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Chronicles of Flumdiddle

2012-02-13T17:44:00.002-05:00

So I'm taking a really fun experimental writing class, and the first day my teacher had us pick out 3 postcards and write something based off them.

What I got:
a poetry magazine ad with the name Hix and a banana on it
a postcard for an album called "East of Flumdiddle"
a postcard with a panther and panther facts

What I did with it:

Hix from East of Flumdiddle
was a Panther who loved to solve riddles.
He was smarter than any bard,
so no problem was too hard
for that clever panther of Flumdiddle.

But then there came a day
when one fruit's question left him with nothing to say
"What is smaller than a blade of grass,
but with ultimate power and class?"
Hix didn't even have a hunch
so he ate the banana for lunch.

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This was fun to write. I enjoy random out-of-the-box writings. It started off as just a semi-almost-a-limerick and then just ended up as a silly poem.
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Then for homework we had to take whatever we wrote and change it into a different form of writing. I did a poem, so I turned into a piece of fiction:

Date: 13th of Flum
Location: Private Office

The name is Hix. Hix Panthorus. I'm a P.I.-- Panther Investigator, and I work in the Riddle Division. Ya know, solvin' riddles and whatnot. You've got a word problem? A question with no clear answer? I'm the on you come to.

Ya see, I'm the smartest cat in town. My mind's a sharp as my claws. There ain't no problem I can't solve. Remember that Humpty Egg fella? I put him back together.

Eeeeyup. I', the cleverest feline in this here kingdom of Flumdiddle and always will be. Wanna know why? Because I ain't just got book smarts, I got them street smarts too.

Let me give you an example.

One day, I was mindin' my own business here in the office, when this fruit came in. A real beauty of a dame as far as that part of the food pyramid is concerned. She was a banana. Smooth yellow skin, with a long slender body. Looked delicious.

Now, this banana, she came to me with a seemingly simple question.

"What is smaller than a blade of grass, but with ultimate power and class?" she asked.

I'm going to be honest with you. At first I thought I had the answer in the bag, but then the more I thought about it the less sure i got. I had no idea what this gal wanted me to say. I mean what kinda question is that? "Smaller than a blade of grass..."

So then I had a dilemma of my own. I couldn't let some floozy of a fruit go around and ruin my rep when I couldn't answer her question!

So you know what I did?

I ate her.

She was tasty as she looked, and rich in potassium too.

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I seriously hope you read that in a ridiculously stereotypical 1920s Private Eye/ Detective voice. If you didn't, go back and read it again... out loud this time.

I really like writing this as a detective story, I think I might write some more like these later.

ATTACK OF THE DRAWINGS

2012-01-11T10:47:00.000-05:00

Here's some drawings for you to look at :D

This is a sketch I was working on before I got lazy and stopped drawing for a bit. I was planning a Pleasantly Sour story in which I was going to introduce the Seven Heavenly Virtues. This is Wrath and her virtuous counterpart Patience. The scanner cut off parts of it : p

The Kitten Pirates RETURN~!! I love drawing these two characters, but I just realized I don't think I ever named them... I'm thinking Lyra and Kyra. I think at some point I'm going to gather all the drawings I have of them and put them in a post, just so I can have everything together and see how they have developed overtime :3 Also, I plan on coloring this!

I like how this one came out. In my mind this is a humanoid Applejack riding what was going to be Big Macintosh but is probably going to end up being Braeburn, depends on whether I want to color the horse red or not >_>. ((BTW those are all characters from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic <3 which is a really amusing show haha)) Or it can just be a kick butt cowgirl escaping from some baddies ;D. Whichever. Also to be colored soon.

An astronaut dude. That is all.

Sketch of a RP character I created. Her name is Miho Kuro Akuma, she's an alien princess from a race called the HoshiAkuma. She's fiesty.

<3 A cute wolf and a kitten sleeping. <3

This one is really, really cool in real life. :3 Space girl planet-hopping!

Drew this yesterday on the train to Boston. It looks even better than this scanned version xD

My friend Esther~! You should go look at her blog. Just click her name ;D

-cough- No thing to see here -cough- Just a nauseatingly cutesy sappy drawing I made of me and my boyfriend Alex... Eeeyuup. Go on now. Shoo!

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Okay so that's just some sketches and drawings. You'll probably see a few of them again after I color them in. And when I get back to UMASS Amherst, I'm going to try and photograph some really big pieces I made for an art class I took. last semester.

Break Down

2012-01-11T08:26:00.001-05:00

I don't need anyone

to see me break down.

No one needs to watch as

my tears flow to the ground.

I want to live my life

without making a sound.

I have gone and lost myself

and I don’t want to be found.

My heart has been

hidden, tied and bound.

Now all there is left for me

is to let go and simply drown.

Drown.

Drown in my own sorrow-filled tears.

Drown in the memories of my lost years.

Drown in my fears. Drown in my fears.

There isn’t enough

euphoria to go around.

Someone’s always cast aside,

lost in grief, but unable to frown.

I don't need anyone

to see me break down.

No one needs to watch as

my tears flow to the ground.

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This is the result from one of those poem fragments I posted a while back :)
Sorry for my long hiatus by the way, I'm back though! And I'm have a lot of stuff piled up to post, including some drawings!! I haven't posted art in a long time.

Girl With Stars In Her Pockets

2011-12-25T02:52:00.000-05:00

I know a girl withstars in her pockets. They are small, like her fingernails. They are made ofpaper, like my dreams. Each one is unique. She tells me they hold the secretsto different worlds. That with them, she can travel to new lands far, far awayfrom here. Her stars are very powerful, which is why she keeps them safe in herjacket pockets. Safe in her pockets, where no one can unravel them, and destroya universe or two.

One day, I’m going to steal her stars so they can’t stealher from me.

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This is prose poem is actually a sort of summary/ synopsis for a story idea I have and have been wanting to write. I attempt to start writing the story for NaNoWriMo but...

A Plea Against Serenity

2011-12-25T02:48:00.003-05:00

Serenityis only for

Thosewho don’t have a care in the world.

Sheis welcome by

Thosethat see no wrong to letting

Lifego on as it does now—

Flawedand cruel.

Youmay envy Serenity’s children

Andtheir naïve ignorance,

ButI do not.

Isay let them have their peace…

Justas long as they keep it to themselves.

I’veno use for it.

Serenityis not for me.

I,who prefer

tostand tall with all

myworries. Because they

arewhat have kept me

going,going, going, going

-surviving-

allthis time.

