Is this Summer or is this Hell?

I'm lying on my bedroom floor, pressing myself low as possible to avoid the heat.
My long hair is tied back. There is no hair sticking to my face. Sweat drips down my forehead like the chills of a paranormal activity. My fingers inch towards my tank top, tempted to rip it off and walk around with my breasts exposed. Fuck proper decency, when I'm dying of heat stroke or maybe my hallucinations of an oasis indoors will kill myself off first.

The walls dances ring-a-ring-a-roses around my head. I fling open the refrigerator door and stick my head  into the temporary Antarctica. I grab cubes of ice and my palm rubs them against the smooth of my bare stomach underneath the soaked cotton. Bliss. The ice melts in a few minutes. Screw this! I yank a bucket next to the fridge and hurl ice into it until it's filled to the brim. Crawling to my bathtub, I pour the ice in and turn on the cold tap. Nothing beats this unbearable heat like a bathtub of ice.

I barely stripped out of my clothes and I'm already drowning in the welcoming water. I finger the ringlets of water dripping off my skin and sigh in contentment. I rinse my flowing hair and imagine this is what mermaids feel every day. Bliss.

Summer could go jump off a cliff. He is the unneeded wife beater with his worn out whipping belt and bellowing voice dripping of alcohol. Bring back Winter any day! She is the nurturing mother that sings lullabies in your sleep. Summer is the spoilt daughter of Hades if he ever had one.

And she can go screw herself!

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Summer

Sweat drops fall off my nose like tears.
Hair sticks to the back of my neck.
Wearing close to no clothing but still
Feels like I'm wearing a fur coat.
Sleeping with limbs sprawled out
And blankets kicked off bed.
The day crawls by longer than usual
With no swimming pool to dip my toes in.
Opening and closing fridge doors to bathe
In the almost Arctic breeze.
Bliss.
Fleeting.
Face burns when outside of house.
Nights feels like a trip to the Sun.
Nothing but drowning in a tub of ice
Would soothe the peeling skin.
Hot.
Sweaty.
Dizzy.
Australian summer.

Shedding skin

First off a bit of Australian info. Some of the native Australian trees don't shed leaves but instead they shed their barks leaving behind a nice smooth surface. Cool huh? If you look closely some gumtrees have scribble lines caused by worms/caterpillars crawling underneath the bark. . .

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Sitting under the canopy of heaven, I study the fine lines underneath the bark that is ready to slip free of its binding. Its almost Autumn but Summer is not yet willing to let go. The days are still people suffering in saunas. Just like myself. I'm almost over but the feelings still linger, holding its non-existing promises in my heart. I wonder how long before the skin is shed to reveal a beautiful new born.

I want to be reborn too. To experience life from the start and do things differently but just like how tree's bark grows darker with age it cannot become pale again. However, life as you mature is wonderful in every way even though its different than desired. To only dream of foreign star leaves and forget about the nearby gums will be lonely.

I silently sleep across the aging tree's lap; waiting for the morrow. Tell me wise tree, does shredding the past make you stronger? I know that, secretly you want to be like the others who gather the past in piles of leaves for children to jump in.

I am closest to Autumn than the other seasons. Like Autumn, who shred the old, I am slowly shredding my feelings. Every time I give up on him, I skin a little more of my rough ugly bark and something new shines from underneath. Under the chocolate bark are scribbles of new hope. I know one that I will meet my destined lover. But sometimes, I question and doubt that faith. Faith is a slowly crumbling pavement under my feet. Someone help me. Pull me up from this slumber. . .

In my dream there is a gentle voice. I wake to the scribbles on the smooth trunk: I love you always
Walking in the distance is a tall figure.

Australia Day

Australia Day. The name says it all. It is the national day of Australia. The day the First Fleet arrived in Sydney Cove way back in 1788 and also known as Invasion Day  by the indigenous groups of Australia.

Any who, regardless of all the historical information, it is a day when immigrants become citizens and respectable Australian are nominated for the prestigious title of Australian of the year.

Australia day is when:

• People can be publicly drunk and get away with it.
• Young hormone driven guys like my brother go to pick up girls
• People can be complete idiots in public and get away with it
• Different cultures gather for riots
• Police squads walk around as though we're targets for terrorist attacks (though would be a good day)
• People actually show pride in our country by having no pride in themselves

All in all, it was a good day. Getting squashed by mobs trying to see a fight wasn't so pleasant but at least the fireworks displays were great.

Outragous but Refreshing

Today is one of those days, where its so unbearably hot that it feels like the sun is literally beating down on you with a baseball bat.
Its one of those days, where you just want to pull off all your clothes and walk around butt naked to ease the temperature on your delicate burning skin. I would gladly walk around inside my house naked except for the fact that I have male relatives. . .so that plan is screwed.

Another, beloved fantasy that many people have is bathing in a bathtub full of ice cubes. Ohhh what heavenly feel it would have. Imagine: Dipping a toe into the tub and feel a shiver run up your thighs and the tingling sensation on your finger tips. Then, holding your breath, you jump into your miniature Antartic Ocean. Pure heaven. . .

However, I'll pull you away from that refreshing image and drag or if I must; hurl you into my reality. The reality is that I'm currently in my my house's garage which has been transformed into a make shift jamming joint for my brother's band. In this garage is the second computer that my house owns and which I'm using because my brother is hogging the other.

Now, this doesn't sound that bad so far but let me explain; the garage walls are creamy painted bricks and outside is 32' C. Australia's summer is an unbearable summer of hot, dry and humid oven full of heat waves. And it doesn't help my case that the computer also produces its own warmth.

Why can't someone invent a computer that comes with an air conditioner ???!!!!