Myself and Friends at our year 12 formal. There was a free photo-booth.
I feel like everywhere I go there’s a free photo-booth….
I walked into the city with Dad today. We went to book shops and bought four books for Mum’s 60th and went to T2 and bought tea and then we went on an adventure to china town where I got stacks of cheap Chinese papers in golds and silvers and reds. Watched a man through a shop window who was making noodles. He stretched and stretched the dough over and over again until it was in strings as thin as, well, as thin as noodles and then threw them in to water to cook. We then went home and had tea.
My application for the ACL (Australian Cat Ladies)
The love of a lady for her cat is the most infallible bond known to (wo)mankind. I make a daily pledge to my cat to honour and respect this bond and also to encourage other ladies to give this kind of informed consent and commitment to the special kitty in their lives.
My favourite poem about Cats is in french.
” LE CHAT ET LE SOLEIL
Le chat ouvrit les yeux,
Le soleil y entra,
Le chat ferma les yeux,
Le soleil y resta.
Voila pourquoi le soir,
Quand le chat se réveille,
J’aperçoit dans le noir,
Deux morceux de soleil.”
- Maurice Carême
It roughly translates to:
“The cat opens its eyes,
there the sun enters,
the cat closes its eyes,
there the sun stays.
That is why in the evening,
When the cat wakes up,
I see in the darkness,
Tiny pieces of sun.”
Although English is my first language, I speak exclusively in French to my cat. I believe this creates a more sophisticated environment for him, unspoiled by the language of peasants (commonly know as English) that I must use to communicate with other lesser beings (commonly known as people). In speaking solely in French with my cat I also hope to encourage enlightenment and deep philosophical thought in his cat-mind as I myself find the language to be thought stimulating.
If all this is not enough reason to accept my application then I do not know what is. Let me finish by amending Shakespeare; “To be with a cat, or not to be with a cat - is really not a question at all the latter isn’t even an option.”
This is an envelope that I keep in my desk drawer. About three months ago I had a Really Shit Day and in reflection of that Really Shit Day I wrote a letter to myself to encourage myself to feel better. But seeing as I couldn’t change how I had felt on that Really Shit Day I decided to put the letter in an envelope and seal it so that if I ever had an Equally Shit Day I would be able to open it and read the words of a me who had survived A Really Shit Day and had come out on top.
Today Christina described my Sat 1 folio as a “Napoleon love-book”.
It’s Simone’s 19th birthday. I have decided that my presents will come in clearly labelled parts from now on.
