Despite being young and all, I can't believe I'm cooped up at home doing HOMEWORK.

On a SUNDAY.

I know, I am a loser, but the bloody schools just LOVE to load us with homework.

No wonder so many young people are severly overweight. They eat, do homework, sleep, plan, eat, sleep, do homework. There's no time for games or hanging out at the playground. Exercise? Only the fingers get it.

I can just imagine the below scenario:

MOH spokesman: Teenagers nowadays are grossly overweight. What is your thought on this?

Teen: It's not because we do not want toexercise, but schools load us with homework, so we are forced to sit down for long hours to do them. Not to mention long school hours due to the MOE's preferred education guideline. We sit in class all day. This has also given rise to myopia as teachers expects us to stre attentively at the whiteboard for hours and do near work. If we want to rest our eyes for a moment, they accuse us of not paying attention and give us detentions, thus depriving us of fun exercises. Some pupils may be very sensitive and commit suicide over this as teachers are tyrants.

Today I FINALLY managed to pull hard enough to remove my stud earrings! I have been pulling on it for days now to no success, but I finally did it!

I was pulling half heartedly when POP, it came out.

Being the curious one, I rushed to the bathroom to see my ear hole (and hope that there's no scar). Nothing grand, just a red dot.

I then tried to put it in, but damn, it heals quite fast. Considering it didn't hurt at all when I removed it, it hurts when I put it back. I had to push through the tissue.
Fine, I'm being a baby, because it wasn't the "OUCH-I'm-being-tortured-with-the-whip-it-hurts-like-HELL" that type of pain, but it still hurts.But I'm taking it like a lady. Who says that ladies have a weaker threshold for pain? That idiot should go through childbirth (not that I have been through it, but the screams in the hospital provide enough to guess)!

Yeah, yeah, I know I am a tomboy. Especially my use of language when I meet something...unfortunate.

But surely being a lady doesn't mean talking in ridiculously high pitched voices, acting spineless and wearing miniskirts that looked like handkerchiefs? Fairy tales are sexist, I'd say, because all the princesses are spineless idiots unable to cover their own butts and need their dear prince charming to come to the rescue.

Pathetic. They'll die in Singapore's competitive business world.

Well, when I was young and stupid, I used to *ahemahemcoughcoughwishcoughcoughahemahem* I was, but now I am thinking, better to have some spine and be a tad thick skinned then not know anything at all. I'd rather be an evil manipulator then a helpless sheep.

Shit. Got to go back to homework. I am still trying to learn how to play the flute (without the instrument, it will come with the teacher on the day of the trial lesson, gotta work on my embouchure-thingy.)

I keep my fingers crossed that I'll still find it interesting and won't be bored out of my mind after the lesson (and 10 lessons later). Also hope my mum will allow it, she says I need to focus more on my studies, but NO SIRE, no way am I gonna be recorded in history as a 书呆子。I' want to be an all-rounder!(though I'm lacking in the grace part, ah well, I'll try and salvage all I can, it will look good on my future resume)

I really really want to be able to play at least one instrument. You can never be wrong discussing musicians and instruments.

Can't wait till next friday, hopefully (ha! like real) the teachers on't give so much homework. Or worse, detention (Touch wood!)

Confusion

Give me time, grant me grace
The painting on the wall is bitter to taste
Burn it in fire, watch it shrivel up
The ashes floating into the cup

I’ve written my best, words are no more
It’s gone to the air, precious paper tore
Lyrics nothing but mere scribbles on sheets
Spying a word a second too fleet

Emotions toiling and spinning
Words rushing and skimming
All a rush of colours thin
Naught can be seen
I CAN’T WRITE ANYTHING!

Stanzas spun fast but refusing to come
Congregating into a lump
The roller coaster went downhill, we’re flying too fast
Losing gravity and weight, as air whips past

Wrote this narrative poem. It's a rushed kind of thing, so don't expect quality. Done in 5 minutes.

It's written for all women. I'm a feminist, and have been disgusted by how women have been treated. So I penned this.

