FUCKING AWESOME!

YES YES YES YES YES

(I know I sound like I'm experiencing an orgasm here, but I really am. Writer's euphoria! Yes yes yes yes yes OMIGOD! KYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!)

LIKE, YAY! I amk so frigging happy I sound incoherent from bliss.

Lookie at the surpirse I found in my email!

Hi Chanel, This is Kai Chai, the co-editor of the Merlion anthology. We are launching the anthology, Reflecting On The Merlion, at the Singapore Writers Festival. The Merlion debate, which includes speakers such as Alfian Sa'at, Ovidia Yu, Ng Yi-Sheng and Alvin Pang, will follow the book launch. As 'Merlion' is included in the anthology, we would like you to read your poem at the launch. Would you be able to make it? The event will be held at November 1 (Sunday), 5-7pm, at the Chamber in the Arts House. Kai Chai.

Is this not frigging awesome?

I myself was surpirsed at it, and proceeded to get a big, shit-eating grin on my face, ecven though I am screaming my head off like a deranged fangirl in my heart, squealing and letting crazed laughter swing through the bars of my ribcage like monkeys on crack.

(Holy crap I am poetic even when deliriously happy!)

You know why I was surprised?

THAT'S BECAUSE I DIDN'T SPEND ANY EFFORT INTO WRITING THAT POEM.

(Actually, it's not a poem, but a 100-word drabble).

The night before the dateline, I was in a tizzy. I had to submit two pieces as part of CAP homework, and I have only finished one prose piece, of which I was relatively satisfied with. The subjects of the two pieces must be 'home' and 'merlion'.

It is pretty much obvious which one I finished writing first right? Obviously it was 'home'. What else can you write about an ugly, white mammoth who got struck by lightning? Okay fine it isn't a mammoth (dunno whether it gives birth, but I suppose it has hair because the top part if furry and all).

I was panicking, running around in circles like a headless chicken, and typing crazed messages to my MSN contacts, or those unfortunate enough to want to talk to me then.

Why wasn't I writing, you ask?

Ah. Well...I am the king of one nation known as PROCRASTInation, and even as the deadline draws near, I was still being my lazy, indolent self and doing completely useless things like panicking, messaging and reading. Anything but writing.

But I decided, okay, no use panicking.I might as well bite the lion in the head and start writing, because I was horrendously late, rushing to back up everything on a CD-rom and filling in my particulars for mentorship, juggling between tests and managing the internal affairs of PROCRASTInation. What the fuck, I thought. Just anyhow write lor, mei you shi jian liao!

I wrote some quasi-romantic crap, and being inspiration-less, decided to limit it to 100 words drabble. Gave it a title, and called it 'a piece of homework'. There. I had doen my duty.

Exhauted due to m overly brilliant machinations, I fell asleep contentedly and assumed I would never get into Mentorship, unless pigs flew.

Well, you know what happened to Mentorship. I got in.

Somehow the pigs weren't flying.

Just as I thought my luck is running out, I got this message.

YES. OH MY GOD YES FUCKING YES.

HAPPY~!

But I still think my writing is crap. Exams kill creativity, and excrete it out of some mighty bladder like creatinine and urea and uric acid and excess mineral salts and water.

WAHAHA THIS IS AWESOME MAN I GET TO READ MY POEM! YAY! SINGAPORE WRITER'S FESTIVAL! I can officially declare myself as a writer now!

Eat my dust, those who criticised me! Eat. My. Dust!

Okay now that the euphoria has worn off slightly and I have decreased my acceleration off Earth's surface, I know I cannot be proud just because of one insignificant achievement. This will spur me on to do better and scale more heights in my writing! I shall try my best to conquer all difficulties!

Oh. And another reason why I am so happy:

The fella who wrote the poem for the Unseen section of the EOY's lit paper is there! I can then ask him in person what the hell he means by his poem, 'Cardboard'. And of course, ask him questions like what is his inspiration for writing, and the infamous poem, 'Singapore, you are not my country'.

Awefriggingsome.

I shall bring along my E lit EOY paper and cleverly hide my results, before asking him to autograph my paper at the Parent's Signature space.

=D

Will post Alfian Sa'at's poem, Singapore, you are not my country on the next post.