Blessing Others.

I've been toying with an idea for about a year now and finally, the new initiative is coming my way.

It involves former students and the money shelled will be from my own pocket.

This is for a worthy cause -

To be a Blessing.

'I cried because I had no shoes.
Then I met a man who had no feet.'

Just Great.

The screen was a radial blur as tears got in the way at the cinema.

I came home and cried my heart out, albeit discreetly in another room as my muffled sobs contained traces of yesterdays.

The Great Gatsby had left me deeply perturbed.

Just Great.

Eat Its Knot.

'It is Not.
It isn't Me.
I am Not.'

Repeat that ad nauseam, Mich.

You'll need that to steer clear & keep your head out of the clouds.

It is not you, Mich.

It isn't.

If it were, it wouldn't be like this, would it?

Scrawls For A Wedding.

I've been tasked with penning a poem for an impending wedding of two close friends, J & J.

Mangling a bunch of atypical syllables and words was certainly a challenge, but thankfully, poetry is right up my alley.

Apologies for not disclosing these scrawls at the moment.

Its entirety will be revealed after the wedding in July.

I know, I know...it's a tad in the distance.

That said, I would like to respect the couple by remaining tight-lipped till then.

So, watch this space in July! =)

My Reflection.

My reflection
Is an arbitrary perception.

It is there,
Yet it is not.

I see it,
It sees me not.

I reach out to touch it,
But coldness meets my tips.

My neck is craned,
It does the same.

I roll my eyes
And it plays along.

I speak to it,
But it mocks me with its moving lips.

Enough! I cry,
And pound my fist.

Fury is returned,
As it walls a mist.

My reflection gazes at me,
And thus do I.

Exhausted, we part
Till morning is nigh.

~ Mich
2013, May 24
5.35 am

Equilibrium.

Should the uncaged bird take flight,

The other, bound by its shackles,

Would hurtle towards the water

And drown.

Of Hugs and the Deep Blue.

What I Need :
• Stability
• A Big Hug

It's not about the Audi coupe.
It's not about the prime district abode.
It's not about the money.

I'm not rich.

It'll be silly to think so when juxtaposed against peers from influential families (R's dad is the CEO of K_____; M's dad is best buds with a local billionaire),

Or those who have earned their own keep (AG has multiple properties, a new business aside from her day job & drives a Mercedes cabriolet),

Or those who have married into wealth (T is my best friend since childhood & is a Tai-Tai who is clad in the loins of Dior & Chanel while toting an Hermes bag that matches her outfit of the day. For the uninitiated, an Hermes bag easily costs $20,000 or more),

Or a blessed amalgamation of both. (A is the head of ____, drives a Ferrari & lives at ___ Cove. Her husband is the CEO / Chairman of numerous companies that cannot be named here for obvious reasons).

That's just to name a few of my close friends, all of whom I've known since childhood or adolescence.

I'm not materialistic nor a money-grubber.

I've had a friend who lived in a rental flat and I had no qualms about sitting on the dusty floor because the family could not afford to buy a sofa. I would frequently lug brand new clothes to her home & smile as she squealed in delight at the bag of new clothes.)

The table's dirty? Not a problem. Wet tissues will soon take care of it.

You see, I'm not a snob, though I can understand how misconstrued perceptions are forged.

I've a soft spot for the poor, elderly and children. I try to do my best within my sphere of influence as an educator and beyond.

No, no, no.

Money is a bonus, not a prerequisite.

At the end of the day,

All that matters

Is an Anchor to plant me firmly to the ocean bed,

Without the danger of drifting away at the whim of the tides,

And a Big Hug.

Yes, You could have little but all You need is to be laden with loads of warm Hugs.

That would suffice.

But until I can ascertain that the Anchor is in place and not simply bobbing along the surface, I'll refrain from taking the leap.

You see, Mich cannot swim so she has to be real cautious lest she drowns in the deep end.

Isn't Mich real silly?

- HuG -

"Just A Little Bit's Enough."

"Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough."

The world could tell me this and that and those. Evidence could pile aplenty.

But until it comes from You, nothing is concrete even if it's deemed to be in my face.

I would love to talk to You, to hear ourselves laugh once again.

But I'm steering clear to protect myself, lest I lose my head in the clouds.



Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them..

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Sticks & Stones <s>May</s> Won't Break My Bones

Quote #1 :
"I told you that you were too dreamy and emotional, making decisions on what you felt, instead of using your brain," her mother said. "Maybe that's why you took my advice and you never changed yourself for another person again. So you'd never be hurt. You tucked your heart away, and you used your brain.

Quote #2 :
"The advice I gave you back then—use your head, be rational, don't let your heart lead you, use your brain—that allowed you to survive. And it held true. But I have another piece of advice for you. It's time for you to find some of that little girl you locked away so deep inside yourself. Because it's not about surviving anymore. It's about flourishing. It's about living a full life."

~ Bones

Being Alkaline.

Sodium Hydroxide.

I won't be There.

Not this time.

Be Enthralled!

A glance of vanity enthralled as I trawled the web.
Cool beans! =)

Slow & Steady.

It'll be great to speak to You,

To know how You've been,

To hear the smile in Your voice,

To be amazed at exciting tales from You,

To speak in hushed whispers like Yesterday.

We cannot change Yesterday,
Who knows what lies ahead?
A dance of chance Today,
For which the music is played.
~ Mich

I know You have your reasons.

When You're ready, there I'll be. =)

Once Again.

Without expectations, there can be no disappointment.

若无奢望，就无失望.

Duct tape thy heart, Mich.

Prepare for the Storm.

Protect your heart from shatters and tatters.

Once again.

Sleepy Scrawls.

All She'd ever wanted
Was to Know.

Not one to hinder,
She'd let him go.

Once, twice, thrice and more,
Pride was the second skin she wore.

Should The Boy knock once more,
She would be there by the door.

Should The Boy not choose to Stay,
She'd turn and walk away.

She'd hold the fort erstwhile
Till the ship docks its hull.

[ End : 7.11 am ]

The Mirage.

No, Mich.

NO.

You've got to hold the fort.

Filter the natter.

Guard the heart from tatters.

Of Land To Plough And Seeds To Sow.

Would an echo reverberate
Should the Voice cease to speak?
Would the story castigate
Should the mind refuse a peek?

~ Mich

*Note : The use of 'should' is in its archaic form. It is the equivalent of 'if'.

Tell Me A Story.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

The salient silence, while having to watch every ornate display, crushed me.

I told myself that this was not You, that You'd keep your word. You always did.

The Boy I knew made me Happy. He would not leave me biting the dust, especially not after the times we'd spent together just before You left.

The Boy would not hurt me.

He would not disappear.

There must be a reason, I admonished myself. Justifications bombarded my mind and I kept them handy while telling myself to be patient.

Your Day arrived. I knew. I turned away not because I did not care.

I'd thought that my presence was no longer warranted and so, it was best that I said nothing.

After all, maintaining the status quo had been almost a prerquisite. It was easy to slip on the guise of nonchalance and go about my way, as always.

The awkward position that we'd been engulfed in since day one was my conundrum. Of salutations and titles, the bridge was inadvertently missing.

It is not a war of pride.

This is my Story.

Do You trust me?

Will You tell me Yours?

[ End : 6.26 am ]