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poetry fills all voids Heh, heh, heh. Obviously I have nothing better to do right now. Hmm. I've been thinking about something. It's neither deep nor meaningful. Probably a little cruel. There's this guy in my school, same year as me, also Arts stream. Kinda know him a little. Yeah. He seems like the frivolous type, that won't take a girl asking him out as something more than just wanting to have a nice time. He's pretty laid-back so yeah, I think it would be fun if we hung out a little, but with absolutely no strings attached. I don't know, just kinda need to relax and live a little right now. Oh shit, I forgot, I got the damn Chinese A Level exam in November. Well, maybe after that. He's pretty cute. And he apparently writes English verses. I bet they all rhyme though. Guys who write English things usually rhyme them. And I'm not very fond of rhyming poetry. Okay, there was something that I wanted to say. What the hell was it? Oh yes. I went to town today, bought two poetry books. One by Allen Ginsberg (aka, to me, Jim Carroll's mate), and the other by e.e. cummings. Cummings fucking shocked and astounded me. I ain't kidding. I thought he was one of those bloody boring English farts that lived in the Victorian era or something but no, he epitomises the meaning of free form poetry. I bought his "95 Poems" and the very first poem, consisting of just four words, really, really amazed me. I was so bloody awestruck that I just knew I gotta have the book. Ginsberg's poetry is a little strange but I was flipping through the book, "Death and Fame", I think, his last collection, and I came across this piece entitled "Gone Gone Gone", which is seriously intriguing stuff so I took it, walked away and didn't look back. I also bought Charlotte Perkins Gilman's collection of fiction. I kinda need to read "Herland" for Literature Paper 4 and it's cheaper than the novel I saw at Kinokuniya and it has "The Yellow Wallpaper" so I just bought it. Acutally, I should say that my mom bought all three books for me and they totalled to about S$71. She was quite reluctant about it but I think when she thought about the prospect of me winning the Angus Ross or whatever, the best A Level literature script out of the UK, she um, gave in. Well, not like I'd win that but yeah, what the hell. I seriously need to improve on my writing. My essay for my paper 8 exam, the unseen, was ultra shit. I don't seem to know any other words that express the same meaning as 'convey' besides 'convey'. It's tres pathetic. You know, I think we should all swear a little sometimes. Really helps to relieve stress. The New Kid doesn't swear and that's probably why he's so serious about relationships. I think the awkwardness between us is making me say all these untruthful shit about him. But I truly believe myself when I say, "There is no true love. Only true lust." If only we can all believe in that as well.
before sunrise // before sunset
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