Ifpeace of mind means

Imust forget

Allthe starving children living in the bloody streets,

Allthe broken hearted souls left behind in a dark corner,

Allthe wrongs that stain this world…

Then,instead,

Giveme War!

Achance to fight back against the status quo.

Giveme Revolution!

Achance to bring change to this rotting society.

Giveme Vengeance!

Achance to amend the errors of humanity.

Serenity.

Iwill vanquish you, and cast you out from these lands.

Notbecause I despise you, but because

I dream of you.

Serenity,

Iwill vanquish you.

Sothat later you may return

Toa world that has truly earned you.

Butuntil that time comes,

Iwill never end my crusade against you.

Iwill never succumb to you,

BeautifulSerenity.

Day and Night

2011-12-25T02:40:00.000-05:00

Glitter falls to the floor slowly

- a dream floating in the midday air-

an idea flying in the cool breeze.

Motherand daughter awake

-theirmidnight adventure begins-

thetime of fairytales is now.

Gently, the sparkle finds its place

by the window and lays among the dust

catching stray sunbeams.

Overa fence and underneath tables,

pastthe cabins and into the woods-

Amemory in the making.

A sparkle in the dark never glimmers

but in the light it reflects andrefracts

reality into fantasy.

Atale is told in the darkness,

toldfrom mother to daughter,

blessedonly by the moon and stars.

The Day, The Night,

They are things of beauty.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of wonder.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of magic.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of life.

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Confession: I don't like the ending very much >_>
I think I need to go on with this, make it longer and change the ending. Yeah.

The Hesitant Astronaut

2011-12-25T02:37:00.000-05:00

I was told

That the sky wasthe limit

But I that shouldreach for the stars

Because if Ifailed at least

I would land on the moon.

I was told

To wish upon ashooting star

And to keep myeyes turned skyward

Because space wasthe last frontier

And one day Iwould reach it.

I was told. I wastold.

And there was atime that I believed

All those clichésand half assed comments.

I’m not so sure anymore.

Because there isstill so much I have not

Seen right hereon the ground.

Space is themistress that

I used to dreamof…

But

I have foundpleasures here on Earth

That she couldnever gift me.

Once upon a time

I would havegiven anything

To leave thisatmosphere

But today Ifinally see

That I’d muchrather stay here.

Where I canadmire the stars from afar

And have the onesI love by my side.

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Had to write a poem for Creative Writing class titled "The Hesitant Astronaut".
It's alright x3 I got to use cliches again ;D~!

postpostpostpostpostpostpost

2011-12-25T02:35:00.002-05:00

RAWR.

I feel like posting a whole bunch of poems I've been meaning to put up but haven't.

So yeah.

READY. SET. GO

Speaking of Stream-of-Consciousness ...

2011-12-24T21:55:00.000-05:00

Stream-of-Consciousness

Why is my mind soscattered these days?

Ican’t concentrate

Ican’t even think

becauseevery time I stop

youshow up in the back of my mind

andall my focus flows to you.

Ithink of that day we first met

bothtoo shy to say much

but you laughed at my jokes

andI laughed at yours

andthat day you first opened

up to me after a long joyful night

youtold me your secrets

andI told you mine

itseems that

nothingelse matters

anymore

youare all I need

Iwant to laugh and cry and hold you tight

Ijust need to be by your side

you’ve stolen my life

andI don’t even want it back

Ihate that I love you

Ilove you I love you

Ilove you.

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Since I'm revealing the secrets of my process ;) , here's what this poem looked like once upon a time:

Rough draft:

Why is my mind soscattered these days?

I can’tconcentrate

I can’t eventhink

Because everytime I stop

You show up inthe back of my mind

And you laugh andyou cry and you hold me tight

And all my focusflows to you.

Nothing elsematters.

I love you I loveyou

I hate that I love you

Because you’vestolen my life

And I won’t everyget it back.

I don’t even wantit.

All I want is tobe by your side

So I can laughand cry and hold you tight.

You are all Ineed.

Nothing elsematters.

The run-ons of lies, dreams and fantasies

2011-12-24T21:23:00.000-05:00

Oh look, another random post on how I write stuff! :D I'm pretty sure I do those more for my benefit than anyone else's. Helps me straighten out my mind, haha.

Anyways, sometimes I like to just sit down and write whatever comes to mind. Stream-of-consciousness style. ;3 Usually what I get out of it is a never-ending flow of sentences that sound cool individually but ridiculous when put together. Like the poem-thing below. There are many parts of it that I like, a lot, but then I read it all at once... and... well... it's not the best thing ever.

What will most likely come of this is me stealing random bits from this and making them their own piece.

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To say that I didn’t need you

Would be lying to you.

To say that I didn’t want you

Would be lying to myself.

But the truth leaves me speechless

I don't know what to say anymore.

My mind has stopped- frozen-

I am frozen in this moment

Of utter bliss.

…

I hope.

I hope it's never-ending

This feeling that has made me

Its ever willing prisoner.

Oh yes!

I can’t help but wish and dream

That it won’t ever- Ah! A Dream.

This must be a dream.

That would explain everything.

It would explain

Why I can’t stop smiling day and night

Why I can’t stop grinning like a fool

Why I can’t stop thinking about you

Why I can’t stop rambling on and on

Why.

I .

Can’t.

Stop.

Loving.

Every.

Phrase.

That.

Am.

With.

You.

And .

Hating.

Every.

Sentence.

We.

Are.

Apart.

…

Indeed, this is a fantasy, is it not?

It has all the perfect moments to make it so.

A stroke of serendipity bestowed upon me

While I lay awake pretending to slumber.

Perhaps this means

The stars of my mind have finally decided

I am worthy of reward—

That.

That is why they are shining so brightly,

Guiding me straight to you

By outshining the sun itself.

Surely, nothing else explains this.

I have escaped reality finally

And you were my portal- my escape.

…

I wonder.

Is pretending this is a lovely dream

Lying to the both of us?

If so it’s a beautiful lie

and one I’m willing to keep up,

But only until the day

The truth overcomes the fantasy.

Because when that day comes

I will let go of the hold I have on this dream

And gladly fall into reality’s arms.

Lies may be sweet and comforting,

But

honest love

can never be conquered.

Until then,

I will willingly live among these

lies, dreams and fantasies.

Story-making

2011-12-23T20:19:00.002-05:00

Take my hand andwe’ll go on an adventure.

