Friday, May 27, 2011

spooked

Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "My great granddaughter is terrified that she might see a ghost?"
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "That makes her great? She's great cos she's afraid of seeing a ghost?"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "No, you nut, with a brain deader than my 43 year old corpse. I'm talking about my son's granddaughter. That makes her my great granddaughter, like in great is a part of the noun and not an adjective! The silly girl is terrified of seeing a ghost!"
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "You mean she's seen one? Interesting!"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "No. that's the thing. She's not seen one. Well, not yet. Though i have a good mind to reveal myself to her."
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "I wouldn't recommend that. It's not nice to see a spook flash. I mean, I do find you hot and all, but them living 'uns like a lil skin, bone and flesh..and err...jiggly bits...aaah.. i miss jiggly bits!"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "Not like that kind of reveal, you stupid dead bat. Reveal like in show myself to her. So that she would know that it's not a big deal to see a ghost."
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "But if she hasn't seen a ghost, how does she know she's scared of seeing one? She might like our company, for all she knows. We're darned better than the company she sometimes keeps!"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "That's exactly it. The silly child is in the habit of fearing things in advance. And then most of the time, it's never as bad as she thought it would be. Meanwhile she's spent enough sleepless nights, wasted enough time and lost enough hair doing her I'm-so-scared-shitless routine. And then after the event, she's like "Aiye! Only so much? THAT's what I've been scared of all this while?" And then she struts around as if she's swum the English Channel with a handicap and does her Jhansi-ki-Rani-oh-I'm-so-brave act. Happily forgetting that it was all in her head."
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "Oh that is very silly indeed! But i find her rather amusing, ...errr... I meant intriguing, I swear, I meant intriguing. Tell me more about her and her silly ways. I've forgotten how silly human girls can be. "
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "You deadbeat jerk, I'm not having this conversation with you to entertain you with the capers of my featherbrain descendant! I'm at a loss what to do about this girl! ARRGH, she makes me so mad. She sets my long-worm-eaten-teeth on its long-worm-eaten edge. When she was little, she used to be terrified of bridges, water, the witch in the well and the monster family under her bed. Now I think her mum ought to be afraid of the boys under her bed!"
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "REALLY? You're great granddaughter is a racy one? OOOHH"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "I WISH. The child who is not-so-much-a-child is commitment-phobic. She gets her hands burnt on nothings and then claims to be scared of the real thing"
Dead-for-as-many-years-colleague-in-death: "She's scared of that also? Let me guess, not tried that either?"
Dead-for-many-years-great gran: "For once you've gotten something right! I wish she would just stop being so afraid and just live for once."




**My greatgranny was supposedly a feisty one. REALLY FEISTY. Apparently she would stop at nothing, and I guess having a silly goose like me for a great granddaughter must make her somersault in her grave, ever so often. I'm not so afraid of seeing a ghost anymore, just like I'm trying to get over my fear of a lot of other things. So here goes everything. :)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

:)



Okay, look here. Look here. LOOK HERE! Tch! SIt now. Sit, sit, SIT! I told you to sit, no? Where you going? Come and sit here. come here, Come here. Come HERE. Beating, for you. You want beating? SIT! Okay, now, look here. CLICK. Oi..don't move so much! Why can't you just sit here!? COME HERE. No, NO, DON'T JUMP ON ME. Shee! You nut. Okay, now you'll sit? Sit, sit, SIT…where's the stick! I'll BEAT YOU! Look here……arrrrgh! No, no don't move. Sit properly. Okay, now stop scratching your balls. Sit still, no? Enough! Stop scratching them, already. EYYYY stop licking them..... Sheee! CLICK! Look here, okay? Shooooo sweet you are. STOOOOOPID FELLOWWWW Don't jump. BEATING FOR YOU! Eeeek stop licking me. Get off me. You're heavy. Sit DOWN. Okay, be good and sit, okay? Awww…so cute you are!! My sweetie pie. Love you so much.**

**Photo sessions with my nutty dog.



Monday, May 9, 2011

looking back

Must these priorities shift so much?
Only for the right decisions
to metamorphose into trivialities?
People, whose features shift
into wallpaper and furniture.
Career that swells with the
nothingness of an empty belly.
Wombs filled with placenta and
regret.
Sleepless nights and cholesterol traffic.
Sleeping around and glorious
dissatisfaction.
Thankless bosses and spouses.
Bodies abused by the light
and weight of ephemeral manna.
Love. Oh, love!
The years, crawling with the
termites of redundancy.
investments turn into rubble.
And rubble into precious things,
we lost along the way.
Living forever, specters in a fist-sized
pound of regret, ebbing within you.
A steady motor, keeping you alive.