We women

Blinded by verses and blocked by rules
Thinking by centuries, no pure proof
We women face expectations imposed by ’law’
The bonds that restrain are impossible to saw

Knocked up by men and squashed like bugs
We women have no rights, it seems to us
Pleasing and accommodating, the virtuous wife
Giving men servitude, wasting our lives

Bearing children six by ten
Doing everything for them by hand
We women needed to be submissive
To our husbands generous, to ourselves thrifts

We women held down again by mass
Others preaching, they doubt we understand
That we women act stupid, it’s a must
For our halves with egos more solid than land

We women sold into services for money
To them we are nothing but a mere expense
Human greed from which we can never free
Husbands pride jewels more than friends

We women are mere commodities
To be crafted and cut to one’s wish
Our fears, our nightmares, they harbour no value
Merely tossed aside like rotten stew

You train obedience, you plant the seeds
You think we’ll be dependant on you
With every ersatz smile—not a single bit
We defy you in our hearts, we yearn to kill.

I think people are scared of me.

Cos everytime I say 'Hi', followed by 'Can you help me criticize my poems', they RUN AWAY.

Ok, maybe it's because they are really very busy, but still.

WHY IS EVERYONE SO BUSY, UNABLE TO CRITICIZE MY POEMS?!IS MY WRITING THAT BAD?!

So far, only Xiaoyu is willing to do so. Thanks, Xiaoyu (=

Anyway, it's either a) my poems are too cheem(they are NOT, it's kinda simplistic) b) my writing is cest la terrible or c) they are scared of me.

Hmm.

Even Gloria also run away from me =( I have a lack of English experts to consult! Ok lah, maybe it's because she is unusually hardworking (I say unusually cos I am not very hardworking AT ALL).

This is more of the I-don't-get-why-everyone-is-going-away-from-me than the omigosh-I-am-so-invincible-everyone's-scared-of-me!

Anyway, I was reading through my primary 6 chat logs(the saved ones) and was STUPEFIED at my horrible standard of English.

I am happy to say that I have come a long way since 2006. (=

TAKE THAT, SUCKERS!(In reference to those people who insulted my grades back then)

I don't know why, but whenever I show my poems to someone else who doesn't know how to appreciate poetry, I feel a surge of unease.

It's like last year when I wrote all those descriptive stuff, and funnily enough, this year I lost my vocab.

LOST. GONE. BYE-BYE. As if they had disappeared.

Maybe it's my fear of being normal again. Or waking up one day to find myself unable to write anymore, or find my vocab gone.

I just don't know how to express it. It's like those hot dread that creeps up on you and mires your heart until you can actually for tell what's gonna happen. It's a strange warning system I have.

And it isn't pleasant at all. Not the Oh-inspiration-just-struck-me kind of hot. It's the breathless (in a bad way), skittish, the feeling of slowly being lowered into inferno's fires. Like it's biding its time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Sometimes I just have this great ideas in my head, I plot out all the rhymes and stanzas, but when I want to translate it down on paper, it just sticks to my mind like caramel popcorn and refuses to come out.

Like I'm sharing my mind with someone out there who does not need to lift a finger while I struggle and struggle, and something half-baked comes out. I'm miss Star-crossed and she's miss blessed.

Down the path of insanity....

I hope I'm not gonna go insane. Because I need to be sane enough to figure this out and improve
my eloquency.

ARGH. I REALLY HATE IT, for lack of better words, again.

How I wish for perfection.

Maybe someday when I am twenty or so I am going to look back on my written poetry and sigh in yearning of how I used to write.





P.S. I DENY THE FACT THAT I'M 'EMO'. I DO NOT SLASH MY WRISTS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Why is it everytime I open my mouth, people automatically expect me to rave about money or scold someone?

I know I'm bad-tempered, but don't assume things. I'm unpredictable. I do have my moments.

Because it's going too far, it's a game whereby I'm forced to laugh along and comply.

Full of ersatz blitheness, life is. When I want to talk about philosophy, no one is interested. When I want to discuss radical issues on politics, everyone zones out. When I discuss financial matters, at least you guys UNDERSTAND something.

And when I am NOT being sarcastic, people assume that I am.(this, by the way, is NOT sarcastic)

Just a single off-hand remark could make a person go up on his/her guns? Why so sensitive? I merely made a simple comment, there's no need to act like I loudly listed out why guys are pigs, right?

Just a little note: I don't think that ALL guys are pigs. Some of them are quite nice. It's just sad that majority of them are (i.e. rapists who get away with it, men with sexual fetishes (like starting porn sites, where they rape innocent girls In open daylight and then gloat about it, I WANT TO MUTILATE THEM!!! Bloody idiots who cheat on their wives and wants divorce later, etc, etc.)

