Doubt

I like this quote I saw on my dear old nephew's blog.

"...it is necessary that at least once in your life, you doubt as far as possible, all things" - Rene Descartes

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream

(Inspired by Van Gogh's quote)

The pain comes again before it goes,
Memories past remain in throes.
Please dance to a different tune I entreat,
The feet moves to the same sombre beat.

From heart to head the distance grows,
Taking apart the mind torn from soul.
To dream a rainbow but wake to dark,
The flame extinguishes aft' a single spark.

Relentless whispers tell nothing will arrive
A spectre of hope I forcibly contrive
Take up that which was forsaken
Go on despite the odds that are taken.


“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.” - Vincent van Gogh

Sisterly love

Hi, my lovely sweet sugar-coated lemon gumdrop!

She replied: "You're a puny pathetic peewee pion of a pushover!"

Conversations at work

(After a meeting with the client that felt like a war, we started talking in the car)

Colleague A:
Next time, in situations like that, don't sit with your back to the door. Like me, I sat facing the door. It's the "power position" and it allows you to have the final word in any meeting.


Colleague A:
No, I like all our people to sit in a row and fight together.

Me:
Sounds like carebears. Stand in a row and shine the rainbow to kill the evil guys.

Producer:
Yah, we want to fight like carebears.

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(On a day just like any other)

Boss:
Hey, do you have a stapler? Can I borrow it?

Me:
Yep.

Boss:
No I don't want to use that stapler. Its to cute for a macho guy like me.
(refering to my alligator/cicak stapler)

Me:
Haha. I wonder what S. would say to what you just said. Macho?

Boss:
That's it. Its over for your career, girl. No more prospects.

Me:
Can you give me another chance? What do you want to hear?

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A moment

I was in a car on the way home, peering out of the windows, once in awhile.

The sunset was gorgeous. Before the sun went down, the vanilla clouds were rimmed with soft golden hues. against a shade of pale sky blue that looks almost warm. (And blue is a cool colour. How do things like that happen in nature.) After some time, hues of pink were added in, much like an afterthought to an already brilliant painting.

Vanilla clouds rimmed with soft golden hues against the pastel pink. I felt like stopping. I felt like getting out of the car. I wanted so much to enjoy the light and colour.

But I reached my destination, got out of the car, and stepped into my home.

The Blank Answer

How do I articulate disappointment?

Thrust it to anger and let it burn.
Will it be consumed, will it turn to ashes?
Succumb to tears, will it ebb?
Wash it into hidden depths,
Hold it back.

Allow flighty distraction to be wind,
Lifting the spirit, take off in new direction.
Conjure contrived laughter, will it disappear?
Echoes fill the slient cave,
Sense empty space.

Paint a colourful mess spinning thoughts splash.
Almost unnoticeable, therein it lies quite hidden.
Let ink stain a sheet of white, will I arrive?
Yet there is no answer.
I crush paper.