Well maybe not to Tokyo... I don't really like Tokyo, it's too city-ish.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Happy Belated Birthday, CY
Mists over the
Water, thick with fish
In silver scales.
And in the night they
Peel off their skin
So that it floats - glinting, glimmering
Like ersatz gems.
But the doppelgangers lurk behind
Shadows and wait
For their argentate scales -
Unbeknownst to them
As they dance in lollops
In a drunken haze.
P.S. Sorry, was busy yesterday.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
8 Reasons I Love Tea
1. Tea makes the world a better place.
2. Drinking tea is bloody vintage.
3. Everything about it is pretty: the box, the packet, the teacups, even the tea leaves.
4. Tea helps us lose weight.
5. It de-stresses too.
6. It's healthy.
7. It tastes good.
8. There's just something elegant about tea.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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.
=)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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
Monday, January 24, 2011
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