Trios (v)

Words were thrown out, received and exchanged. They laughed and grinned with amusement. The Tram rocked as it took a turn. There was one in grey. She was the most delicate creature. She played with her straight, flowing dark brown hair, biting her lower thin moist pink lips. She sighed, darting her eyes upwards, taking the view of the setting pastel sky, smiled sweetly, and dived back into the roaring conversation. The words flew and planted themselves in my garden of interest. I voiced my opinion. Firing my words quickly, hoping to catch the pace. They flew out, and were ignored, over-voice by a good friend. I leaned back in disappointment, watching the result of my unheard words. They laughed and grinned at a friends performance. He played them well, he had them completely in his grasp. Where he went, they followed; when he talked, they listened. I attempted again, words flowed from me, the chain of words refracted and reflected everywhere, rebounding and travelling, unheard and ignored for it's lifespan. One dressed in blue stepped in front of me. I looked out the window, my reflection stared back at me and gave a disappointing sigh. I was cut from the conversation, though I still heard it raging in the chaos beyond the barrier. I tried to find the girl in grey, peeping around the side of the wall. She didn't seem to be there anymore. A second disappointment. I returned to the window.
"It happens a lot doesn't it?"
"Yarshk. But not as often as having reflections talking to me"
"Oh you'll get used to it" Smuck propped himself higher to look behind me, "God he's an egotistical twat isn't he?"
"He's not this bad most of the time. He really isn't"
"Oh HELLO! Who's that girl in grey? She's a creature to be admired!" said Smuck stepped out of the glass to get a better look.
I groaned and shrugged, "I don't know her name, don't think I would like to know either."
"Hmm, " he pondered as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "A euro-Asian mix, delicate creature indeed. A bit young for you I think."
"Reason why I don't want to know" I muttered. Smuck took out his brass tobacco case and a pipe from his breast pocket. I watched him intently. He took a match and lit it on her face. She paused wide-eyed, then continued with her words.
"She's a nice girl though, smart, intelligent, a tag of arrogance, self importance, good esteem although I have to say that she rolls her eyes at quirks. Bit too normal I think, taking into consideration your bipartisan views of normal and weird."
"I really don't want to know, stop talking please." I said assertively, "and come back here..." my sentence was stopped by a phone call. It was mum. I was getting off the tram early. With that, I farewelled the group and stepped into the chill of the night. Julie greeted me by forcing with icicles into my heart. I wrapped myself a bit more warmly. The pavement was slick with moisture. Green moss grew in the gutter. I purposely stepped on it before strolling up the street.
"Hey look!" Smuck pointed.
It seemed the girl in Grey had stepped off at the same stop. She was leaning against the yellow cream wall of the pub, bag at her feet, arms crossed. She caught my stare. As I approached, I politely muttered farewell and goodnight, receiving an echo and a smile, before proceeded forward.
"You're pathetic"
"No, just realistically determined."
When I finally got home, I threw down by bag and sat down roughly into my chair, sending us a distance backwards. Using my legs I rowed myself back to the desk. I turned on the desk light. Papers, markers, pencils, orange peels and instruments from last nights battle greeting me grimly. I laid my feet firmly on the ground and lowered my head on the desk with my hands flat on my thighs. Smuck crept up and turned off the light.
"I'm quite ready for it to end now." I mumbled
"It's nearly over, hang in."

Trios (iv)