Time to travel toa brand new dimension.

Pirates and cowboysand robots, oh my!

Hide in theshadows and play I spy.

Over the rainbowand under a troll bridge,

The portal toNarnia’s hidden in my fridge.

Let’s fightmonsters and save the princess,

Like superheroesanswering calls of distress.

Are you readyto go on an epic quest

To find agold-filled treasure chest?

Dance at the Witches’All Hallows Eve ball

And cast magic spellsmeant to enthrall.

We’ll battledragons to prove our might,

Then explore thewonders of the night.

Discover a fairyworld within every tree

And mermaidutopias underneath the sea.

That’s how itgoes in storybooks,

Where nothing isquite what it looks.

The beautiful maybe wicked hearted

But true loverscan never be parted.

Together we canbe our own fairytale

Because if webelieve, we will never fail.

You and I are thenext legend

Our myth will betold until The End.

So, come with meand let’s go explore

this magic world,and be together evermore.

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I've been working on this for three days :3 Hope you like it, I'm pretty happy with it. For once. xD

Just a quick post

2011-12-20T21:10:00.000-05:00

I love looking through my notebooks. I always find little stanzas and phrases of things I started but never finished. Usually I stop them because I lose inspiration, but when I look back again I get new ideas. It's also really fun to wonder what I was thinking when I started writing them. I just found these:

I don't need anyone

to see me break down.

No one needs to watch

my tears flow to the ground.

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Pleasure is a fickle mistress

sometimes she comes so easily

and delights you with her gifts

but other times she is so cold

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Self Expression

That drop of yellow paint on the wall.

That streak of green on the sidewalk.

That sparkle floating in the air.

That is who I am.

The shadow lurking off screen.

The star twinkling in the sky covered by clouds.

The small daisy hidden in a bouquet of roses.

That is who I am.

A figment of your imagination.

A product of procreation.

A consequence of action.

That is who I am.

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So yeah, right now these aren't much. They're jewels in the rough, ideas that still need to be developed... but this is a good little sneak inside view as to how I think and write. I have small samples like these everywhere, and every once in a while I come across one and I get hit with inspiration. So I take these ideas and I play with them and sometimes what I come up with will be just a final version of the original and sometimes it is nothing like the initial work.

I wonder what these will turn into. I can't wait to find out. :)

You Gave It To Him

2011-12-20T20:35:00.003-05:00

You gave it to him,
His reason to live.
His reason to give.
And then you took it from him.

He smiled for you.
He sang for you.
He killed for you.
But you still left him behind.

Why?

What is the purpose
of changing someone's life
for the better, forever...

When in the end
you break their heart?

When in the end
you crush their dreams?

When in the end
you take away their breath
leaving them cold, still,
lifeless.

You gave it to him.
The gun.
The despair.
The reason.

You gave it to him,
Before you said goodbye.
As you walked out the door.
After you disappeared.

Now, you're gone
and so is he.
But I am here.
Only I remain.

Alone.

I wish you had given it to me instead.

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This was a poem I wrote back in September or October. It was for my Creative Writing class, we had to open a book, pick a sentence at random and then use it to make a poem or a story or whatever we could think of.

My sentence was "You gave it to him." from Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle.

Random Writing That I Felt Like Doing

2011-12-16T11:35:00.000-05:00

I'm home after my first semester of college and I have nothing to do. Thought I'd be productive and write some. This is just a free write. I have no idea where it's going to go. No editing. No anything. Enjoy.
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"You shouldn't play with fire."
I looked up from my box of matches to find Gerard looming over me.
"You shouldn't play with fire," he repeated.

"I heard you the first time," I snapped, got up from my seat at my cluttered desk, and placed the matches in my robe pocket. I sauntered to a pile of books and scrolls in the far corner of dimly lit my room. From the bottom of the pile I pulled out a large worn out book. I glanced at the title, Of Dragons and Dames, and caressed the cover lovingly. "I believe you're here for this?"

Gerard shifted from his spot over my desk to face me and nodded with a fiendish grin. I tossed the heavy book to him and then sat back down at my desk. I grabbed the box of matches from my pocket and began to play with it again, waiting for him to leave. Ten minutes in dead silence passed and still he loomed over me.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I murmured venomously.

"I'm waiting for you to stop playing with those matches, Fira." he retorted and leaned against a shelf. I stared at him for a moment. His eyes were as golden as the flames I would be able to create if I unleashed my desire on the matches. That only tempted me more. I returned my attention back to the box and opened it.

Gerard's hand moved to mine and held it firmly.

"Fira. I said no," he huffed. I wrestled my hand away from him and squirmed up on top of my desk. I stood up triumphantly, keeping away from his grasp.

"You" I grinned and brought a match to my lips. "are not my boss." I blew a single flame on to the match igniting it brilliantly. I waved the flame in front of Gerard's face, his eyes darted from side to side watching it. "It matches your eyes Ger." I laughed and flicked the match at him. Gerard caught the burning match without flinching.

"This isn't funny," Gerard growled. I snickered and leaped from my desk on to a tall stack of boxes. Gerard glared at me, and I teasingly blew a flickering stream of scarlet flames in his direction.

"You ruin all my fun, Ger!" I sighed and jumped from the boxes into low pile of scrolls and empty parchments. I lay down in the pile and huffed a puff of smoke that floated into the darkness. I gestured with my finger for Gerard to approach me. I examined him as he came towards me. He was a lanky boy, with messy ginger hair, pale skin, a crooked smile and golden eyes. I laughed at how he carried himself with confidence now, when only a few months ago he had been nothing but a shy little bookworm I found hiding behind my books.

Gerard crouched down and looked me in the eye.

"I can't have you disobeying your own rules Fira," he pouted. I put my arms around him and drew him closer.

"A little fire never hurt anyone," I whispered and grinned widely, showing off my sharp teeth. Gerard ran his hand through my dark amethyst hair.

"Tell that to the book you accidentally burned last week," Gerard snickered and then smacked me over the head with a nearby novel. I let go of him and he jumped up. I pretended to rub my head in the spot he hit me.

"Aiiee, you're lucky us drakonei are resilient, or else that would have stung!" I hissed and faked a swipe at him.

"Stop complaining. We have work to do," Gerard scoffed and threw the novel at me. "And no more flames."

I grumbled and refused to budge. Gerard held out his hand for me to take. I ignored him and picked up a book. I really did prefer the time when he would have cowered at my hiss and flinched at my claws.

