Update

In case some of you still don't know, my grandma passed away a few days before the last post. And I feel like punching the lights out of some people. I so want to move out and away from all this shit.

This is the year good people die

My Daily Tarot Card on fb

The Tower

The Tower represents sudden and unexpected change. It signifies the destruction of something that was not built on a solid foundation. With this change comes a time of disorder and chaos, but from this comes great improvement and newfound strength. This is an opportunity for you to start over and right your wrongs.

I think I just righted a wrong.

Kitties

Today 2 ladies in the office building told me separately that some moron complained about the cats and they're going to send them away. The first lady told me at noon somebody sent an email telling them not to feed the cats. The second lady told me in the evening that she called the moronic man about it and the man was quite rude. And that she was told the SPCA will be putting them down. What the hell? The second lady is really nice and she feeds the cats everyday. She told the moron, who said that because we had been feeding the cats, they had been pooing around. I have never in my life seen cat poo around. Is that moron hallucinating? Because he said there's another yellow cat around and he's the only one who's seen it. That freak is disturbed. The nice lady said the cats have been around for a long time and they've never bothered anyone. She even told the stupid man she's willing to go around to pick up cat poo. So nice. She might be bringing the cats home. I hope she does.. In case she decides to leave that dumb place who lets one single moronic freak take away two innocent cat lives. The lady works on the ground floor where the cats are so I think she'll protect them. I hope. I didn't see the bigger, blacker cat at all today. I'm so pissed off with that bastard. I hope he sees me feeding the cats and confront me so I can personally verbally abuse his sorry ass.

Reality's Dark Dream

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


I know 'tis but a dream, yet felt more anguish
Than if 'twere truth. It has been often so:
Must I die under it? Is no one near?
Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me?

"Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing?"

by Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks


Do you think I know what I'm doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
or the ball can guess where it's going next.

Richard Cory

by Edwin Arlington Robinson


Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, - yes, richer than a king, -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

The Stranger

by Charles Baudelaire
Translated by Louise Varѐse


Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother?
I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
Your friends?
Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known.
Your country?
I do not know in what latitude it lies.
Beauty?
I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal.
Gold?
I hate it as you hate God.
Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger?
I love the clouds ... the clouds that pass ... up there ... up there ... the wonderful clouds!

Poetry

I borrowed a poetry book for my student and I read a little of it. It's called I Just HOPE It's Lethal: Poems of Sadness, Madness, & Joy. Eh ok it might be a little depressing but my student is a little unfeeling so I need to knock some emotions into her. =P Anyway, will be putting some poems here that I...understand.

A new month

The chatty cleaning auntie who comes in the office to take away rubbish and who fed the cats is not working there/here anymore because they changed cleaning companies and the new company hired their own people. Lucky there's another lady who feeds the cats. But I wonder if they're hungrier than usual. I accidentally fed them quite a lot just now. Oops. And I had to stand there to stop the fatter cat from eating the other cat's share. So greedy..

The boss wants me to set up my own company so he can engage my "company" to do drawings for his presentations. And because he wants me to hire prison people because he can't contact them himself. (Something to do with the top people.) An ex-colleague is working with the prison in the yellow ribbon project so she told him she has people who can draw. So i'm supposed to become a boss. What joy. I feel like it's forced down my throat though. I don't want to bite off more than I can chew. I hate people who want to do too much and mess up everything. When you bite off more than you can chew, you choke. What one wants to do with themselves is their problem but when it affects others it's just irritating.

Epiphany

Some people are so dense it's like talking to a wall. But then again, why did I even bother talking to a wall? I should accept the wall for the wall that it is and not bother. My bad.