Two Fish

Two siamese fish swam in the sea
one was 8 and one was 80
they fought over which was to go
but they know almost when to stop.

and they never drowned.

I will tailor a new 50's dress...

and it tickles my fashion sense to a certain nonchalant identity depth.

A letter I will slip under my acting proferssor's door.

Dear Dr. ------

There are a few things I want to tell you and since I'm not a face-to-face type of person when it comes to people I don't really know, I decided I'd write you a letter. Also because it's more personal than an e-mail.

I came into your class eager to learn something (like I often am) and the truth is; I've only learned very few things; one of which is to never work with you because you are quite unfair. You don't appreciate good work, sincerity in it, or good intentions. Also, you are quite judgemental and you have very little self discipline and rare-to-no sensitivity with dealing with people.

I came into this class not because I wanted to be "tough enough" for the business but because i want to direct, and to do that, I need to know what acting is like. You expectations for me far exceeded my limits and abilities and left me feeling rather helpless and humiliated. One of the few things I learned from this class is that I do not enjoy acting, and never will because I don't like being tough, in fact, I think the wisest thing for one to do is to be fragile enough to learn from life and you don't appreciate that either.

I will never understand how you want your student to find themselves in the character and to feel for them when you seem to never sympathize with their emotions and/or take them by the hand.

I'm not tough enough to expect disappointment and for that I thank a certain fragility that I was able to save from your class. I'm greatly disappointed in you, but I'm not sorry that I learned many a negative lessons from your class.

Sincerely,
Blah Blah

Ella Fitzgerald found her yellow basket

And it's a dream come true.

On a plane creashing down because the pilot never knew he was the pilot and was busy looking at the pretty clouds.

This is what always happens. I smile too much, my cheeks hurt, i start crying.
I'm so happy, I'm somewhere else, until I start being really sad. And it's not something I control, believe me, or don't, it just so happens to always end up this way. It's a recurrent theme in the life of me.

It would be easy to say that when you're too happy you don't notice things that can make you quite sad, but that's not it. It's that, I notice them, but because I'm happy I let them solve themselves and be happy like me.

And then there's a whole drama with theatre. Now, I am not always taking what's on stage offstage but they're not that different sometimes. I mean, after all, theatre is a recreation of reality. People do say things and mean something else and it has disturbed me all my life but now it's just slowly making me paranoid.

It has become too hard to trust you. You never say something because you believe in it, many times you're the devil's advocate, even with me.
You talk too much for you own good, but you never say anything.
I know you hate being called mysterious, but then, why do you make yourself so? And why do you say that you believe in such a thing as the truth, but you just never say the whole of it.

And, why is it that you always avoid problems? You always want to solve things. The truth is, you never solve things, you just talk me out of them and that's not working anymore, because I believe you no more.