"Come on, you fanged, red eyed, lilac scaled dragon woman," Gerard grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "We still have so much more to discover. So many more secrets to find. Books to read. Things to learn."

Gerard patted me on the head, grabbed Of Dragons and Dames and walked away. I spat out a last spark of fire and returned to work. I vowed to make sure not to teach my next assistant how to stand up for himself. Self-confident humans would one day be the death of me.

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Well... that turned out interestingly. I now have two new random characters to work with and a possible story. I think I will do more with these two sometime soon, I rather like them. I also really want to draw them. :D YAY RANDOM FREE WRITES~!!!

Also... not sure what drakonei are yet but in my mind they are humanoid dragon creatures. More humanoid than dragon though.

Hold Your Hand

2011-12-15T15:33:00.002-05:00

I am not quite sure where to go from here.

A touch on your arm, a lean on your shoulder

Can I even hold your hand?

Let me whisper a secret in your ear

I never want thisfeeling to be over

All I want is to hold your hand.

You are now my darling, my dear

And slowly I’m growing bolder

Yes, someday soon,

I’m going to hold your hand.

Geek And Proud of It

2011-12-09T08:05:00.001-05:00

Hey you, look at me
tell what it is you see--
Pocket protector and thick square glasses,
knee high socks and books from Honor's classes.
Equations in my hands,
calculator in my pants.
Do you think I don't hear
the names they shout and jeer?
They call me a nerd, a dork, a geek
hopin' to make me feel weak!
But they just don't understand
I don't have a need for any fans!
What I've learned from every book on my shelf
is that i need to be true to myself.
Now is the time for me to admit:
I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

I know all the elements of the periodic table.
I can recite from memory every Aesop fable.
Every Saturday night I play Dungeons and Dragons
and I'm a member of obsessive anime fandoms.
To me Magic is more than just a card game
and leveling over 9000 is a good claim to fame.
I've plotted world domination since middle school
and I really believe LARPing is cool.
Steal my comic books and I'll throw a fit:
'CAUSE I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

I collect action figures, not sissy dolls.
The only spheres I can throw are pokeballs.
I can tell you every reason Green Lantern and his light,
could never beat Batman in a fight.
(Other than the fact that "yellow" is a stupid weakness
and Batman is the definition of epicness.)
To "Live Long and Prosper" is my life ambition
as is joining the Jedi Knight coalition.
My perception of reality is fuzzy like 18 bit:
CAUSE I AM A GEEK AND I'M PROUD OF IT!

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My last few poems have been kinda dreary... So here's something fun! I wrote this over the summer and never got a chance to type it up. I'm hoping to expand it at some point... and maybe fix some of those half-rhymes...

Conflicted

2011-12-09T04:41:00.001-05:00

Why do I still think of you,

when all I want is to forget?

I have no desire to keep you near,

you only bring me regret.

But,

how do I start things anew,

when it’s so hard to turn the page?

I am crippled by the fear

of never escaping love’s cage.

Oh,

do I even wantto breakthrough,

and take backcontrol over my life?

I love being your dear,

Though all you create is strife.

Well,

I can’t decide what to do,

why is my head reeling?

Love or hate or pity or cheer--

I can't handle this conflicted feeling.

...

If only I could just bid you adieu.

If only that were something easy to do.

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Let's play a fun game everyone! It's called: "Name the random rhyme scheme~!!" :D Prize is... to be determined at a later date ^_^

Falling

2011-12-07T12:30:00.001-05:00

That day when you smiled.
When you smiled and your eyes gleamed.
That was the day I fell.

I only realize now how hard, how deep
I fell that day. For such a pathetic reason too:
a smile and a kind word.
For just a smile and a kind word.

I tried so hard to stay away from you.
-The boy my friend liked-
But when I finally started to get away
You went and made me smile
And I fell deeper.

With those eyes that make my heart melt
And those thoughts that make me stop and wonder
You've ensnared me with your perfect imperfections
And now I’m falling so fast
I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.
I don’t think I even want to... because

I’ve fallen,
Fallen hard,

For you.

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I started this one several weeks ago. Then I finished it. And then I forgot to save it and lost it. Which made me not want to redo it but I had the rough draft in my notebook so today I decided not to be lazy and redid it. Yay.

Also, I like patterns and playing with structure. There are a lot of things I do to my poems that I know most people won't really notice unless they were to analyze it. I do those things just for my pleasure, they're fun. In this poem, I had fun with the number of lines in the stanzas. The pattern is 3-4-5-6-2-1 , and there are 6 stanzas. See, random fun little things. I love fun random things.

I also occasionally enjoy cliches. It's a guilty pleasure xD

Adding comments to clarify myself is cool too.

I'm not really happy with this poem either... I'm usually not happy with my poems...

I also wonder how much people read into my poetry... beware people, poets exaggerate and come up with situations that are sometimes unreal. Poets are the actors of writing. Prose actors... that's a cool idea... I should do something with it...

An Unfair Game

2011-12-06T22:06:00.001-05:00

Every day is the same.
He is never there
even when she calls his name.
The moments are rare
in which they do not blame
each other for their
problems and shame.
One day everything will tear
itself apart and burst in flame.
No one ever said life's game
of love and hate was fair.

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A random poem I wrote the other day while talking to my friend Alex :D
Also I couldn't think of a good title so :P
Actually, I'm not really happy with the whole thing, anyone have any suggestions for perfecting it?

Commentaries

2011-12-03T22:58:00.001-05:00

Based on the Commentary poems by Suzanne Buffam

On Wind
When the air
decides
it's time to be free.

On Fire
Like passion,
it always dies
if it isn't fueled.

On Shoes
Touch the earth
and feel its worth
with every step
you take.

On Pencils
Best used to
write down your
soul.

On Windows
Remember,
the work both ways.

On Rivers
Down, never up,
always running away
Nature's furious coward.

On Shirts
This thin shield
protects

me from your preying eyes.

On Lies
Like sadness
they are always lingering
in the background.

On Mountains
They were created
out of an ancient disaster.
Calamaties aren't always bad.

On Sleep
Close your eyes
for 8 hours
and then open them again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UPDATE:
Wrote these in my Creative Writing class :P We had to write poems fashioned after Suzanne Buffam's poems, the topics were suggested randomly during class. So they're my random little thoughts on these subjects... I really love Buffam's poetry though, I suggest you look her up. Also, that last one is something one of my friends says a lot.

