"Stay"

You said, "STAY."
And so, for that singular word uttered,
I will fight to.....Stay. =)

May. Be.

Should I go or do I stay?
Would my silhouette fade away?
Of that revealed today,
'Twas much to my dismay.

If you would only say,
"Leave me not, please stay."
Entwined in this foray,
Perhaps then, I'd just may.

Little does my mien betray,
Foraging nought amidst the fray.
A dance of chance at bay,
Hastened in purpose today.

Surrealism.

As exemplified by the caricature of Salvador Dali. (Pardon the erroneous spelling in the picture.)
A prompt selection by Alex, after I'd mentioned that certain events were surreal.
Quirky! =)

Incognito.

"Some nights, alone, He thinks of Her,
And some nights, alone, She thinks of Him.
Some nights, these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones,
Occur at the same objective moment,
He and She are connected without ever knowing it. "
[ Steve Martin ]

Of The Gordian Knot.**

I bade you Goodbye.
But You said Hello.

Why?

**The Gordian knot refers to an exceedingly complicated problem or deadlock.

Stashes of Gnashes.

Time, how little I have of it.
A surge of calls and messages meander their way.

Currently, I'm turning down $1000 daily.
This happens every single day.
If I had 36 hours, I'd be singing to the tune of $30 000 a month by now.

Quite unfortunately, I don't.

While I'm pleased that I'm in high demand professionally,
Time slips through my fingers.

Minutes give way to Hours, and then to Days.
A day or two, then three, four.
Soon, a week trots away.

Can moolah buy me Time, really?

Strangely, there was a time when I was raking approximately $3000 and lamenting about being a miserable salaried worker.

But, I was much happier then.

I am not a materialistic lady. It's a trait that has never been part of my personality makeup. I don't judge a person according to the house he has, the wheels he sports or the zeroes which he draws. These are far from what I seek to complete Me.

You are precious simply because of how You make me feel.

Happiness ranks at the top of my priority list.

What an irony then, to be drawing more than double of what I had but yearning for a mere fragment of Happiness from those days of yore.

Be A Blessing To Others.

- Mich's Guiding Principle in Life.

The righteous is concerned for the rights of the poor; the wicked does not understand such concern. [ Proverbs 29 : 7 ]

He who is generous will be blessed, for he gives some of his food to the poor. [ Proverbs 22 : 9 ]

Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. [ Luke 6 : 38 ]

Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. 7Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. 8And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. [ 2 Corinthians 9 : 6-8 ]

An Adherence, Surely.

"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he."
[ Proverbs 23 : 7 ]

"Good people bring good things out of the good stored up in their heart, and evil people bring evil things out of the evil stored up in their heart. For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks."
[ Luke 6 : 45 ]

By God's grace, through Christ, the Affliction shall cease.
Put your heart and mind to it, Mich.
Break free from that which sole purpose is to wrangle you in bondage.
It is Mishil's Michelle's Time.

Boy, Does It Hurt.

She has, but Hopes, Dreams and Wishes.
Every now and then, she'll think of the Boy who made her dream.
Its choral refrains are now but, those of a requiem.

She smiles, ever so faintly,
It guises her pain.
To let the Boy go,
A trickle to deign.

Mew - Me & You.

Giving You up is something that I must do.

It will never be.

2005 will but flip its pages only once in the annals of Time.

Much as I'd like to,

Much as I'd tried to,

Those encapsulated moments are buried in the Past.

Time spent with You brings a smile till this day.

I avail myself to you, whenever I can, wherever I am.

A fragment, a sliver was all I'd wanted to reclaim as a keepsake.

I'd thought that if I'd fervently clung onto the remnant shards, someday I'd be able to piece it together and You'd need & keep me, like You used to.

Each time You beckoned, I'd drop everything to race towards You. I believed that You'd realize how important You were/are to Me and that, would propel You in my direction.

When I walked away from You a few days ago, I knew that my hopes would never come into fruition. The opportunity that I had frittered away in the past was long gone.

After all, Pups and Kittens don't belong together.

Without You, it'll be just Me,

And thus I, am, but Me-ch.

A Tale Tinkles.

In this, a plethora of thoughts swelled and appropriated the various stances of well, the stanzas (at least in my opinion).

It tells of a tale, one which You and I know too well.

(Lamenting)
我以为
我出现的时候刚好
你和她正说要分开

我的以为只是我以为

我以为我的温柔
能给你整个宇宙
我以为我能全力
填满你感情缺口
专心陪在你左右
弥补她一切的错
也许我太过天真
以为奇迹会发生

(Chiding Mich)
他让你红了眼眶
你却还笑着原谅
原来你早就想好
你要留在谁身旁

(Resignation)
我以为我够坚强
却一天天地失望
少给我一点希望
希望就不是奢望

[ Extracted from 品冠 - 我以为 ]

"The Windows of the House in which She Lived were High." - Sherwood Anderson

To live. To die.
To laugh. To cry.
To breathe. To sigh.
Too far. Too high.

So My Feet Fell Wearily.

Hey, You.

I'm Tired.

Can I sink my head upon Your shoulder

And drift across frothy lands with You?

"Would you hold me in Your arms
And keep me safe from harm?"

Wrapping Warmth.

If Only.

When The Bough Breaks.

I've been told that I have nothing to complain about.

I have a home, a car, Him and I'm raking in a pretty handsome sum of money for I'm good at what I do.

I get to buy LV, Prada and whatever that's the fad of the moment, I'm able to buy it whenever I want to. ( But I don't. An annual purchase will suffice. )

Fine dining and fancy food are no strangers to me, as evidenced by my photos in Facebook.

Yet, this is all a Facade.

For all the moolah that I rake, can it buy Me what I truly want?

I'd gladly exchange it all for that Singular notion.

Material possessions, Intellect, Money; They are a far cry from That which brings me Happiness.

I don't ask for much; A sliver will suffice. A shard.

And as it gleams, within that encapsulated moment, Happiness shall be Mine.

Varmints

" Then one day, as he watched from his window,
his thoughts drifting over the city,
hope ripened in his heart like a seed,
It was Time! "

~ Varmints
Written by Helen Ward
Illustrated by filmmaker Marc Craste, 2004 BAFTA Best Animated Short Film winner