ths ones bout'..nuthin much in fact..l0l.....bt it goes to prove that shinkins was right when he told me id be on the late rebels..nd i do it..dun worry im not goin round dressed in black with tattoos and piercings nd all- ive jus started slackin off..majorly- the shame .. ?
nah i jus dont worry 'bout grades like i used to.. can u imagine? me? the all-conscietious grannie who used to harass you all into studyin more..aite, not quite lyk that but heck i did care...to the extent id b like a steamin kettle 'bout to erupt from the pressure night before the actual test or exams or w/e..thngs chahngeeeeee life moves on...blam di blah. - no dont ask me wher that came from.
finished readin 'never let me go'. chilled the blood in me( which surprisingly, i do have plenty of- despite nearly evryone always askin me whther im made entirely of bones...shcrew em, go take a few more bio lessons..Ha..im bein' mean- dont worry, its onli on the net...mild as a ,,er,,lamb? talcum powder? in real life, any other given day..u know it)
armie might remmeber this- we once saw this korean movie at A-ram's place in grade 9 or 10 ish..it was called, 'my sassy girl' neways ive been tryin ever since then to catch hold of tht but cudn find it newher nd i finalli did- its available online on joox.net...nd imgettin the strangest deja vu feelin like ive already mentioned ths fact on mi blog..wuhever- jus to let u all know, it's DAMN awesome and prolli tying in with 'a walk to remmeebr' for mi favourite movvie spot...realli good, Anddddddd heres the best part- its based on reall life blogs written by ths guy called Kim Ho-sik..anyways do try nd watch it, itll crack u up and teach u a few important lessons along the way.
andddd...well nothing more is up...ther was the Terry Fox day here a while back- liek a canadian national hero.. he was a student at SFU, mi uni ( Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!) had a car crash, got cancer and a leg amputation at 18..and decided to run across Canada for cancer awarness- raise money for charity etc.. he couldnt do it and stopped half way thru due to health complications, and passed away at age 22.... this is why they hav a Terry Fox run day every year, and obv SFU is one of the biggest sponsers of it. newaysssss,, all this crap to basicalli get to this, i was surprised at how many people turned up for it, even those superficial ones.- i wrote a poem bout this years' terry fox run. and yeh it seems a little heartless and prolli shows me in a wary, insensitive light if nothing else..bt heck we've been thru weirder crap and i knw ur not gnna sever ties with me cuz of ths..so im safe- lol..
here goes;-
their lives are pivoted round blurs of
monotonous trends, monotony of friends,
the mall their
inflamer, their extinguisher,
and of all these
unsubstantial lives,
a single day spent running
for terry fox
fulfills their
debt to humanity.
miraculously makes them
human.
monotonous trends, monotony of friends,
the mall their
inflamer, their extinguisher,
and of all these
unsubstantial lives,
a single day spent running
for terry fox
fulfills their
debt to humanity.
miraculously makes them
human.
well that was..er..that....hm- im gna put this other one upto- give u guys a whole dose of mi..poetic inspirations- or lack thereof-
ths one is based on how the net's become mi escape zone- i go online, talk to people abt random stuff , rant wutever..nd turn back to reality with a fake lil smile...i wrote ths round the time when id been havin a lil trouble with mi uncle- u all knw abt that....i actualli wrote it right aftr id talked for a while with this chizzat friend- bt it can apply to u guys too..
ps- thers a part abt life bein hell in ther- it AINT like tht nemore..poetry jus makes thngs seem sadder, ill explain after.
ur a stranger- emo and lame
but we're both stuck in a terrible game.
toughing it out; pretending we're fine
behind the curtains, we're hanging by a line
wound round our necks, it chokes but we
laugh and just talk about cookies
and pretzels, and silly things
we put aside our misgivings
and laugh it off, and act cool
ur the drama, im the fool
and once our silly rants are done,
turn back to reality, our masquerades begun
our smiles erased, return to hell
and crawl back inside our shell.
but we're both stuck in a terrible game.
toughing it out; pretending we're fine
behind the curtains, we're hanging by a line
wound round our necks, it chokes but we
laugh and just talk about cookies
and pretzels, and silly things
we put aside our misgivings
and laugh it off, and act cool
ur the drama, im the fool
and once our silly rants are done,
turn back to reality, our masquerades begun
our smiles erased, return to hell
and crawl back inside our shell.
aite enuf bitterness ya'all...ha- yeh im highly prejudiced gainst fake ppl, as the first peom prollli said...nd highly inspired by masks and fake faces, as learnt from TS Elliot's Preludes we did in high school.- u know me..lol
no the thing is its easier to write abt anger nd hatred than happiness.- for me atleast..u cant describe the feeling a street full of red leafed trees gives u, or the squirmy thng in the pit of ur tummy when sumone gives u a compliment- or the slight weighty lil ache in ur heart when u see a grey blue sky raining down- or how u erupt into smiles when u see a small chubby chinese baby on the train laughin so hard his eyes are slits ad all u see r big pink balls of his cheeks...yeh- here i go bein mush- bt these r hapy feelings- nd i cnt make poetry of em yet...mayb i will..one day.
its not apparently impossible- this next one ( its the last one i promise!) is written by a frnd from GYLC- called dorothy wagner..as ull see, shes amazingly talented, and highly ignorant of the fact..shes beautiful too, in a very oriental way, and in a long distance relationship with a guy she met at GYLC. this poems about him loving her, and i think its a work of art.
13
I am nothing but an ordinary stone statue
Whom you endlessly try to coat with melted pure gold
(I may not be completely tangible without you
For your arms protect me from all hazards I behold)
I am not quite blessed with anything but living breath
That I attempt to bring the best out of and survive
(Yet you are there to take away those objects I dread)
Even if often unrequited, for me you strive)
I am composed of flaws, and faults, and imperfections
Splashed with tears and decked with pain, enough of which to bleed
(A stereotype of the world and all its nations
Although you do know that, you never seem to take heed)
I am a speck of dust in the face of universe
What the skies refer to as a vernacular scene
(I do not understand, you chose to be doomed and cursed
It is I you love; me with which your life shall begin
yeh shes far far better than i am- anyways, so there it is, fakeness, and daily struggles and masks and love all in one day.. Woah. talk about major emo-ness,,,ha, nah im jus a typical teen..
neways, guess im goin to end this now- got to study- the last 2 hours were spent sittin down quietly answerin mi uncle's questions- he came in for a lil chit chat cuz mi aunts not round, obv.
dont worry, he hasnt gotten physical in 3 weeks now-which is good.
nuthin much more to write- i knw u guys r dead busy with ur work ( hint hint rima nd armie if u evr read this) bt drop in a lil msg abt whuts up nd all occasionalli- it makes mi day..realli realli.
come to think, ill go and write a poem abt tht..l0l
take care all,
xoxoxo.
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