20091014
Madonna Keep It Together Remix Promo 12" Single Sticker - eBay, Records, Music. (end time 17-Sep-09 16:58:45 AEST)
20090909
my surprise
as eyes roll back
tongue warmth my
into my neck
and my quest to find lips inside
his hands chocolatey rolls
find inside
and
sink his lick finger
to him
sucking deeper
eyes a lagoon
reflecting
as eyes roll back
tongue warmth my
into my neck
and my quest to find lips inside
his hands chocolatey rolls
find inside
and
sink his lick finger
to him
sucking deeper
eyes a lagoon
reflecting
20090812
sultana
So today is my LSU day. I'd been trying to steam through the appointments all morning with a minimum of fuss. Turns out that all appointments I had up until the end of the day were fairly straightfoward and some of the grammar I saw was quite stomachable!!
When 3:30pm hit it was my turn to tutor Sultana. When she entered the room I sensed something not quite right. Like she was a ghost lost on the wrong plane. She didn't respond to my "How are you?". A few minutes into the standard appointment where we go through the question and how to format an answer she says "I can't focus on this assignment because of my mother's recent death". There it clicked. Did she just say that? Clicked again. She stared into nowhere waiting for the tears to well. I imagined the tears messing up her immaculate eyeliner. But no tears today - just slow awful silence.
Instantly my voice grew softer and I felt my (imagined) empathy move in her direction coming up from my chest. My body turned to face her more and my posture softened but I didn't verbally acknowledge what she had said. OK so death is taboo. Talking to a stranger about her mother's death even moreso? I felt myself wanting to tell her everything was gonna be OK and that this crappy accounting "assignment" meant diddly squat in the scheme of things. Of course, this is what SHE was realizing.
I managed to appear coherent and unembarrassed and advised her to throw herself into her studies as a way to block out such "problems". But I dunno, I felt like this response was a cop out. On the other hand, I felt "unqualified" to advise further. It kinda all ended there abruptly when I had the brainwave to organise an appointment with a student counsellor. I told her he was "more qualified" to speak with her and she seemed quite pleased with this .
Here she is in a foreign country (she's either Indian or Bangladeshi) trying to do well her in her degree. Her mother dies on the other side of the world and she's got an assignment on accounting equity due in a week... it's all just a drop in the ocean.
When 3:30pm hit it was my turn to tutor Sultana. When she entered the room I sensed something not quite right. Like she was a ghost lost on the wrong plane. She didn't respond to my "How are you?". A few minutes into the standard appointment where we go through the question and how to format an answer she says "I can't focus on this assignment because of my mother's recent death". There it clicked. Did she just say that? Clicked again. She stared into nowhere waiting for the tears to well. I imagined the tears messing up her immaculate eyeliner. But no tears today - just slow awful silence.
Instantly my voice grew softer and I felt my (imagined) empathy move in her direction coming up from my chest. My body turned to face her more and my posture softened but I didn't verbally acknowledge what she had said. OK so death is taboo. Talking to a stranger about her mother's death even moreso? I felt myself wanting to tell her everything was gonna be OK and that this crappy accounting "assignment" meant diddly squat in the scheme of things. Of course, this is what SHE was realizing.
I managed to appear coherent and unembarrassed and advised her to throw herself into her studies as a way to block out such "problems". But I dunno, I felt like this response was a cop out. On the other hand, I felt "unqualified" to advise further. It kinda all ended there abruptly when I had the brainwave to organise an appointment with a student counsellor. I told her he was "more qualified" to speak with her and she seemed quite pleased with this .
Here she is in a foreign country (she's either Indian or Bangladeshi) trying to do well her in her degree. Her mother dies on the other side of the world and she's got an assignment on accounting equity due in a week... it's all just a drop in the ocean.
20090615
20090611
cat + human
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"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWZZZZZZ
!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFwmy love?^^^^^7
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innocence my freedom
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWZZZZZZ
!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFwmy love?^^^^^7
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innocence my freedom
20090603
back and forth in the green forest
I believe that every life on earth want to have a breath of fresh air, back and forth in the green forest and around in the blue sea.
20090601
20090531
Peaches on the phone and I'm too scared to call her back. She's made this structure that hangs above the bed (parent's old bed in Sutton Rd) difficult to describe... some kind of time machine/clock cube with four green federation style doors as walls. There's a white disc resembling a clock face which turns with a rubber belt. The four doors open up to a small cube of nothing inside.
Stuffing up the chorry with Richard (we are out of drag) on a holiday in India. Chewing glass. Dad's there. Death images flash up when I close my eyes. Paintings and drawings, intricate and hairlike, black lacey ruffs like vienetta ice creams.
Stuffing up the chorry with Richard (we are out of drag) on a holiday in India. Chewing glass. Dad's there. Death images flash up when I close my eyes. Paintings and drawings, intricate and hairlike, black lacey ruffs like vienetta ice creams.
20090530
recurring dream
I've enrolled in 3 Unit Art for the HSC but stopped going to class a long time ago. I'll fail for sure. I can't find the classroom and I've done no assessments.
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