The Words of Hope

2011-11-30T08:58:00.001-05:00

When all the world's against you,

and all your dreams are

out ofreach, remember me.

Take comfort in what I once

meant to you and in what you

once meantto me. Remember

that lifewasn't always this harsh

and thathappiness is attainable.

Do not forget Hope.

Do not forget me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a quick little something I wrote last night as a facebook status... I was feeling poetic ;)
I figured it was a good idea to post it here too.

Defeat

2011-11-30T08:43:00.001-05:00

I’ve reached the point where I’mready to scream.

Life was starting to seem like alucid dream

But of course you had to comealong once more,

You, the wicked beast, from myancient lore.

You have returned to cause mepain— that stinging pain—

But this time, I’ll disguise mycold tears with colder rain.

I confess, oh yes, I confess

That when alone in your frigid darkness

It was easy for me to get lostand scared,

And to believe that no one evencared

That I was slipping, falling, dying

And in the shadows— alwayscrying.

But this time things will bedifferent.

I won’t bow down to you. You’renot my master.

Your dark cold prison can nolonger hold me,

I will free myself from your icyshackles.

I will run. Run. So far from here.

And I won’t ever return to you.

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Oh look another elusive poem has been found! Huzzah!! :) I have a few poems planned out for posting in the next few days, so enjoy my activeness everyone! I also realized I haven't really been writing anything about my poems or anything. Just posting them and that's it. So yeah, what you're reading right now is a random blurb involving me talking about my poems. Yay.

...

:)

Dreams

2011-11-28T11:36:00.001-05:00

You had a dream last night about a perfect world, but when youwoke up, you forgot it.

But I remember it.

I remember you were crying and then he made you smile.

I remember you were dying and then she saved your life.

And the sun was glowing blue and the sky was shimmering yellow.

And you found something you thought you’d lost forever and you put itin your pocket. But later you found it was gone -lost once more. And yourpocket had a hole.

What was it that you lost?

Perhaps what you lost was an old souvenir from when you visitedthat far far away place long long ago.

Or it was a small silver key that shone in the moonlight.

Perhaps it was a lie you told. A lie that grew and grew and grewuntil it swallowed you whole.

Swallowed you whole like when you fell in the ocean and did notwish to come back up.

Until you saw a light in the dark and it burned with all thecolors of your heart and somebody told you to grab on to it and never let go.

And you did.

But it hurt.

So you let it slip fromyour hands.

But I was there to lift you back up. And bring you back to shore.

I remember you dying and I saved your life.

I remember you crying and I made you smile.

I wish the world would be as beautiful as it is in my dreams.

Missing You

2011-11-15T01:51:00.001-05:00

I went to look at the starry sky

hoping to see you twinkling—smiling down at me.

But all I found was a cloudy filled night,

cold and empty of light,

empty of you.

My dreams are still infected

with the broken wishes I made to you

but did not have the time to keep.

Unfulfilled promises—

unachieved goals.

This is what my nightmares are made of.

I have run away from the world

to escape the shadows in my heart.

In this new barren place I’ve come to,

there are no traces— no reminders,

and you become nothing but a figment of a memory.

Here there are no singing yellow daffodils

And thus I see no ghosts of you gardening them.

Here there are no whistling tall trees

And thus I have no desire to climb them with you.

No birds flying high in the air.

(You used to want to fly with them.)

No butterflies hiding in thebushes.

(You used to find them in theflowers.)

No songs for me to hum softly in the night.

(You used to fall asleep in my arms.)

Here, in my new haven, there is nothing— nothing

because you were my everything— everything

and now that you’re gone

what is there left for me?

Now I only have the nights where

I find myself looking up

To where there should be a sky.