But then again, what can I talk? FGM? Doesn't sound like a lovely lunch topic. "Oh, they mutilate the girl's clit and labia with a nice rusty knife that is not sanitized, and the entire thing is done with out anti sceptic. Did I mention that some of them even use acids to do so? Most girls die from trauma and phobias. Not to mention that their legs are bonded up for 2 whole weeks, and then their vaginas are sewn closed to prevent cheating from the husband. Then, on the wedding night, they cut the girl open, lets the husband do his thing, and sew her up again after the deed. Lovely eh?"

If the girls can't stand me describing mashed red beans as uncooked entrails, then if I mention FGM, they would probably sick themselves.

I know that I know too much for someone my age, but I hope to be a feminist someday. I'll be an outstanding lawyer and fight for these wives against their genius, conniving bastards of husbands!

WOMEN! DON'T STAND THERE LIKE LESSER BEINGS! FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS AS WELL! YOU ARE HUMAN, YOU ALSO DESERVE RIGHTS!

Sorry, I got a bit too passionate there.

I know I'm a tigress, but I know I have my rights and I will fight to the end for them, if not in the name off all the women on earth.

Who says women are inferior to men? Who says that women were only made for reproducing (that's what some idiot really said, by the way)? Show that we can be as good as men, if not superior to them!

So guys, if I seem to be unfriendly and rude (uncouth, etc, )to you, maybe it's the defense talking. Just bear with it ok? Heh. Thanks.

If there is one single sin from the seven deadly sin I must be guilty of, it is avarice.

Avarice: The need for material things to fill up the empty void in our lives.

It is easier to act ignorant than to be truly ignorant, that is what I have discovered. by hiding behind the carefully carved facade, I can just be myself privately.

"Being yourself"? What a fallacious promise. "Myself" is a carefully constructed mask over time to disguise the battle scars."Myself" is something that pops up automatically, but dissappears when I'm alone. "Myself" is so familiar, and yet a stranger.

I do not even know who I am, or what I am here for, so please don't judge me.

What bitter irony. After all, aren't people supposed to know themselves better? Why am I relying on the judgement of others? Why am I seeing my world through another's eyes?

"Myself" is a lie told far too many times, and too many people have fallen for it. Years have hardened someone to an experienced liar, to carry a suit of armour. The point why I am writing this is dodging my mind, perhaps this is a prelude to insanity.

I ccan discard the mask and stand alone, or I can keep it on. Keeping it on seems a better option-- it transcends familiarity.

Perhaps one day I would find it. Perhaps one day I can finally take off the mask. The mask has been stretched on too tight. If not now, when? The world is growing deceitful by day.

I'll just accept the curse of solitute and walk down alone. And I don't need anyone, I don't need money, I don't need wealth, I don't need comfort. Just pray that I come through it whole as a new person.

How we act, how we talk may just be another part of the illusion. People can keep secrets, and gurad them till death finally joins them in graves.

With every day I know I grow just a single step closer to it.

Just leave me alone.

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Author's notes:Thank god no one reads this. The mask is fitted, now I wonder if this would go under 'human nature'...

My new blog song--Pokarekare Ana by Hayley, though I don't know what language it's in, but her voice is AMAZING. It's in whatever language New Zelanders speak.This could be slightly lesbian-ish though, but I like her voice ^^

Not for you if you don't like sopranos.


Pokarekare ana
Nga wai o waiapu
Whiti atu koe hine
Marino ana e
E hine e
Hoki maira
Kamate au-i te aroha e
Tuhituhi taku rita
Tuku atu taku ringi
Kia kiti to iwi
Raru raru ana e
E hine e
Hoki maira
Kamate au
I could die-i te aroha e
E hine e
Hoki maira
Kamate au-i te aroha e
Kamate au
I could die-i te aroha e
Of love for you

[English translation:]
Stormy are the waters
Of restless Waiapu
If you cross them, girl
They will be calmed
Oh girl
Come back to me
I could die
Of love for you
I write you my letter
I send you my ringS
o your people can see
How troubled I am
Oh girl
Come back to me
I could die
Of love for you
Oh girl
Come back to me
I could die
Of love for you
I could die
Of love (for you).

It's 2008 since 10 days ago.

Which means that it's a BRAND NEW YEAR for voting blogs!

To those who voted for me faithfully, thank you! Now Please pleasepleaseplease vote every month will ya =)

Or use different computers to vote multiple times. I. Want. The. Janary. Sheild!!!

