Saturday, April 10, 2010
Famiglia.
I really like thinking about family.
I dont necessarily think of each of them individually, but as a group.
These here people raised me from the ground up. They taught me most of the things that I know, and I'd like to think I taught them bit too.
Our family unit resembles ww2 at times and more often than not you could hear us screaming obscenities at one another opposed to quietly chatting about the day.
Call us passionate.
Either way, behind all the fighting, annoyance, and useless drama I can always remember the way they love me.
It's a love like no other. And it's all because two of us came from the same belly, the other two created life together. That's entirely what joins us.
It's the most far from perfect love I know of. But i'd rather that than nothing.
I remember one day my sister and I went into a toilet at a local shopping centre. I must have been 6 and Renee 10. When I had finished in the toilet, I washed my hands and went to dry them. I was not aware that you didn't have to press a button in order to use the hand dryer, so when it went off automatically I got the fright of my life screaming like a nutcase. Renee was by my side in a matter of three seconds, not even bothering to pull up her pants.
God know's what she thought happened to me but I dare say her fright was much larger than mine.
Pretty cute.
I dont necessarily think of each of them individually, but as a group.
These here people raised me from the ground up. They taught me most of the things that I know, and I'd like to think I taught them bit too.
Our family unit resembles ww2 at times and more often than not you could hear us screaming obscenities at one another opposed to quietly chatting about the day.
Call us passionate.
Either way, behind all the fighting, annoyance, and useless drama I can always remember the way they love me.
It's a love like no other. And it's all because two of us came from the same belly, the other two created life together. That's entirely what joins us.
It's the most far from perfect love I know of. But i'd rather that than nothing.
I remember one day my sister and I went into a toilet at a local shopping centre. I must have been 6 and Renee 10. When I had finished in the toilet, I washed my hands and went to dry them. I was not aware that you didn't have to press a button in order to use the hand dryer, so when it went off automatically I got the fright of my life screaming like a nutcase. Renee was by my side in a matter of three seconds, not even bothering to pull up her pants.
God know's what she thought happened to me but I dare say her fright was much larger than mine.
Pretty cute.
Friday, April 9, 2010
It seems material objects have lost their lustre, Now I will require a gift for my heart.
Today I woke to a clear day and uncommon sense of calm.
Deciding to stroll to work, I got a take away coffee and headed towards city. I finished the last of my coffee as I was approaching a set of housing commission flats on Brunswick street and thought to myself, I'm going to need a bin.
Its difficult to say weather he was reading my mind or if I had that all too common I need a bin look on my face, but an old man sitting on a bench called out to me in his eastern European accent and interrupted my complex train of thought entirely.
Slightly annoyed I replied "ahh yes?"
To which he sat and blankly stared past me. After a few seconds hiatus he made eye contact with me and pointed to a bin I had just overlooked.
How did he know?
This weird little old man is magical. I just wish I had my camera to capture his knowing and very toothless smile.
This weird little old man is magical. I just wish I had my camera to capture his knowing and very toothless smile.
Let it be a lesson.
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