I still hope to seeyou there

Twinkling

—smiling—

Smiling for me.
~~~~~~~~~~~

For Elsa. I miss you <3 Je t'adore <3

From Solitude to Friendship

2011-11-15T01:49:00.001-05:00

It was a warm sunny late afternoon and there was nowherePeter wanted to be more than outside enjoying the weather. Instead, he foundhimself roaming the dreary empty school halls of Melode Private Academy for theMusically Gifted. It was his own fault he was there of course. He had left hiscello in Music Room 3, for the fourth time that week, and if he didn’t fetch ithis mother would surely kill him. Still, Peter couldn’t help but sulk over hisunfortunate situation.

“No one should have to be here afterschool,” Peterwhispered to himself. “It’s mad eerie, and depressing too. These hallways areusually crammed with students and buzzing with gossip, but now… now it’s just…silent…”

Peter stopped in his tracks. Just as he had declared thehalls to be silent, he had been hit with the realization that they in factweren’t. There was a quiet melody echoing through the hallways. A soft and melancholysound, faint, feeble, yet beautiful. Peter frowned a bit, where could suchenchanting music be coming from?

Curious, Peter began to follow the sound to its source.To his surprise, he found himself exactly where he had been heading to in thefirst place: Music Room 3. Peter was perplexed, who would be here so late afterschool? Sure he was still around, but he definitely didn’t want to be. Petercarefully placed his hand on the door handle and turned it. He pushed the dooropen slightly and peeked in.

Sitting on a black chair in the middle of the room was agirl. She had long wavy light brown locks, which were held back by a grey bow, adainty figure and fair pale skin. She wore a gothic styled black dress withgrey lace and frills, as well as black knee high boots. Peter remarked tohimself that she looked like a fragile porcelain doll. He continued to observeher and realized her eyes were closed and her lips stuck together in a slightpout. In her hands, the girl held a violin which she played with a skill Peterhad never seen before.

Peter opened the door fully and took a loud step into theroom.

“Hello? Is someone there?” the girl gasped and carefully placedher violin down on her lap. Peter thought this was quite an odd thing to say.The girl’s eyes fluttered open, and Peter noticed they were an icy blue grey.The girl turned in Peter’s direction but her gaze seemed to go right throughhim.

“She can’t see me,” he realized. “She’s blind.”

“Hello? Hello?” the girl repeated, her voice shaking.

“Sorry for interrupting you…uh…Miss,” Peter answered. Hecringed slightly at the word ‘Miss’. It wasn’t the sort of thing he wouldusually say, however, he felt like using any other word would surely break thestrange girl he saw in front of him. Peter smirked slightly at the idea of agirl that could be physically hurt by words, it seemed silly… but then againthis girl looked so delicate it could be possible. “I just came to get my cellothat I left behind.”

“Oh,” was all the girl said in response.

“My name is Peter,” Peter said. With his usual confidence,he walked closer to the girl. “What’s yours?”

The girl just glanced away blushing, she could sense himstanding right next to her and it made her nervous. Her delicate slender fingersran up and down the side of her violin.

“That was a beautiful piece you were playing,” Petersaid, hoping to get her to speak.

“Oh thank you,” she whispered finally, and a small smileappeared on her face.

“Who’s the composer?” Peter asked, leaning in closer tothe girl.

“…I am…” the girl admitted, her face turning red.

Peter’s jaw dropped. He could not believe this fragilelooking girl had composed such a melancholy song. “That’s amazing,” he said.“What’s it called?”

The girl froze for a moment. Her smile disappeared,replaced by a sad and lonely expression. Concerned, Peter put his hand on hersbut she pushed it away and stood up abruptly.

“I have to go,” she declared and ran out the roomclutching her violin close to her chest, leaving behind a shocked Peter.

“What just happened?” Peter mumbled to himself, feelingthoroughly confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

Peter waited a few minutes to see if the girl would comeback but she seemed to be gone for good. He fetched his cello and returned tohis mother who was waiting for him in the parking lot. During the ride home,Peter’s mother questioned him relentlessly over why he took so long to get hiscello. However, Peter did not listen. His mind was focused on one particular blindstranger and her sorrow-filled song.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Peter kept an eye out for the girl. Hethought she was interesting and wanted to know more about her. Peter searchedeverywhere for the strange girl, in the hallways, in the classrooms, in thecafeteria, but he could not find her. It was as if she were hiding from him,lurking in the shadows, just out of his sight.

Since he was unable to find the girl himself, Peterdecided that he would make the girl come to him. After school, he returned toMusic Room 3. He guessed that there would be a good chance that the girl wouldreturn to where he saw her last. Peter sat inconspicuously in the corner andwaited. And waited. And waited. Until, finally, he heard the quiet creak of thedoor opening.

Peter watched as the girl came silently into the room.Her black dress had been replaced by a grey one, and her hair bow was nowwhite. She moved gracefully to her chair, took her violin out from its case andbegan to play. Peter recognized the song; it was the same one he had heard theday before. He closed his eyes and let the music envelop him. The notes werelow and soft, and as delicate as the girl who was playing them. The song wasmorose and haunting. It seemed to carry all the grief of the world in itsmeasures.

When the song ended, Peter opened his eyes, curious aboutwhat the girl was going to do next. He observed her carefully, waiting for herto play another song. The girl sighed heavily and rested her violin by herside.

“Solitude. It’scalled Solitude,” the girl saidsuddenly. Peter’s eyes widened in surprise. He wondered if the girl was talkingto him but how did she know he was there?

“The name of the piece I just played is Solitude. Last time, you asked what itwas called, didn’t you?” the girl turned her head in Peter’s direction. He wascertain now that she knew he was in the room, but before he could answer, thegirl picked up her violin once more. The song she played was new. It began likethe end of Solitude, and then changedgradually. The sullen low notes from the previous song became mixed withlighter happier notes. The new melody was a motley of grief and joy and it wasjust as beautiful as the first melody. It seemed like the song was about tobecome happier when the girl stopped abruptly.

“Why did you stop?” Peter asked. The girl turned awayfrom him.

“I don’t know how it ends…” she whispered. “My Solitude is changing. I have no ideawhat’s coming next.”

Peter smiled andapproached the girl. He grabbed a chair and sat next to her. “Well I have toconfess I like the change. I was worried when I heard Solitude. It’s such a sad song…I never thought a pretty girl likeyou would be able to write something so gloomy.”

“What’sthat supposed to mean?” the girl pouted and crossed her arms to look offended,but Peter could see her blushing. “I can write whatever I want.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it that way!” Peter laughed. “It’s justthat I could tell that you put a lot of emotion in to your work, and it saddensme to think that someone could feel so much sorrow and loneliness.”

“Well… it’s none of your business how I feel,” the girlretorted and stood up to leave. “You don’t know me! You’re just some strangerthat won’t leave me alone.”

The girl reached down for her violin but Peter movedfaster and snatched it up.

“Youknow something? You’re right I don’t know you,” Peter said with a grin and heldthe violin behind his back. “And I’d like to change that.”

“What are you talking about? Why did you take my violin!”the girl exclaimed and reached out at Peter trying to grab her violin. “Just give it back! Please!”

“Okay,”Peter said but he still kept the violin out of her reach. “But first, I havetwo requests.”

“What?” the girl said and scowled in frustration.

“First, I would like to know your name,” Peter leaned inclose to her and whispered in her ear.

The girl was silent, and her face reddened which justmade Peter’s grin grow wider.