*drools*

Anyway, snatching votes aside, I think I am gonna be in trouble tomorrow.

Today Yang meh assigned the chinese composition to be HANDED UP TODAY and I finished it before recess. Immediately after recess, I shoved it in one of my compo pads and forgot about it.

It wasn't until 15 minutes ago that I realised it was with me.

1 word summarises this situation quite adeptly: CRAP.

This situation STINKS! (sorry for the dumb pun)

And speaking of subjects, I find myself more or less prone to bouts of self-pity whenever I am reminded of poems.

THAT'S BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE'S POEMA RE WAYY BETTER THAN MINE! It's not good enough!

In fact, it's only 'above average'. Nothing more.

My style of writing is blunt, concise and to the point. I don't go on and on describing feelings--I have toe vocab, but I find myself at a loss of words.While others may describe their feeling of lneliness to a "hollow, empty vacuum of black" I'll just say it was empty, nothing inside.

Yes, more 'mordern' than good ol' shakespare.

It's surprising how one can talk in riddles, going round and round to the point the reader knows not about what the author is trying to communicate.

Because, just beneath the surface, perhaps you will find something sensitive. Everyone behaves for a reason. Some act tough as they have bad experiences, and pile on shield after shield of ice walls and facades. Some are incredibly open and lead happy lives. Some drown in solitude, even though viewing cherry blossoms alone is a wonderful experience, there is nothing compared to viewing it with others.

Some people are intricate puzzles, they seem open, but it's all a facade, dropped as soon as they leave public scrunity. Sarcastic laughs and mean gestures are perhaps another way to protect themselves. It is the only way these people know how to.

Because no one knows theirselves better than theirselves, and will forever remain a mystery.

In this world, the naive are labelled 'irritating' and 'irksome', simply because they are comfortable in all sorts of situations. A slight variation in their aural and actions might trigger off a dynamite-like effect among others. They want to please, so they go out of their way to do it, even if it's inappropriate. In their minds, a fairytale version is taking root, of their lives. It is unfortunate to note that there is a thin, strong wall between those two: Fairytales were always remain fairytales, likewise with reality.

Not all humans are born evil. Even students who do not study physcology know that there must be a reason for everything. A murderer murders people, and perhaps his reason is that he is a misanthrope. But what triggered the reaction in him?

In humans, there is a strong need to defend ourselves. Everyone has a sore spot that must not be prodded.

Maybe some people may seem aloof, or even impertubable, but a simple smile sent their way, or a 'Happy New Year' would brighten up their day. This is the ultimate cliche, but it's true. Some people just need to know that you're their friend. Gestures ain't enough, but you have to say it.

P.S. This article has probably has no relation to myself. It's just an observation. It depends whether you know me or not -shrugs- Maybe it's my poetic mood or something. Or it's the depression kicking in. Bloody mood swings.-annoyed-

I try to write, but nothing comes out
The stone refuses to shift, big in bulk
I hum, I haw, I'm stuck at this stage
My creativity naught, my inspiration caged

O Goddess of muse where the f*** are you?!
Can't you see trouble is creeping like boiling in stew?
I try to distinguish thoughts but they evade me
Slippery as snakes they squirm to be free.

I just realised that for the damn competition thingy Mr Davamoni talked about, I would be cmpeting against the BEST of writers in Singapore.

THE BEST. Which include the brilliant and awe-inspiring Chenyin frokm TNS, the one who scored 28/30 for CA2 English composition.

TWENTY-EIGHT OUT OF F***ING THIRTY. HIGHEST IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN SCHOOL.

I'm doomed.

Which means my writing is only above average, nothing special.

Which also means that I won't get to attend those lessons I carve. I want to know more about writing!

The opportunity came,
I did not let it slip by,
I grasped it by the tail,
wanting to fly.
But gravity play a serious role,
restrictions it is made to dole,
watching others get the chance,
I fell out of the intricate dance.

ARRRGHHH! WHY DOES NOTHING COME OUT?!!! WHY? WHY? OH TELL ME WHY?!!!1 WHY AM I SOP STRESSED?!! WHAT'S FOR HOMEWORK?!!1

Ok, the last part was random.

MY EGO IS INFLATING BUT I THINK THE HIGHER YOU ARE, THE MORE PAINFUL YOUR FALL FROM GRACE! PRIDE COMES BEFORE A FALL! WHAT IF I DON'T GET IN?! WHAT IF I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH? THREE YEARS OF WRITING COME TO NAUGHT! THREE YEARS!

