Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Patissez you more disappointing than my entire existence

 GUYS
Patissez is nothing but a disappointment!
So overhyped.
Can you believe I waited an hour + for my takeaway drink order.
WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT MAN.
The cashier guy could have given a heads up on the time it would take, but I wouldn't
put it pass him since he seems to be lacking in customer service altogether. 
His attitude alone cheapened the experience altogether.

They kept serving the people with tables first and 70% of people were all takeaways
since it was soo limited seating.  It doesn't take a genius to know
that your system doesn't work. That or the employees need more training.

And honestly, the drink was okay at best. 
IT WASN'T EVEN LIFECHANGING OH MY GOSH
I can't believe I wasted more than an hour on a drink that was 'alright'.


NEVER
AGAIN.
 
rant over//

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Much disappointment at the influx of shifts offered
when my schedule is most flooded.
Trust. 
yah assnoying.

On the other hand, yours truly
will be on a very mini-roadtrip again,
 a week from now

yesyesyes

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

NOOOO MY BABIES

oh my gosh
what on earth
MY YEAR7s GRADUATED THIS WEEK??!!
NOWAY.
):
My babies.
Why you grow up so fast.
Still remembering you guys as shy little 'uns, my fave batch of juniors!

Remember when I used to torture you girls on court huhuhuhu
Proud coach moment when you guys won newtown high though!

TEARS.



Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Youchube ; Luka lesson - Amber Lights

Rediscovered this gem!
The one aust slam poem that I actually like


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 The boys at school and I disappeared between classes
passed tobacco between our hands like water at the well
smoke signals provided translation
between multi-coloured kids
wagging in a vacant lot

We met there between family and school
felt most at home in the no-man's land
where the old and the new worlds couldn't find us

we even met there for fights
first kisses
swigs of alcohol on weekend nights
It's even where my friend Mark told me about how our friend Omar
had died
and I found the truth somewhere between the explanations

Us kids grew up in that vacant lot between being Greek
Lebanese
Vietnamese
and Australian

Knowing we were no longer truly either one but somehow both
Migrant kids are like rivers
always moving
but somehow still enough to be given a name
like Wog, Nip, Fake - hyphen - Australian

So of course when we learnt how to drive
we'd ride for hours in the only place where we felt like we belonged
somewhere between points A and B between the green and the red
I learnt to love the traffic lights when they turned amber because I realised our teachers also slowed down on their approach to us
and tapped their feet impatiently for our answers

I've learnt to rest my head in the elbows of my lovers
somewhere between their hearts and their hands
like the moon
I keep my distance
because it's the only thing that makes me look
like I'm standing still enough to get close to

So now I write my best work in transit
in hotel rooms where the linen is transparent and the paintings by no-one

I write so the silences between my words can begin to make sense and I exist somewhere between the surface of the page
and the tip of the pen
so I wrote this piece like my life in the margins

but I made the whole thing
the TITLE
The dawn and at dusk
somewhere between the ridges
the pinnacle and the cusp

So when they tell me I'm not political enough
not Greek enough
not Australian enough
not a poet enough
not street enough or not me...enough

I tell them I am a star
and I exist somewhere between you seeing me shine and realising
I'm already dead to you I just let you witness some of my burning

I am not a hyphen
I am a 100-metre dash
between my history
and your make believe

between White-Australia policies and being saved by the colony

between having to drag my past, kicking, back into my
present
and then hide it behind my back
in your presence
So be careful when you place that hyphen in my name
or I'll use it to cut your throat
just to show you how much I love this country
but that I will always have some Sparta in me
I may be the amber light
but amber is the only gemstone that is a living, flowing liquid
permanently fossilised
that keeps itself warm
that is used as medicine
that smells sweet when it gets burnt
that in Roman times was worth more than a slave
that was used to decorate Mycenaean tombs
that was named 'elektron' by the Greeks a precursor to the English word for electricity because they discovered that if rubbed the wrong way
Amber will always create a spark
and amber is only ever increased in value
when some of us
are discovered stuck in it

So of course us forgotten ones
the in-betweens
the most rare
would gather around passing those fires between us in that vacant lot
share a fleeting moment of belonging
and tell stories in our silences
of how our friend Omar was sent flying
between the hood of a Holden
and the wall of a house
like a shooting star
I'm just glad we got to witness some of his burning

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Sometimes, I don't know why I bother continuing to keep this active but then I read past posts and get a good kick and laugh outta it. So here I am once again. |-/

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