Today was April's fool. Silly girl.

Four poems, each a lie.

((words are like ethanol.
teasingly so-
and then once they're done flirting with you,
they go away.
evaporate, leaving no traces behind-
not at all.))

and in the end
we're all april's fool.
trapped in the summer heat-(or is it spring,autumn, winter)
jumping around in imaginary seasons
that put a slight spring (spring!) to our steps
and yet the heat presses down on us again.

time gently accentuates our features-
painting blemishes and little etchings over
our faces and
arms and
beautiful varicose legs and
our whitened--frizzy hair.

and in the end
we're nothing but white
white bones that break and
creak under
pressure of gravity.
-and under ground too-

Tumblr is traumatising.

Facebook is scary. People see all of you.

Wordpress is boring.

I like blogger.
Nice, safe, pretty, friendly blogger.
:D
I like blogger.
Even though tumblr has gotten my attention for a while--
Blogger is safe, nice and ORANGE :D
Orange is a nice, friendly colour. It's pretty and eye-catching.
I like blogger. <3

http://letmedreamofpotatoes.tumblr.com/

http://waffle-nom-buddy.tumblr.com/

tumblr is pretty too.

Please don't mind me. I'm just a little, ignorant teenager who doesn't know anything.

Please.
Leave if you can't bear my sarcasm.
Leave before it's too late.
Leave before you get agitated because of something I wrote.
Leave now.
I have warned you.

I've always thought of blogger as the land of the sane people.

A poem about Mary-Sues. From the "Inspiration" drawer.

It's been long since I've done anything productive.

So there. I shall pick out something from my "!nspiration" box aaaannnddddd.

._____________.

WHUT.

Conditions:

• write a poem
• about Mary-Sues
• Genre is fantasy
• There must be no sarcasm
• Use these words: "stickers" and "crab"

O.O

Do I have to?

Mary-Sue 

Mary-Sue, Mary-Sue,

all stickers and all lovely beaus.

Shall we eat steak, I moo'ed.

But fluffy ponies are so beautiful, too!

This poem makes no sense,

Oh but Mary-Sue's great at defense

Even though she's not worth ten cents--

On a totally random topic, whales jump over fences.

Mary-Sue, Mary-Sue, 

Oh how you do burn, ravishing like ponies too!

Tell me how you avoid crabs, please do.

And sip some tea while I boo!

Conclusions are always so hefty,

Even as Mary-Sue judges so fairly,

Eating a cheescake with some berries,

I'm suspecting my mind's sanity.

~END~

THAT BURNS.

IT WAS HORRIBLE.

WHY DID I EVEN WRITE THOSE CONDITIONS?

YAY I AM SUGAR HIGH

Decided to do stretching in the middle of the night.

I FEEL SO AWESOME NOW.

All those people I have thought of as normal...

well, let's just say most of them were insane to begin with.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE NORMAL!"

Of course, I have a sane and matured side too.

It just... it just never comes out.

We're marchin' on!

Our first--well, it's not actually official--CCA session without the sec 4s.

WE NEEDED THEIR HELP.

Okay, maybe not.

But as we removed the exhibition, it felt like...

it felt as though the sec4 seniors should have been there too. Like, witnessing the 'birth' and 'death' of their last exhibition... It was rather sad. I mean, that was our nicest exhibition yet D:

And they removed it D:

IT WAS AWESOME. IT SHOULD HAVE STAYED THERE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER.

I SHALL TYPE IN CAPS BECAUSE I LIKE THE WAY THE WORDS LOOK! :D

BUT ANYWAY.

TOMORROW'S THE FUNFAIR, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING, BUT I'M... WELL, GOING TO SCHOOL LATER THAN USUAL.

WHEEEEE. IT'S ANOTHER RED-AND-WHITE BE YOURSELF DAY.

HOW FUN~! :D

WE'RE GOING TO SELL CHEESE FRIES AND HOT DOGS. 

I THINK I'LL STICK TO THE ES CCA BOOTH BECAUSE I AM 无家可归 XD

BELOW: NYES SPRING AND WINTER VERSION. I DON'T DARE TO POST IT ON FACEBOOK.

WINTER IS, ADMITTEDLY NICER. BUT STILL...

WHAT ABOUT AUTUMN AND SUMMER? I'M KINDA STUCK.

LIKE, HOW DO I EVEN DRAW THE FRIGGIN AUTUMN LEAF?

I THINK I'LL NEED TO USE PHOTOSHOP INSTEAD OF MURO FOR THIS.

SUMMER...

OH YES I HAVE AN IDEA

WHEEEEEEEEE~

LET'S HOPE IT WILL WORK.

THEN AUTUMN FOR THE LASTTTTTT~

YAYYAY

WISH ME LUCK.

...

NO, DON'T.

YOU'D BE WASTING IT.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OKAY I SHALL EMBARK ON A JOURNEY TO DESIGN ANOTHER ONE.

SUMMER. IN PROGRESS.

*Edit: NYES--Summer is the only one (yet) to require a shitty blueprint. =.=

I can't help but cry.

Pent-up frustration banging against the doors.

I'm laughing at how innocent you look.

I don't even.

I don't.

I can't.

I don't even know.

I can't.

Not anymore.