Onto other things…

I’ve been busy, with work, with Cookie, with moving house… and I’m onto two new ideas. Will it work? I don’t know but for the moment I’m keeping ‘them’ a secret.

Will be back soon with something to write about.

Lyeff

I’ve got a new toy and no it’s not a new boy. It’s a LAPTOP!!

I love my shiny new laptop even though I don’t know a single thing about it (reading ‘ laptops for dummies’). Now that I have this wonderful piece of absolute awesomeness I can fill all those fresh, blank, inspiring word documents. Such fun.  Must also start figuring out how Photoshop and Illustrator work so I can use that instead of drawing on random scraps of paper, which I end up losing and mum ends up finding.

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My Art Director leaves in an hour. I don’t know how I’m going to like my newfound boredom, but what else can I do!

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We (The parents, sister, Shadow and I) are house hunting and this would be our 1,0000000000th house. I’m too depressed to blog about it.

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Work is also depressing. While cleaning up my work that’s saved under an Apple (like the ones you eat) icon I realized that none of my interesting work’s gotten through and the ones that have are just utter rubbish. That’s scary, terribly upsetting and embarrassing. All I want to do is hide!

Bitterness

You look at me with troubled eyes,
hoping I would ask you why.

The truth is I don’t want to know,
about the twisted lies, sleepless nights and rows.

I’ve told you what I think,
deep honest answers that makes you flinch.

While you smoke and blink away the tears,
(and I passive smoke, just because I like to, dear)
I sometimes hope it will burn out your fears.

A piece of advice,
honest and completely uncivilized.
Don’t try to be me, N or the guy with the goatee.
We all have our battles and we’re definitely not free.

Not lucky, not good,
not beautiful but maybe a little unique.
So are you, which you don’t want to believe.

We don’t have magical solutions,
escape routes or places to hide.
Learn to state your turf and learn to fight.

Suicide is for cowards, I’ve told you twice,
Thrice if necessary, but don’t start to cry.

Someday, maybe someday soon
all the clichés,
the turning of the tide,
the rainbow after the rain,
the cloud with the sliver lining
will come true and you will laugh at your own surprise.

NOTE: It wasn’t an attempt at poetry, most of it just rhymed so I went with the flow but it sure was an attempt at venting.

Love : Hate

Love the fact that Gypsy Boy has finally graduated.
Hate the fact that he is having an absolute blast in New York, without me!

Love the fact that Ifuz has found independence.
Hate the fact that she will soon leave the shore.

Love the fact that Cookie loves me.
Hate the fact that he’s avalanched with assignments.

Love the fact that Dysfunctional has gotten over me.
Hate the fact that he’s moved onto Psycho Girl.

Love the fact that Psycho Girl is Psycho.
Hate the fact that I’ll have to keep my babies away from her.*

Love the fact that work is chilled out.
Hate the fact that I don’t have anything to do.

*She’s threatening to throw babies into tubs of water swearing that they’ll learn to swim.