Amy’s Mind S-H-A-R-E

I’ve learned that knowledge does not make you smarter,

I’ve learned that money does not make you richer,

I’ve learned that sweet words does not make you likeable.

I’ve learned that being friendly does not make you nice,

I’ve learned that promises does not matter to you,

I’ve learned that saying sorry does not exist in your heart.

I’ve learned that age does not make you wiser,

I’ve learned that earning your own dough does not make you independent,

I’ve learned that being strong does not give you courage.

I’ve learned that a face is indeed a façade to the heart,

I’ve learned that trust is the hardest emotion to build but the easiest to destroy,

I’ve learned that nothing ever lasts…

The empty cloak,

Stands high above the ground,

Taunting the stationary floor.

You can’t touch me,

The cloak laughed out loud,

Shrill, piercing, laughter filled the air.

The floor remained motionless,

Quiet, resilient, unmoving amidst the mocking mirth,

Patiently waiting for the precise moment.

See me fly, waving my hands above you,

The cloak was shrouded in clouds of happiness & more,

Twirling & swaying with increased confidence, with each passing instant.

Still lying low, cool & collected,

Gleaming silently, reflecting the very image of the cloak,

High above the ground but soon, just that particular moment….

Whooshhhhhh….

Jerry dashed down the staircase,

Gulping down his milk while chewing on his cereals,

He was late for school.

The bus was here,

Jerry ran to grab his jacket,

Right next to the cloak.

Alas, in his haste & clumsy yank,

The jacket was off the hook, together with the cloak,

The cloak landed in a heap on the floor.

Nooooooooooooooooo,

This cannot be, I am not high up,

I cannot see the floor anymore.

The floor lay right where it was,

The moment have arrived,

All that rises, falls.

It’s a Saturday & I can’t freaking believe that I’m sitting patiently in front of a monitor, IN THE OFFICE!!!! Work, work, work…it’s so dull, especially on a Sat afternoon. I should be terrorizing the malls, sweeping my eyes across various objects of desire. Ah, the pleasure of window-shopping without actually jeopardizing my funds. Instead, I’m scrutinizing line after line of figures, my fingers constantly flying across the keyboard, trying to digest & understand the numbers in front of me. Sometimes, these numbers are just too much for my liking. It becomes quite monotonous, constantly trying to piece up information from these tiny dots. Oh gawd, I rather be vegging out in front a television, watching colourful images & figures…

Enough said, I’m going home!

Stucked,

Suffocatedly crushed,

Grinded & pounded.

Bits & pieces,

Broken & torn apart,

Pieced together & tear again.

Split into two, three, four,or many,

Soaked wet & squished dry,

Pressed & pricked day by day.

Such is the the sad, painful story,

A plain, non-aggresive life of,

A paper.

It’s hard to come upon kindness, true kindness is hard to find like a flower that blooms in times of adversity. I felt so lucky to have met a kind soul. Just yesterday, I went shopping at Ikano. Smart of me to park my car at The Curve only to realize that Ikano is actually closer to Ikea parking. Anyway, after I was done with everything, I took the long walk to my parking area. There was a long queue at the ticket machine. While waiting, I was rummaging through my purse to get RM1. To my surprise, I only have RM10 bills. So now, I have two options. Wait & use the big note or start asking around for change. I weren’t too sure if the machine actually take RM10 bills. Being adventurous & hoping that my luck would be good that day, I waited in line till my turn & tried out the RM10 bill. Guess what, it DID NOT GO THROUGH!! Yeah..lucky me. I tried with another note, didn’t go through either. Then I ask the guy after me if he have any change. Without even bothering to check his wallet, he said no. He was just plain lazy. I asked another guy after this meanie, and he didn’t have either. With a heavy hand, I pressed for my ticket without paying.

So along I went, braving myself up & started asking everyone along the queue for change. Reminds me of beggars along the streets of Winnipeg street, asking for change. Anyway, most of the people in the queue, especially guys, yes GUYS, you are just lazy people. Answering me in the non-chalant way, don’t even bother to flip through your wallets. I went on & on until voila! I met my saviour. This lady who was working in Curve. As I don’t have any small change at all, I have like 4 pieces of RM10, and the lady had like 5 pieces of RM1. She offered to give me the RM1! I know this may sound peanuts but where would you find, especially in KL, people who offer you money with no strings attached. Mind you, we are living in a big city where people don’t even have time to past their shoulders. Ok, I might be a bit dramatic here & there should be some kind souls lurking around in the streets of KL. Heck, in fact I found one! So, I’m a believer that there are kindness around. Even though it’s just one, I’m sure there are more!

Wanted to write sth creative but my creative juice just ran out of stock…It’s weird that sometimes you get the impulsive rush 2 do sth & suddenly, u just lose it. U end up with a new chapter, a whole lot of enthusiasm, & an empty mind. So nothing gets done, & u r left wondering whether u’ve actually done sth creative at all, having de creative ideas in the 1st place but not being able 2 execute it in the end. Guess, it would comfort urself 2 think that you’ve actually used the right side of the brain 4 de day. Ah, self-denial serves great purposes sometimes. But overpowering self-denial is definitely no good, though it would be fun to think along those lines. Just like fire, a good servant, but a bad master.

I believe work brings a good monotony into life. U get paid 4 doing de same thing over & over again, of course de varying factor would be unpredictable. But datz wat makes monotony less monotonous. It’s during all this monotony, u long 2 do sth creative, sth 2 inspire urself, sth 2 bring de real u out & show it 2 de whole wide world. Though a lot of us bitch ’bout work every single second of our lives, but then we cherish the aftermath of monotony, our leisure time. Isn’t it wonderful to just curl up in front of de tv after a long day at work? Isn’t it wonderful to drive the car along de same road 2 work, only this time u r heading home? Well, i’m no saint & i do bitch ’bout my job like all the time too but i really do cherish my free time, n sad 2 say, it’s getting lesser by the day.

So, since work’s good, should we work more? Hell no! I guess everything’s good in moderation. A good balance of work & life, makes us human. Hey, bitching ’bout work IS a conversation topic, a very interesting one too! I’m sure all of u reading this will agree w me.

Datz all from me, i felt v. much better already, having engaged my right brain in a pretty intensive activity. Ciaos….

She looks down at her weather-washed hands,

She did not cry of the hardships she suffered.

She always have a smile on her face,

A smile that smooths out all rough edges.

She looks up to the clear blue sky,

Looking at the beautiful birds flying across the horizon.

She looks down & closes her eyes,

Reminiscing the faces of her loved ones.

A gentle breeze caressed her in the passing,

Ruffling her hair gently.

She step forward into a field of grass,

Brushing her feet along the fluffy greens.

She thinks of home sweet home,

That lies beyond the green sea.

She laid down her weary body,

Under a guarding tree of earth.

As the blazing sun sets down,

She drew her last breath,

A smile forever etched on her lined face….

A glance,

   A step closer,

      A nod of the head,

         A warm smile,

            A firm handshake,

               A friend made…… \ ( ^ _ ^ ) /

Jumping into a dark blue sea,

She felt the plunge & was drawn down deeper than she could see,

Isn’t this cool, she thought, isn’t this fun?

But i can’t run, she said, i can’t see the sun.

The shadows are a comfort,

Blanketing & caressing her with much so effort,

Slowly, she feels the wrap tightening,

She feels herself choking,

There’s no more movement,

She’s stuck in the moment,

In a flash she understood,

Struggle as hard as she could,

She fought to be freed,

She thought it would be easy indeed.

Alas, that was not the sea,

That would let her flee,

She was stuck in the abyss,

Gone forever, lost in the curse…..