go, this tune plays itself out and I see it, like something touchable, like freedom, fly.

Kinda like you.

Tu me manques...

"no boy don't speak now you just drive..."*

me: i'm lost
you: you can't be lost you silly girl, I know exactly where you are!
me: oh...
you: so? you said you wanted to talk?
me: well. no, not really. i just wanted you here. in this unreality. i wanted you here with me and you appeared
just like that
you: that's just chance
me: no! see, i really don't think it is. i wished you here!
you: you're a lucky girl if all your wishes are granted so easily
me: but i am lucky
you: stop italisising.. it's pissing me off
me: but then how will i stress certain words? there's already so much missing here...
you can't hear me, you can't see me, you can't touch me...
you: but I do hear you!
me: now you're italisising ;P
you: it's bloody contagious, that's what it is...
me: sharing is caring ;)
you: are you ok, now? I sense real smiles
me: i don't know.. can i come round?
you: what?
me: to your place.. can i come and see you?
i want to see you...
you: ...
me: you can say no
you: no.. I mean, no... that's not what I want to say.
you: GRRR!
you: I don't want to say no.
me: ok :)
you: how will you get here?
me: if you can wait, i can find you...
~.~
so there wasn't anything else i could do but run. so run i did. i ran and ran and ran and the more i ran the more frightened i became because it was dark and the streets were so unfriendly and there was not a soul in sight anywhere and i'm not the best with directions. all i knew was that i had to run away and i could only hope that it was towards you and it seemed a freezing night, like it didn't matter how hard i ran, it didn't matter that i began to gasp for air and it didn't matter that my legs hurt, my whole body felt so cold...
~.~
"Oh my god, you're a mess!"
I couldn't help but laugh eventhough I was still breathing quite heavily and it made me cough which made it harder to breathe, which made me cough some more...
"Are you okay???"
"I'm... fine... " I smiled. Real smile.
You looked at me worried. Maybe a little scared.
What makes a person run ten ks in the middle of the night just to see a friend?
"You're crazy..."
"I know.. I'm sorry."
Now you smile. Let out a huge sigh of relief. Start to laugh.
I loved your laugh. I rarely ever saw you laugh. To hear it was even more delightful.
I had to tell you: "Thank you."
"For what?" You genuinely didn't know.
"For talking to me..." Wasn't it obvious?
"I'll always talk to you."
I wasn't so sure you would...
"Ok, let me drive you home before you catch your death out here."
I let you lead me to the car. I didn't want to go home but I knew I couldn't stay with you. Once seated in the car, you put my seatbelt on for me before you got in. Like I was child. I turned away from you and leant against the window.
I suppose you thought I fell asleep.
~.~


*Bic Runga, "Drive"

not a journal

I'd just like to emphasise
to my lovely friends out there
that this blog does not necessarily reflect my real* life
(although it probably will in some posts)
so do not come and ask me about the coffee girl
as you all should know that I do not and never have worked in a coffee shop before
...
happy reading :)

~.~


*reality is subjective but I guess most of you will have some sort of idea in your head about what it is... I shan't debate that tonight..

a story: braver behind the counter

i belong to a club
of sorts
a kind of secret society
but maybe not so secret...
although i don't publicise myself
like others do
i don't hide either
and it's fun and it's exciting and it's lovely
when members meet
through serendipity
~.~
so there's this girl right, that comes to the coffee shop everyday
i've seen her around uni and stuff
she wears a rainbow wristband
she's even in some of my classes
and she always orders a flat white
2 sugars
personally, i like my coffees frothy with no sugar
but each to their own
and you know how i always get a buzz at work:
the rush, the customers, the heat
i love it
sweat soaked enthusiasm
anyways
we've never spoken before except as coffee server and coffee servee
but like i said,
she's in a couple of my classes
and we've got this assignment
so i ask her how she's going just as she's leaving
and we talk phonetics a little while
velar consonants and imagined aspiration
and she asks
genuinely curious
"how do you know me?"
i'm not at all offended
i have a good memory for faces
"oh i've seen you at lectures and stuff.. and y'know, you're always here.."
"oh ok.. so you're majoring in linguistics too?"
"yeah.. sort of.. haven't decided yet. what other subjects are you doing?"
"history.."
so we talk majors for a little while and she tells me she's doing old english
which i now regret having given up for grammar of english
and she pulls out an exercise book to show me
her handwriting
"look how pretty it is!"
she exclaims
and i think to myself
"look how cute you are!"
and we chatted a bit more until she had to leave
~.~
waiting outside the lecture theatre this morning
i see her coming just as the other class exits
i don't know where to look
suddenly i'm shy
without the counter between us
without work
i sit in the third row
alone
and she sidles in amongst friends behind me
i see her change her mind just as she's about to sit
makes her way carefully
past already seated lecturees
to sit
next to me
a seat away
and says
"hi how's it going?"
to which i answer
"i'm fine thanks how are you?"
and cringe..
her friends are chatting weekends and gossip
i feel she's missing out and that i have nothing quite so interesting to offer
after several minutes awkward silence between us
i'm brave enough to mutter
"wouldn't you like to sit with your friends?"
and cringe again
she looks positively amused
"well, you're a friend"
without a hint of hesitation
i can't help the smile
"well, i'm flattered, would you like to know my name?"
~.~
i swear
nothing makes a girl feel more special
:)

what's in a name?

this is how it went:
a few months ago when I mentioned starting a blog of my own
my dear friend the lovely candlewax exclaimed
"why on earth would you want to do that???"
and then promptly goes ahead to start her own
(!?!?!)
AND then demands that I start one as well
precisely when I have exactly NO time to be near a computer and a ton of work to do for uni
just so that she can link me
...
and look what I'm doing!
:P
yeah that's right
I'm easily persuaded by the whims of my friends

although... I do feel rather guilty as I snappishly turned down mr nice guy by sms this morning
saying that I'm wayyy too sick and have wayyy too much work
to go out sunning in melbourne's shining streets with him...

BUT
I have done a ton of reading today
and organised all my notes into coloured folders
and vacuumed my room
and did some laundry
this is only a little procrastination break..
:P

I had some trouble coming up with a name
I wanted something relevant but timeless
also a domain name that makes sense to me...
I'm naive enough to believe this space is entirely
my own

annnnyway... enough rambling.
I've decided this really ISN'T going to be another journal/diary for me.
but I'm not sure what it's going to be yet :P
- something for candlewax to link to her own blog
- something for my friends to have a squiz at if they haven't seen me in a while
(which tends to happen more often than it should..)
- also somewhere for them to decipher my nicknames for them ;P

I'll be back
probably sooner than I should be..

love love to all
la la luce