“It’s Emy, my name is Emy.” she said at last.

“Nice to meet you Emy,” Peter said. “My second request isthat you let me be your friend.”

“My friend? Why?” Emy asked.

“Because you are a very talented composer and I thinkyou’re cute,” he smiled. “It’s every guy’s dream to have a cute girl be hisfriend.”

Emy scowled but then nodded. “Okay. Now give me myviolin!”

“I’m hoping we can be good friends, Emy,” Peter said.Then he placed Emy’s violin in her hands, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.“I’ll see you tomorrow, keep working on that song!”

Then he quickly ran off, leaving behind a shocked Emywith her hand pressed to her cheek. Emy sat back down in her chair. She feltconfused. For years she had been alone, staying away from others, immersingherself in her music. But now, she was alone as usual, but she did not feellonely. Where there had once been only Solitude,something new was growing. So Emy did the only thing she knew. She picked upher violin and began to play. She began to play something new.

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Emy waited anxiouslyfor Peter in Music Room 3, as had become her habit. Two weeks had passed sincethat first day she and Peter met and the day had come for her to finally showPeter her masterpiece. He was late. Emy sat down on her chair and propped upher violin on her lap.

“Sorry I’m late,” Peter barged in. He put down his celloby a corner and sat down in his chair next to Emy. He took a moment to admirethe girl. Emy was wearing a white dress and a small pink bow in her hair. Petersmiled. He liked the way lighter colors looked on her. “You look really nicetoday.”

Emy said nothing and instead just began to play. Peterlistened silently as the now familiar notes of Solitude filled the air. When Peter recognized the subtle notesthat signified Solitude’s change intosomething else, he grinned. This was the reason he was there now, to find outwhat that something else was.

Like before, the melancholy notes of Solitude slowly turned more cheerful. But this time, when Emy gotto the part where she had stopped previously, she continued instead. The songpicked up pace and the notes got higher and the melody became lighter. The songof sadness transformed into one of happiness.

Emy finished the song and put down her violin. There was slightsmile on her face, something Peter rarely saw. Emy waited patiently for Peter’sreaction.

“What is that last part called?” Peter asked.

“Friendship,”Emy answered. “The whole piece is called FromSolitude to Friendship… So, what do you think?”

Peter smiled and leaned in close to Emy.

“I love it,” he whispered and then kissed her on the lips.Peter jumped out of his seat and grabbed his cello. “Teach it to me?”

Emy laughed and nodded in agreement.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Itwas a warm sunny late afternoon and there was nowhere Peter wanted to be leastthan outside enjoying the weather. Thankfully, he found himself in the merry emptyschool halls of Melode Private Academy for the Musically Gifted. It was by hisown desire he was there of course. He ran to Music Room 3 with his cello inhand, for the fourth time that week, for if he wasn’t on time Emy would surelykill him. Peter couldn’t help but smile over his fortunate situation.

Trying to Impress

2011-09-19T17:06:00.002-04:00

The sweet taste of his name on her lips.

The soft touch of his hand on her hips.

Her heart fluttering rapidly,

A butterfly imprisoned in a cage of ribs.

She can still sense him now

Even though so many nights have past.

He still haunts her every hour

Lingering in the shadows of a memory.

The tranquil sound of her sighs against his embrace.

The teasing scent of her kisses against his face.

His heart pounding anxiously,

A lion held back by the shackles of fate.

He can still see her there

Even though the daylight has gone.

She still dances in his dreams

Lingering far away from his grasp.

Every moment they spend apart

Only serves to bind them tighter together

For they are impressed forever,

Forever, in each other’s souls.

Walk by the Wood's Edge

2011-06-09T17:11:00.000-04:00

Walking down a quiet road
        by the edge of the woods
Crisp leaves crunch underneath
        my slow and steady step.

A cool breeze runs through my hair
        and a lone car rushes by.
A bird sings a sweet melody,
        and a tear drops down my cheek.

I cannot shake this heavy feeling
        that weighs down my every breath.
I cannot shake these sorrowed thoughts
        that weigh down my hollow soul.

I'm waiting for the pain to disappear
        and for normalcy to recommence.
But I know things are never going to be the same,
        because missing you'll never get any easier.

Nevertheless, I will keep on walking
        down this quiet road by the wood's edge.
And, I will do my best to rise above
        this grief that is weighing me down. Because

Every step I take
        is filled with dreams.
Dreams of things that were,
        that are,
That will one day be
        my reality.

Number 2

2011-06-09T13:11:00.000-04:00

You use me only when it's convenient or necessary.
Once you're done you toss me aside
and don't even bother to pick me up when
I roll off your dusty desk.

If I become too dull for you,
you just cut me up until I fit your needs.
But someday I'll be too worn down to sharpen
and you'll just replace me with someone new.

You use me. Abuse me.
Bite me. Chew me to bits.
And then deny the scars.

But if I try to leave a mark,
you can simply erase my words
and with them, the proof of my existence.

Honestly,
I know that I am only temporary,
and that one day you'll exchange me
for something more permanent.

I just wish that until that day comes,
you'd treat me like I was number one,
and not just number two.

That Smile

2011-06-09T13:00:00.000-04:00

That smile.
What does it mean?
Don't look at me with those teasing eyes,
and expect me to know your intentions.
I'm tired of your double entendres,
your sarcastic, and impatient sighs.
What is it that I'm not seeing?
You've got me lost and confused
with your unsolvable riddles.
Why don't you just remove the
veil that covers your heart?
Show me your true self.
Tell me what that smile means
and let me be yours
forever.

Brightest Star

2011-06-09T12:44:00.000-04:00

Love is that brightest star in the darkest night.
I can never grasp it, no matter how high I climb.
But I will never stop reaching for it.

There are nights when that brightest star,
shines so brightly that I can feel its warmth
from the tips of fingers to the core of my heart.

But those nights are few and far between and easily forgotten,
when compared to the nights during which that brightest star
is diminished to a weak sparkle lost in the stinging cold darkness.

Still, a sparkle is better than nothing at all.
And I will keep on reaching for my brightest star
until those nights of cold and darkness are gone
and forever replaced with the warmth of that brightest star.

Lost

2011-06-09T12:04:00.000-04:00

I am lost in the dreams of tomorrow
      that will never come true.
I am lost in the worries of today
      that will never go away.
I am lost in the memories of yesterday
      that will never return to me.

I am lost in the love
       you smothered me with in those first precious days.
I am lost in the lies
       you told me when I would lay by you at night.
I am lost in promises
       you made to me but never bothered to keep.

I am lost
Lost
never to be found

I am lost
Lost
never to be found

Swollen Geography

2011-06-09T11:57:00.000-04:00

Bright open eyes that twinkle
               like fireflies in the night.
Loud melodic laughter that rings
                 like bells in the morning.

Eager to learn, eager to experience.
Nothing escapes her notice, and
she becomes filled with the beauty of life.

I wish I had a map.
     so I could read the swollen geography
           of her heart.
     and keep here eyes and laughter
           with me forever.

Change

2011-06-09T11:52:00.002-04:00

Red to Blue.
Blue to Green.
All these changes make me want to scream!
You try so hard to keep up with the latest scene,
that you've gone and left behind your dreams.

Green to Yellow.
Yellow to Pink.
There's too much going on, I need time to think!
Your expectations of me have reached the brink,
Let me go now, or soon I'll sink!

Pink to Orange.
Orange to White.
I will never give up this fight.

Violent Sunset

2011-06-09T11:46:00.002-04:00

Violent Sunset

What will we do now?