ARGHHHH!!! How? How? How?

*panicks**runs around in circles*

WHERE IS MY ELOQUENCE?!! WHERE HAS IT GONE?????

SOMEONE HELP ME THINK OF A SUBJECT TO WRITE AND CRITICIZE MY POEMS!!!!!!!!

Seriously, the one I wrote for Mr Davamoni was complete and total CRAP. I should have included more imagery. But NO! I am a direct person...TELLING instead of SHOWING.
And then there's the problem of incorproating emotion! Peopleimprove over time, but I seem to deprove! My latest poem now seems childish compared to the select person that scored the highest in compo in TNS.

WHY can't I write? WHY?

Ok. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

WHERE'S MY ELOQUENCE?!!!! WHERE'S MY VOCABULARY?!

*Corner of Woe*

I'll just go emo then. On the poem. Yeah, blood, slashing, wrists, here I come.

IMAGERY IMAGERY IMAGERY!

God. I sound like a madwoman.

But I finally FINALLY managed to write a sestina!

Yay me!

You have probably seen an earlier parody of this. But I have to take it out.

ONE MORE TIME I SEE "IT'S" AND "ITS" BEING USED INTERCHANGEABLY I AM GONNA HUNT DOWN THE PERSON AND WHACK THEM ACROSS THEIR HEAD WITH MY CAMBRIDGE DICTIONARY.

It's--Abbreviation for 'it is'
Its-- Possesive of 'it'. The animal licked its paw. Not it's paw. The animal isn't a paw, thank you.

And PLEASE, I beg you, if you don't know the proper romanji of something you want to write, e.g. senpai, do NOT try to act smart alec and write it in your fanfiction.

FOR GOODNESS SAKE IT IS SPELT 'SENPAI' AND NOT 'SEMPAI' OR EVEN WORSE, 'SEMPI'! I know sounds the same(in english) but whenever I see such spellings, I am filled with the tendency to want to whack the person on the head with my elementary Japanese textbook.

i.e., and e.g, PLEASE don't use them interchangeably.
I.E. --In other words
e.g. --for example

HOW OLD ARE YOU, SIX?! YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL THE DIFFERENCE?!

Punctuation

In possessives, the placement of the apostrophe depends on whether the noun that shows possession is singular or plural. Generally, if the noun is singular, the apostrophe goes before the s. The witch's broom. If the noun is plural, the apostrophe goes after the s: The witches' brooms. However, if the word is pluralized without an s, the apostrophe comes before the s: He entered the men's room with an armload of children's clothing.

FOR GOD'S SAKE GO AND REVISE YOUR ELEMENTARY ENGLISH TEXTBOOKS AND STOP FALLING ASLEEP IN ENGLISH CLASS!


P.S. Regarding vocab. Aural and oral; quiet, quit and quite, these are the most common. Aural is pertaining to listening or the ear, while oral refers to using your mouth to talk. Verbal and oral are different too.

I thought I said something about chain letters the day I switched to my new email account.

*Sigh*

The newest one I received was 'Boyfriend/girlfriend...something.'

Which was totally and utterly weird, but you know the saying, curiosity killed the cat. I don't own any cats, thank god, or I'll be in greif when it dies. Anyway, I was intrigued and I couldn't help but open it (to get a good laugh or decide whether it's worthy of being sent to annoy others).

1. Pick your favorite color out of the following: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Purple

Thank god, no pink. I pick blue as it is the colour of serenity, and it's my favourite colour. Besides, I hope to be more calkm and stop shooting my mouth off when I get pissed.

2. Pick your favorite animal out of the following: Cat Dog Fish Snake Parrot Mouse

Dogs. I love dogs. Snakes are interesting when they are friendly, but I don't want to get strangled to death by my pet cobra, thank you. Parrots are intelligent, but we have quite a few in HM already.

3. Pick your desired honeymoon spot: Hawaii New York East Africa Spain Montana

NEW YORK! Technology! Business! Gala dinners! Ahem. Sorry. I'm not a fan of coconuts.

4. Pick your favorite instrument: Violin Piano Electric Guitar Drums

Violin. It's a challenge to get the notes right. I want to learn to play the flute though. It's graceful and mysterious, and can call the inner nature in you.

