Conversations with the Brain

Her: I'm a girl of many talents.

Me: Oh really. And what are you doing about it?

Her: Well, nothing mostly. But I'm happy. I'm blogging regularly too.

Me: Blogging? That's your big move after being a proper writer and editor?!

Her: Um. Yeah! Why?

Me: Tons of reasons.

Her: Don't be a killjoy. You know that I like my space and time, doing my own thing. Having nobody to report to.

Me: Yeah, but sometimes it's what you need. Besides, do you even have a source of income?

Her: Not really. But I'll get to that when it bothers me.

Me: You mean when you have no more money for your little shopping escapades? Sure. (Snickers)

Her: You're just being a mean dick.

Me: No. Realistic.

Her: Why are you like this? At least, my life is completely stress-free at the moment. I think I might actually be self-actualised, at this point.

Me: Keep dreaming. I'm not saying anything, do what you want.

Her: Okay.

Me: Okay.

Town of Cats

I just finished reading Town of Cats by Haruki Murakami and I really enjoyed reading it. It's true what Tengo's father said,"If you can't understand it without an explanation, you can't understand it with an explanation." These are words to live by, for me - for the moment. I just chanced upon this story at the right time - it's exactly what I needed.

Ms. Skye got high!

This is the new logo I designed for my style (and artsy) blog - Jupiter Skye (well, while the newbie lasts anyway since I have brighter ideas every two weeks). :-) I would love it if you took the time to actually stop by, have a look and comment on it. Gracias.

Lightning Strikes: Take Two

Why is it raining so hard?

Beats me, 'cos I feel like a lump of lard.

Drip-drip-drop, the rain falls

What crazy thunder, they've got some balls.

I am bored, I am alone

I despair and I don't deserve a phone.

I think I'll watch a film

Get the lights, hit it dim.

Goodnight

- Roanna Fernandes

At Work

The internet is slow

But gtalk is not

My patience is wearing

I wonder what salary she has got.

I need a breather

I need an out

I hope to God

I never contract gout.

I miss college

I miss my friends

I miss the tapri

Around the bend(s).

This is not a Haiku

Summer is warm,

Summer is lazy.

Wind blew into my eyes,

and the vision got hazy.

I feel like running in the grass

Wet mud squishing under my toes

I'll pick up an earthworm

To make soup for my foes.

- Roanna Fernandes

Lies Versus Lice

Lies. Lice. What would you prefer? It's like choosing between Scylla and Charybdis. But let's gauge the two. Let's see. Hmmm. Too difficult right?

What's better?

What's worse?

It's lice versus lies

It's crazier if they would intersperse.

Lice = cooties

Lies = pain

They both come accompanied

By the rain.

Have I lost it?

Does this make no sense?

Why are you reading?

I'm sure you're not that dense.

Clean

I took leave of my senses

For a brief while.

These months have been madness

My thoughts have been vile.

I still loved him

He still is a jerk

I realised that belatedly

So now I feel better when I'm at work.

Pain is temporary

Pain is sick

I finally feel like I'm over this

No more wounds to lick.

I mustn't cry anymore

I mustn't lose my head

It was only a memory

Alive once, now dead.

Ka-Ching

When it's over, that's the time I fall in love again.
And when you go, go, go, go
I know... It never ends
It never ends!

I know this is a song by Sugar Ray but I forget which. And to find its name through Google would lose its mysterious beauty in my head. I need to make more money. Seriously. These are my options:

• Talk to my editor about a raise
• Sell my old books and magazines
• Strike a deal with the devil
• Sell Gabriel? I don't know
• Write for external sources (that pay me, of course)
• Apply to Chumbak
• Ditto Vogue, Seventeen
• Ask parents for my share of gold and sell it for cold, hard cash

I'm all out. Help me!

Trigger

She couldn't care less.
She wished him dead.
She pulled the trigger
And blew up his head.

Cigarette Butt

Maybe I do.
Maybe you don't.
Maybe I'll settle,
Maybe you won't.

Fire

Fire is pretty painful. Even the slightest lick of flame can cause you enough pain to make you wanna jump. And it did. But at the same time, a growing numbness filled me. It was like my brain had been extracted from its skull cavity; I couldn't see, I couldn't think. What's strange is that my vision didn't blur, everything was crystal clear. I was just sort of there, remaining in the moment, left behind. I felt that it would crush me but it just bathed me in a new light. Yeah, I did die. I died, alright. There's nothing left to say.

A Story Beneath The Seas...

This is my latest illustration. What do you think? I like it. I think like the girl on my left, I'm praying for a lot of things. Silently. Meditating. Making sure things happen.

*******
She followed the mermaid; her trail alight by her coloured hair.
It was leading her to a secret, possibly not one of despair...

She passed by a cave, one not seen before - a lair of treasure and tales unfold.
She wondered what the mermaid would tell her, the story to be told.

"Tell me, Mysterious Enchantress, the secrets you know!"
"Fair Maiden, I will tell. Just that this might strike your heart with a blow..."

She wondered if she should ask her what she knew or if ignorance was indeed bliss, as they say -
"I see what you mean. But I am brave, what will not kill me will make me stay."

The mermaid gestured the lass forward and took her to an illuminating light
As they reached the corner of the cave, the lass's mind grew bright.

Morphine

You entered my system like a drug
You were in in my bloodstream
You threw my immunity away
I got sucked into you like a beautiful dream

Your taste was sweet, refreshing, different
I'm attached to you, like oxygen
I felt complete with you and;
Even as it hurt me, you got under my skin

You scare me
Because if I cut you off me
I'll lay open in a pool of blood...
And there'll be nothing to see.

They say time heals wounds
But the scars remain.
And as I leave you,
My heart breaks with the pain.

Sucker-Punch

You're an asshole!

You're a prick!

How can you be so daft?

Are you blind?

Can you not see?

Or are you just pretending to be?

Climb out of your ass

Smell the real world!

Wake up,

You're burning

I'm not putting your fire out

Not if you can't see it yourself.

How do you live?

How can you pretend?

Your world is crumbling around you

And your eyes are black

I tried to help you once

But the patience, now, I lack.

I'm out of the fire

Into the rain

I smell a new beginning

And there's no more pain.

May

Green grass and spring

Wet mud and bare toes

The sun is spilling over

I think of a yellow rose.

You spoke to me

We said more than hello

That made me happy

And I dreamed of more.

Space

How can I just be?
Without letting you affect me...

You're in my thoughts and my senses
It's something you can envision without lenses.

I wish we were like Lizzie and Luke
But ah, that wish might as well just be ordinary puke.

I wish you were with me even whilst you're taken
My heart, for you I've gladly forsaken

I long for our souls to meet
Just as our signs have bleat

That you are mine
And I, thine

But I guess it's all wishful thinking...
This ship slowly is sinking.

An Ode to Liberacci*

He'll never see me the way he sees her
Because to him, I shall always be a blur.
He will never know how much I care
Or know that from the shadows, I stare.

He's so cute and sweet and kind
I overlook his flaws because I think he's divine.
They say it in the stars...
That I'm his Venus and he, my Mars

I really want to be with him
Without him, my senses are dim
I wish he were mine
It would all be so fine!

Gosh, how I want him so!
Can't he tell that I'm not a ho?

Why, oh, why can't he see?

That we are truly meant to be.

But alas, he's with another
And I'll have to settle to be an ordinary other.
'Cuz I like him and he loves her

There really would be no future.

What remains for me to do
Even if it'll make me blue
I'll have to leave him be
And end this story.