Happy? Or not.

I'm writing these ridiculous poems 'cause Wen Juin says that my poems are dark and dreary and ominous and I can't think of any happy poems. So, this is for you.

I like Barney,
He's so funny,
And I like Winnie,
But he likes honey.

Tada. A stupid happy poem with Barney and Winnie and honey. Isn't that just effing nice?  Oh how 'bout this one?

I'm so happy,
The sun is shining,
I'm so carefree,
I am smiling.

Or this one.

I'm happy today,
'Cause it's a summer day,
I listened to a bird,
And was nice to a nerd.

See, I made three poems just for you to brighten up your day. Don't you think I deserve a little something? Maybe a ticket to Italy???

Blood and Lies

Children of darkness, come to me,

And let us dance in this burning sea,

Of lies and secrets so profound,

It drowns the cries of agony, that hellish sound!

Come join me in this ethereal dance,

Where the melody shines like a thousand suns,

Waltz into this dance of blood and lies,

And dance under the Stygian skies.

The angels of death sing and await,

Those who are doomed and their star-crossed fate,

Their voices like honey, a baritone,

Rose to a lament, an anguished moan.

Travelling Nightmare

Here's an announcement: I'm going to Hong Kong this Thursday. Woohoo! Yay! Wheepee-doodle-y! Yippee-ya-ya! NOT!!! Abso-bloody-lutely NOT.

Alright, so some girls might be crazy at the idea of going to HK. I mean, wow, HK= Disneyland, shopping, food or whatever it is people do in that godforsaken city... But hello??? In case you guys haven't noticed, I'm not the Hong Kong type of girl. Here, let me explain why travelling in HK is such a total NIGHTMARE.

1. Hong Kong Disneyland:

Okay first, I am NOT five years old. I'm an N-year-old girl who is not interested in that particular theme park or whatever the heck it is. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney. But I hate life-size replicas of the Disney characters. They're so fake and I hate them. End of story.

2. No peaceful night-time stroll for me:

Won't you look at that? What the heck is that??? Everything is so bloody orange and red and yellow and bright and it hurts my eyes. I hate neon colours. I freakin' hate them. All the billboards and the cars and the lights. God, I loathe the lights. I used to dislike Las Vegas but Hong Kong is like, so much worse.

3. Food:

Excuse me, dim sum? Like I can't get them here. There are a few restaurants from Hong Kong in Penang that probably sells authentic dim sum like Dragon-I. And before you say anything, the airfare to HK is way more expensive than lunch in Dragon-I. Plus, I don't dislike dim sum but I don't particularly like them either. I still very much prefer pasta, salad and cheese. (Which is way healthier, by the way.)

4. History Museum:

I love history and I love museums. But I hate this one. Look at it. It doesn't look like a museum and it doesn't look like it contains history. It's like some shitty modern building built by some shitty architect who thinks his buildings are artistic but they really suck. Boo to Hong Kong's Museum of History.

5. Art Galleries:

Like history and museums, I love art. I love sculptures and paintings and historical buildings and ancient architecture. I love Michaelangelo and da Vinci and Caravaggio. But no way is that thing above an art museum. What kind of freaking art is that? God, oh God. Why has modernization gone so horribly wrong? 

And so, Hong Kong is basically made up of the major things listed above which I obviously abhor. And don't even think about shopping 'cause my dad's gonna disapprove. So, is there any reason at all I should like that horrible city? None. 

Look, I know I probably sound like an ungrateful brat (okay, maybe I am) but I know what I like and dislike and I definitelydislike  loathe HK. But since air tickets are not refundable, I'll just have to endure a week of endless torture. I guess I'll see you guys next week - if I'm still alive. 

P.S. Sorry to all Hong Kong lovers.

Blood Secrets

Ugly scars of the forbidden past,

Lingers on the verge of sanity,

It rises from the midst of filth and dust,

Obscured from the light of clarity.

Thorns of roses crowns her head,

A Venetian mask in her hand,

Droplets of blood so bright and red,

Drips from her spiky band.

From the burning depths of her bloody eyes,

Holds secrets of her murky past,

An ocean of blood would not suffice,

To end her malevolence so deep and vast.