5. Pick your favorite soft drink: Dr. Pepper Sprite Coca Cola, Pepsi, Mountain Dew.

Coke. Never tasted Dr. Pepper, butit doesn't sound pleasant.Doctors remind me of -shudder- antisceptics and sterile equipment and needles and medicine...

6. Name A. Person Of The Opposite Sex...

Harry Potter. I'm a nerd through and through! But I don't really like him(as a character). He's too rash and stupid and happy-go-lucky.

7. Name A. Person Of The Same Sex...

Wei Qi. She sent the letter to me. Oh yeah, I have to add her.

8. The Time Now...

1:55. Want that in Japanese?

9. Your Age

It's THIRTEEN people, not FIFTEEN. I deny the fact that I look older than my age. Self-denial is an act I indulge in.

HERE ARE THE ANSWERS!

1. Red - Adventurous Orange - Fun Yellow - Sweet Green - Wacky Blue - Romantic Purple - Mysterious

Holy Crap. I'm romantic? Well...I guess...

2. Cat - Feminine Dog - Loving Fish - Boring Snake - Boyish Parrot - Annoying Mouse - Brainy

I'M NOT LOVING. Well, if I'm in a good mood I can be nice, but if you catch me in a bad mood, which occurs everytime during assmbly/mornings/65% of the time, I'm Miss Back-off-before-I-shove-the-pear-of-anguish-up-certain-parts.

3. Hawaii - Romantic New York - Busy East Africa - Curious Spain - Mysterious Montana - Country Girl/Boy

I'm busy. I hate work.

4. Violin - Intellectual Piano - Popular Electric Guitar - Wacky Drums - Wild

YAY intellectual. Piano players, don't hate me but I find piano to be too common. Standing out from the crowd is essential(in a good way of course. I don't mean notorious).

5. Dr. Pepper - Popular Sprite - Wacky Coca Cola - Wild Pepsi - Fun Mountain Dew - Athletic

Wild? *raises eyebrow*

6. That person will have a crush on you after you send this!

(He's fictional. I doubt there are any living Harry Potters around, but I don't want to be crushed on. Such a bother. Yeah, I'll be flattered and all, but I bet he can't stand me *diabolical laughter*)

7. That person will become your enemy if you don't send this!

*Watery eyes* Whhyyy? Just because of something so trival? You broke my heart! It's witheringlike a dying rose, edges once blood-red now devoid of life, black of death seeping in... Ahem..being melodramatic again.

Scrolled down today to find out that the number of views today was 27.

TWENTY-FREAKING SEVEN.

Na- nani? How can this be?!

*mouth drops open comically*

THAT has got to be the highest record ever, aside from yesterday's 60.

Now, if I have this much support for my works in deviantart (which I know realise, albeit regretfully, truly suck)

My juxtaposition for 'Facing demons' looked like it came out of a bad love poem. Cold fire? Sick health? Sure, it's in Shakespeare, but they are used as examples as BAD POETRY.

*soul creeps out silently and snivels like a prune*

Gelid heat was equally bad if you ask me, though I had meant it to be, though the heat was...well, heat, the person feels nothing but coldness because of his/her emotions in turmoil..or something like that.

*sour taste in mouth* Bad poetry. My soul is wounded.

Just realised how anitiisocial I am towards new people. If I'm friends with that person, I'm talkative but if it's someone I don't really know, I just keep silent.

Besides, what to talk about? The floods? The weather? Ourselves? It'll be too awkward.

Urgh. I really need to come up with better ways to express myself and stop using cliches...

Instead of my heart withered like a dying rose, perhaps I can use my heart withered like a, uh, dehydrated naccissus?

It sounds horrible.

http://sammehsweet.deviantart.com/art/Recipe-for-Bad-Poetry-70070433

Welcome to the recepie for bad poetry. I just realised that my rhymes are bloody predictable and it's mostly free verse, which = no meter. Don't ask me what's meter, I don't know how to explain. I wiki-ed it but then it only made me more confused.

P.S. I mentione sestinas in my introductory session. Here's the meaning, if you read my blog, if you don't, well, be puzzled forever.*insert diabolical laugh*

Sestina : A highly structured form of poetry consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy (thirty-nine lines). The end words of the first stanza are repeated in varied order as end words in the other stanzas and also recur in the envoy.

Here's an example,copied shamelessly by a woman called Pam White. I highlighted two of the end-words of the first stanza so you can see what I mean.

