How To Have A Lovely Day:

How To Have A Lovely Day:

1. On the air-conditioner to the lowest, cover up with a huge comforter and wallow in bed.
2. Wear something that makes you feel good about yourself.
3.  Read a book in the garden.
4. Smile and hum to yourself.
5. Drink tea.
6. Watch a good film.
7. Bake for yourself. Or someone else.
8. Listen to good music.
9. Dessert!!!
10. Hug someone.

=)

Nature

Nature

PLEASE READ Note: And so for the first time ever in 5 years, my class was asked to write a poem by our English teacher. And even though the title is 'Nature', which I think totally ruins everything poetic, I still get to write a freakin' poem for school!!! =) Oh yes, would you guys please read and tell me how it is before I submit to the teacher? I want my first submitted poem to be perfect. (And yes, I did copy a few lines from my previous poems.)

The moon hangs herself
Silvery innards spill across the Stygian night;
While She dances, adroit limbs moving
Soundlessly among the woods.

She breathes - a silent hiss that
Snakes between the contours of the hills,
Where the nightingale laments his love
In a soporific lullaby, so dolefully that

She cried, tears falling like a string of pearls
Onto the flower petals and the gossamer silk of webs
As an ephemeral gem; only to
Disappear as the sun rises.

But then the wind worked up a tempest,
Scooping Her up in it, and our
Mother has gone with the amalgam of pine seeds
That would soon resurrect.

It's Unnerving

It's Unnerving

how I can be addicted to so many things at all times. 

I'm currently addicted to these:

1. GLEE (of all things)
2. Tumblr, still.
3. Cory Monteith
4. Quotes T-shirt
5. Marie Antoinette
6. Accessories
7. Shopping
8. Katie Melua
9. Pablo Neruda
10. Dresses

PIZZA please

PIZZA please

And yes, I was craving it since 2 weeks ago.

Madama Butterfly

This is my favourite opera written by the incredibly talented Giacomo Puccini:

Butterfly: Japanese woman. Wife of Pinkerton.

Pinkerton: American man. Husband of Butterfly.

Suzuki: Maid of Butterfly.

Act 1

4. Amore o grillo ("Love or fancy")
"I must have her. Even if I injure her butterfly wings."


13. Bimba, Bimba, non piangere ("Sweetheart, sweetheart, do not weep")
"All your relatives and all the priests in Japan are not worth the tears from your loving, beautiful eyes."


14. Bimba dagli occhi ("Sweetheart, with eyes...")
Pinkerton admires the beautiful Butterfly and tells her, "you have not yet told me that you love me." Butterfly replies that she does not want to say the words, "for fear of dying at hearing them!"


15. Vogliatemi bene ("Love me, please.")
Butterfly pleads with Pinkerton to "Love me, please." She asks whether it is true that, in foreign lands, a man will catch a butterfly and pin its wings to a table. Pinkerton admits that it is true but explains, "Do you know why? So that she’ll not fly away."


Act 2
16. E Izaghi e Izanami ("And Izanagi and Izanami")
Suzuki kneels in front of a Buddha, praying that Butterfly will stop crying. Butterfly hears and tells her that the Japanese gods are fat and lazy, and that the American God will answer quickly, if only he knows where they are living.


22. Ah! M’ha scordata? ("Ah! He has forgotten me?")
 "that trade which leads to dishonor. Death! Death! Never more to dance! Rather would I cut short my life! Ah! Death!"


Act 3
34. Con onor muore ("To die with honor")
Butterfly reads the inscription on her father’s knife: "Who cannot live with honor must die with honor." Butterfly’s child enters, but Suzuki does not. Butterfly tells her child not to feel sorrow for his mother’s desertion but to keep a faint memory of his mother’s face. She bids him farewell, seats him on the floor and blindfolds him gently. She gives him a miniature American flag to wave in greeting to his father, which he does, blindfolded, throughout the following action. Butterfly takes the knife and walks behind the screen. The knife clatters to the floor as Butterfly staggers from behind the screen with a scarf around her neck. She kisses her child and collapses. From outside, Pinkerton cries, "Butterfly!" and rushes in - but it is too late. Butterfly is dead.

Drowning on Dry Land

Drowning on Dry Land

Locked in crystal vials
Are the viridian lakes, shimmering
In and out of sight
By glare of gorgon's eyes.

Air tilts into my mouth and
Suffocates me, but still
I emerge, spluttering and
Very much alive

To see the last
Of the snowflakes
Touching and melting -
Nowhere.

But through the coldest of winter days,
I loll
In my behemothic sleep.

Octa Manor

Octa Manor

Hmm you know what? I think that living there would be plain awesome. Right there in the middle:

Reasons To Live There:

1. When people ask me 'where do you live', I can actually say "on top of a giant octopus,duh" instead of some boring old place.

2. Imagine swimming in there. Super. Look at the water! Look at how deep it is. Oh my God, it's a dream come true.

3. Maybe the Pirates of the Caribbean crew will shoot their next film here and I get to see (holyshit) Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp. And maybe invite them over to my house. And we'll sit on my comfy couch sipping tea like English people with our pinkies up. Hoola.

4. It's soooooo pretty. Picture perfect.

5. I live on a freakin' OCTOPUS. =)

Woots.

Right Now, I Just Crave Pizza

Right Now, I Just Crave Pizza

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions

Hello dearies, happy new year to all of you. And extra happy new year to myself since I'll really really need it this year.

Anyway, my brother and I were fighting over a glass of vodka when 2010 turns into 2011. Yes well, I was fighting for the vodka, obviously; but he was fighting for the Spritein the vodka since we mixed it up. So yeah, great way to start a whole new year: fighting over vodka.

Okay, New Year Resolutions:
1. Study harder
2. Exercise, you lazy asshole
3. Work on terrible temper. No scratch that. It's good to release heat for a while.
4. Do not shop. Excessively. Unless. No exceptions.
5. Improve English. By means other than reading fiction all day.