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Hello. You're probably here because I'm avoiding you and you want to know what I'm up to. Well, I'm avoiding you.




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Friday, February 13, 2009 6:13 PM


Oh my my my.

I believe I have reached the zenith of my writing career. You cannot imagine how many freaking poems I've written the past few days, hahahha.

I've written for Condoleeza Rice, John, Dawn, DChong the love of my life, and I've written more sombre ones about grief and death, as well as drought, as inspired from my daily 6am channel newsasia-watching. Refer to the post below and you'll see another one about writer's block. A self-fulfilling prophesy, it is not.

And because I've almost exhausted my use of literary devices and rhyming words, I think I already gave back to my lit teachers all my life's knowledge about lit. My brain cells are seriously only operating on pure inspiration and adrenalin when I feel a poem coming on, they are no longer responding to much logic or reason.

So, after saying so much, this is my first, full-length love poem dedicated to a person whom I adore. (If, my special one, you're reading this, please close the window right now. I don't want to get expelled from school)


Lovesong

Oh Dave!

How you amaze me

You're my lifesaver.

For my chem results are grave.


Although you are so crazy

And somewhat gay

In my heart

You are forever sexy


Even though I hate the way

You say "Van der Valls"

I'll never abandon you

Come what may.


I love your lecture

Everytime I hear your voice

Loudly on the mike

I want to dance like Rapture


You make me want to tell

All my friends

How cool you were

When you poured, on chicken liver, conc HCL


When I see you

I laugh

I smile

I dont even suffer Monday blues


My lit teacher is going to

Say that this is cumulative listing

Done for emphasis

To that I say "IT'S TRUE!"


I'd willingly keep for you

A spot on a certain finger

So perhaps one day, you may

Offer me a box that's baby blue


And then we can give a feast

To celebrate

Our happily-ever-after

Of Beauty and the Beast!!


Anyone in my school will probably know who I'm talking about, and I really think I may jolly well get into trouble for this because from experience, teachers and PRINCIPALS read blogs of students. But AIYAH. If they had any common sense, they'll know it's just hormones. HAHHAHA.