The Concord Art Association Regrets
Pam White

Your entry was not accepted. We regret
it wasn't (enough for us), a work of love.
We liked many of the colors on the whole
but the mass was just something unrelated
to the rest of our show. We hope your work
will have a bright future in another place.

We remember last year you tried to place
another photograph and it was also with regret
we turned you down. Though for that particular work
we found nothing about it (no one could) to love.
It was obscure and a little upsetting in relation
to the rest of our show which we look on as a whole.

Now you may think us ungenerous. On the whole
you are probably right, but this is our place
and we can do what we want whether you relate
to it or not. However we don't want you to regret
your association with us. We want you to love
us, send us money, but please, no more work.

You see right now we need money to work
on the building we're in. There's a hole
in the roof and one wall needs all the love
and attention it can get. Really the place
needs so much, which all costs. I regret
to remind you we need more space for related

works. We're trying to expand and relate
to lots of different kinds of work
so different people won't regret
their visit with us but will see the whole
beauty and tranquillity of the place
and come with us, a journey of love

where people of all races, colors, and creeds love
to look and bask and of course bring relations,
friends, and lovers. All are welcome to our place
here where all the world's magnificent work
can be shown in its entirety, the whole
place filled - with your exception, we regret.

We know you'll love the whole
work we're doing for this place.
We can't relate enough our regret.

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Are you an aspiring star blogger? Own a blog, and want to be the best? Bugged your friends for compliments?

Well, though I may fulfill two of the above criteria, I certainly do receive "compliments" through the tagboard.

Ever wanted to look into the deep, dark secrets behind compliments what what people actually mean?

Well, wait no more, for Navierra proudly presents:

The top five compliments/comments you will ever receive

1) Nice blogskin.

This usually means that either you write about things so profound that your readers don't understand, aren't bimbo enough, or you are so smart, the not-so-smart ones, who, unfortunately, make up around 50% of each year's PSLE cohort, (Can't help the fact that I'm one of the top 10%, I admit I use this fact to boost up my ego) aren't simply intuitive enough to understand the wide range of vocabulary you use that goes beyond their own dictionary which consists of words such as "miie" or "luurb" that is, unfortunately, nonexistent in the Cambridge dictionary and is only likely to appear in the dictionary of Horrible English Stupid People with an Annoying Lisp or An Inability to Type Properly use.

Is it a compliment?

I'd say, if you have a lawyer's degree and /or beat the whole secondary one cohort in your secondary school during any examination for English language, or if you've won some speaking competition (excluding speak bad English competition)yes.

Variations: Your blogskin is soo pretty/cute/kawaii *insert any bimbo phrase*

2) Nice blog.

The most simple and common of all compliments, this one can be seen on any tagboard, provided if you have nothing better to do and decide to browse through the archives. However nice and heartwarming it may be for you to hear it, it probably means that that person simply can't be bothered to read your entries and just wants to get off the hook by saying "Nice blog".

Is it a compliment?

Depending on how you look at this type of comment, I guess so. But, if you didn't even bother to design your own blogskin (like me) or create your own website (which is pretty redundant, if you are using blogger or any other blogging website), then I'll say no, it is not a compliment.

Variations: Your blog rocks! This blog is nice.

How to look for it: If someone simply says the above without mentioning a reason, like stating that the entries are meaningful, or agreeing with what you've remarked about the Myanmar situation and the junta's actions, then he/she is definitely guilty.

3) Your rock, kays, darling, Rock on! (or any other variation)

Oh dear. This is an extremely dire situation. If you read carefully, the person sure is crafty enough to leave out complimenting your blog. He/she is trying to tell you ,"You are nice, but your blog stinks."

Is it a compliment?

Well, to you, it is, but to your blog, I'm not very sure.

4) Link me @ XXXXX.blogspot.com

Well, obviously, it is not a compliment. It is just a reminder. Probably you are too lazy to update the links.

Is it a compliment?

Can you read English? Of course it isn't. Duh.

5) Random statement such as, 'tagged'. Or 'I miss you'.

If we are talking about the first statement, it is pretty obvious that you forced that poor person to tag because you felt your blog was going 'stagnant'. The tone suggests a certain unwillingness to be in your blog. Probably you are a very disgusting wannabe blogger, therefore you force your poor friends to make it seem as if your blog has visitors. I miss you suggests that, good for you, someone misses you, but most likely they are coming from friends. This show they care, but can't be bothered to read your blog still.

Is it a compliment?

Definitely not, depending on how you look at it.