"What on earth is that thing?"
"This thing?" Smuck raised the plastic bag as something black seemed to struggle for it's life, "It's an eel, got it from the market just a few minutes ago."
"Right. You do know that eels are aquatic right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"There's no water at all in the bag."
"That's ok. I don't expect this creature to last the night." He produced the squirming eel out from the bag, grappling it by the head, he thrusted it towards me. "If you may do the honours"
"What? no way, you do it! You know I can't stand that sort of stuff!"
"Fine then." He turned his back to me, a snap was made, and the eels went limp. "Damn, that was a satisfying crunch." He said as he turned back to face me. His shirt was covered in blood. He was holding the eel by it's gills. It had already been gutted.
It's mouth continued to gap for water.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
With each mouthful of air, you could see the gills pulsating. Blood continued to drip onto the ceramic white tiles.
"It's still moving"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, wasn't breaking it's neck supposed to stop it from moving?"
"Not at all"
"What was the purpose in doing that then?!"
"Could you level with self satisfaction?"
"You're a sadistic freak you know that?"
"Takes one to know one. Anyway, I'm not going to talk to you, I want to cook this thing" and with that Smuck walked into the kitchen. Sounds of chopping, gas, fire and energy could be heard. The boiling of water, the whooping of excitement, the opening of jars, the clutter of plates. I had gone to my room, and desperately tried to get the sounds of the thump out of my head. The thump from the eel, still thrashing at it was boiled, alive.
Half an hour later, a sweat succulent aroma wafted into the room. My stomach gurgled. It had been a good six hours since I had last eaten. I walked into the ktichen, and there was Smuck sitting on the table, smacking his lips and setting up the table.
"Now that we're here, shall we start?" He opened the chrome lid that covered a dish. Steam rushed to the ceiling, revealing the white flesh the mass majority of the eel. "Well, we better not let it's life go in vain ey?"
The dish was good. Succulent. Delicious.
I ate so much more than Smuck did.
It was just too...good.

May Time

OH yes, the may time fair, a place of discovery, villainy and clowns. The day started with great anticipation. Having packed a change of cloths (set of freezing weather), fun loving essentials I embarked on a blissfully day full of optimism.
Thoccer, started off well, against Wesley, I think, as clueless me wouldn't have a clue or the care to actually know which school or team that we were opposing. But either way they were wearing purple which was utterly hilarious especially since they were so small and fragile that I had an physical affect on the little children. It wasn't really an interesting game, since we dominated, and I got hit in the nether regions quite painfully...
Wow, I don't pay much attention to the game at all, I can't even remember how much we won by. How terrible, but all that is important is that we finished at the bright and early time of 10am, after two 35 minutes halves.

My may time adventures started at 1ish. Upon terming up, I saw so many familiar faces, many of which I intended to avoid.
First event I went to, was the Battle of the Bands. A few of my friend's bands were playing, they were impressive. Oh, the lighting at the venue was terribly dark, ISO: 1000, and the shutter at 6.
Long Dots: They weren't too shabby. (obviously this is just one of the band players. My photography skillz suckzors, so all my other photographs are either too blurry or just plain hideous...aesthetically.
I have no idea what this band was called, but they killed the show. Ultimate riffs, Killer song by Tool. And yes, i thought the speaker set looked prettier.

Then I left to see some a transvestites debating over the topic: Girls are better than boys. The boys (originally) won. But I think I'll spare they reputation and not plaster photographs of the school prefects in yellow and saucy blue dresses all over the internet.

Nevertheless, it was fun. And YES!, Eric met his sexy friends, which he was terrible excited about. Which resulted in a mass of shutters firing off everywhere, which went mostly underexposed.

Oliver looks Angry, he doesn't like photographs, he thinks he's ugly, i agree, though my mother doesn't.
"Oh so there is a pretty face under all that acne...and hair" she says. *evil grin*
(FIY: he's not one of the sexy friends)

Sunni's failed attempt to eat the camera...

...she later grew a hideous mouth cancer because of it. Pity

Funny though, Michelle tried her style of pouncing and devouring (t-rex style/Godzilla's/Japanese style) and she didn't seem to have the same effect...

...although she did seem to have an upset stomach afterwards.

Alana is too photogenic.

Anyway, we sat around and had some cookies...

...some of us attempted to fly...

(Michelle defying gravity)

(Spider Seal: Go Web! Go...actually it looks though she's shooting that cup.)


...some of us decided to jive till sunset....


...which eventually happened.

That day was terrific. It was good to get away from the stress of school, deadlines, and the incoming SACs and SATs. Despite the days causalities, it was good, fun. But now! to get back to work work work.

p.s: i'm not actually that pumped, if i was, i wouldn't be writing a blog about last saterday. anywayz, "VCE's like Nike, 'Just do it."