Relativity

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.

-- Albert Einstein

The positive side of a pathetic story..

Another workday as usual and this would have mark my fifth day working. I was driving along the ever so familiar road and remembering Mr.Woodman's direction of the road to the cheapest parking lot in town. All was well as I turned into the parking lot, the parking attendant directed me to the place with an empty space. It was a long long way in. Thinking that tonight it would be unsafe for me to walk alone into the parking lot, and I spotted an empty space. Having much experiences in shopping malls parking spaces, I confidently turned right into the parking space and crrreeeaaakkk~~ opps.. I helped created creative lines on someone's Grand "Livita"...

Then, I thought bravely, I would not run away from this. If he sees the lines and wants me to pay up, its my fault.. Then I adjusted my car and parked right beside the car I had just expressed my creativity upon.

I tried to open my car door and realized, damn, the space is too small for a girl my size to get out. Fuckstrated, I reversed my car and bbrrrrrrrreeeeeeuuuuuppp~~ Oops.. the side mirror of this "Malaysian Hero" on my right.. Once again, I quickly moved my car into the right space and walk out of my car.

Started walking out of the parking lot, (it was a long way), and I saw a few very very very good looking Europeans walking passed me.. Smiling, I was thinking my day was starting to get better.. And the yummylicious walked passed me.. And I took 5 steps and I slipped and twisted my feet in a weird way. But!! My pride hurt much much more than my clumsy feet. Without looking back to see if anyone saw me tumbling, I picked myself up and started walking with as much dignity as possible.

The usual routine.. Punching in.. walking into Topshop~~ BLa Bla bla.. normal normal normal... and I clocked myself into my store.. The phone started ringing and i picked it up.."Karen Millen KLCC, Joanne speaking, how may I help you?" Cheh~~

And this breathless girl replied, hey Joanne, you know who am I ? I said no. She said,"come on guess, you know me very well." So I said, "Vicky, is that you?". The girl replied she was.. She started explaining she was very sick and she had something urgent that needed my help. She asked me to go right up to Watson's(1floor above my store) to buy 16 pcs of mobile reload worth RM100 each. I replied tat I've clocked in, I do not have tat amount of money, I cannot walk out as I wish bla bla~~ and she told me to use the cashier's float cash and loan the rest of it!!!!! And when I declined repeatedly, she hung up on me. It occured to me something was not right and I called Vicky's number!! And Vicky had her normals voice.. and she claimed she was in Phillipines!! So who the hell is this bloody fraud!!! She just scared me shitless... dahmn... So note to self~~ Beware..

What a day has this been.. What a day... And I told DeDoted and Princess during lunch.. I bet they either laughed their hearts out or they shook their head repeatedly.. Hehe.. I miss them.. So much.. I wish we still had classes that I could go pour my stories to and tell them my feet hurts now.. But there are so many things that I wish too.. And I wondered if they would ever happen.. xxx

Thank you

Thank you pretty sunshine
For the way you make me feel
Thank you for the cuddling
And the kisses everywhere on me

Thank you for the way
You gently held my hand
Thank you for the hours
You were tangled up in me

Thank you broken angel
For the chance you gave to me
Thank you for the beauty
You let me feel and see

Thank you for the traces
Your lips left on my neck
Thank you for the flames
You ignited slowly on my skin

Thank you pretty hurricane
For the way you make me feel
Thank you for the dreaming
Your soft tongue caused to me

Thank you for the words you said
That made me see the truth
Thank you for the ugly way
You made me feel so used

Thank you broken dreamer
For the chance you gave to me
Thank you for the dreaming
That will always be untrue

Thank you for the memories
Your beauty makes me keep alive
Thank you for the words and kisses
You used to make me cry.

by D.

This was a poem i came across in a poetry website... I felt it was really close to what i am feeling.. This blog is not to prove anything. It is merely a place for me to unleash my thoughts.. In order for me to remain sane..

Source of this poem : http://www.best-love-poems.com/poems.php?id=1148317