Now that the violent sunset

of our youth has burned away.

The warmth that once

colored our cheeks

has drained away and left only ice.

And the memories that

filled us with sweet joy

have been subtly laced

with bitter sorrows.

But none of this matters.

I will survive the passing of the sun,

the stillness of dusk, the haunting twilight,

just as long as you are with me

when the dawn finally breaks.

Meaningless

2011-06-09T11:46:00.000-04:00

This poem is meaningless.
No really, it is.

There is no symbolism,

no hidden allegory.

You won't find any motifs

much less any allusions.

There is no point to this.

It's just theme-less prose.

So don't even bother analyzing

a single line, or verse.

Don't put words in my mouth,

this is just a sentence, nothing more!

Yes, this poem is truly meaningless.

I didn't even make it rhyme!

I'm just wasting your time.

So go on, turn the page,

Because this poem is meaningless...

..to you.

Elsa

2011-06-09T11:45:00.000-04:00

On March 20, 2011, my mother passed away. She was an amazing person and I miss her everyday. This is a small speech I wrote and spoke at her mass. It would mean a lot if you took a second to read it.

Elsa.

There are many words I could use to describe her, but none would ever do her justice.

Because my mom was beyond description. Beyond mere words.

I could tell you that

her hair was raven-black,

thick and silky smooth.

I could tell you that

   even though her eyes were dark,
   they still shone brighter than stars.

Or I could choose to tell you about her unconventional personality, her ability to inspire hope in the darkest situations, and her inability to understand sarcasm. But whatever I chose to tell you will never be enough.

Because Elsa was so much more than all those things combined.

All I can tell you is what Elsa was to me.

To me, she was a loving mother, and an endearing friend.
She was someone I could run to when I was feeling down, and needed a warm embrace or kiss.
She was a person I respected and loved, and was respectec and loved by in return.
She was my motivation, my inspiration, my everything-ation

Yes, to me Elsa was everything and I learned so much from her life.

From all the adventures she told me of, and I experienced with her - like the time in the Chitwan National Reserve in Nepal when we woke up in the middle of the night and stole a green banana- I learned to never be afraid of new situations and to instead take those new situations as opportunities to experience something different and special.

From her long 11 year fight with cancer (or as Maya says 10 years and 11 months, Maya likes to be precise)- I learned to be determined and to keep on fighting to reach my goals and dreams, to never give up.

From her vibrant personality - and knack for moving around the furniture every month- I learned to be unique, to think in new ways, to be unconventional and different from the crowd... and some basic interior design skills.

But most of all, and this is something I learned from her everyday life, I learned the importance of love and a caring smile.

Elsa lived a life full of love.

There was the love she received:
   Love from her incredible family,
which is a lot of love if you consider it's ridiculously large size,
I meet a new relative at every family gathering.

Love from all her friends around the world,
which is another unbelievable amount,
  since Elsa made friends everywhere she went,
and she went to more places than I can count.

And of course, love from Ze, love from Maya, and love from me.

So ,what did Elsa do with all this love?
She gave it back tenfold.

And this exchange of love, that occured everyday in her life, was evident in her smile.

Elsa knew the importance of a simple, caring smile.
A smile that is full of love is one-of-a-kind, and that's how hers was, one-of-a-kind.

Elsa's smile could light up a room, and win the heart of any person.

I think it's her smile tht I will miss most.

Well, there's a lot more I could go on to tell you about my dear mama, but like I said before, it will never be enough.

Elsa was a very special person, and I;m sure everyone here agrees.
She will always be in my thoughts, in my actions and in my heart.

I will celebrate her wondrous, love filled life forever.

Elsa, I love you.

Dress in Progress

2011-02-27T21:46:00.000-05:00

So... a whole bunch of girls in my grade have already started to look for and buy dresses for Senior Prom. I'm not really the kind of girl that really cares much about that sort of thing, but yesterday while browsing the internet, I decided I'd take a look potential dresses I could buy...you know... for fun.

I looked through a good amount of sites, but I couldn't find anything that I absolutely LOVED, or that was really me, and when I found something I did like it costed hundreds of bucks. Frankly, I don't care enough about prom to be willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a dress I might only wear once.

So last night I decided that it would be fun to just make my own dress! I drew up a design and today I spend the day making it. It's not finished yet, lots of little details to fix and add. (purple string at the bacjk that should be black, etc.) Also, since I don't know how to use a sewing machine I had to sew by hand so it's not very strongly held together. I'm going to have to go back and reinforce everything.

But yeah... this is what i have :3 what do you think? (and please forgive my fail-quality webcam pics xD)

Year of the Rabbit!

2011-02-03T23:11:00.000-05:00

KUNG HEI FAT CHOI! HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERY ONE!!

I Want To See The World

2011-02-02T16:28:00.000-05:00

"Onee-chan [Big Sister], I want so see the world beyond these city walls. Let's escape, together."
"Are you sure Miku-chan? You might not like what you find."
"I'm sure I will be fine, as long as I have you."

When Sea Becomes Sky

2011-01-30T20:17:00.001-05:00

Based on Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid

"She cast one more lingering, half-fainting glance at the prince, and then threw herself from the ship into the sea, and thought her body was dissolving into foam. The sun rose above the waves, and his warm rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid, who did not feel as if she were dying. She saw the bright sun, and all around her floated hundreds of transparent beautiful beings; she could see through them the white sails of the ship, and the red clouds in the sky; their speech was melodious, but too ethereal to be heard by mortal ears, as they were also unseen by mortal eyes. The little mermaid perceived that she had a body like theirs, and that she continued to rise higher and higher out of the foam. 'Where am I?' asked she, and her voice sounded ethereal, as the voice of those who were with her; no earthly music could imitate it.

'Among the daughters of the air,' answered one of them. ...The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun, and felt them, for the first time, filling with tears" Hans Christian Andersen

I made this for a contest on DeviantArt

To get the full effect of this piece I suggest reading the original tale :3
And to all of you that are to lazy to do so let me explain what's going on:

In the original story, the little mermaid falls in love with a prince, saves him from drowning, gets a sea witch to give her legs in exchange for her voice and then goes of to try and make him fall in love with her.
However~!
It causes great pain for the little mermaid to walk, and dance, etc. but because the prince loves to see her dance, she dances for him every night.
Unfortunately, besides her best efforts, the Prince ends up falling in love with another girl, who he believes saved him from drowning. He marries her, and the mermaid's heart is broken and she is doomed to turn into sea foam.The mermaid's' sisters find her and give her a dagger they got from the sea witch in exchange for their long hair. If the mermaid kills the Prince and his bride she will be able to return to be a mermaid.

But the mermaid loves the prince too much and is too pure of heart. She throws the dagger into the sea and jumps in the ocean to die and become sea foam.She is however saved by the Daughters of the Air and is allowed to become one of them, and after 300 years as one she will gain an immortal soul and go to heaven.

I think original version of this story, not the sugarcoated disney version, is beautiful heartbreaking tale.
I LOVE IT :3

And, as you can see I chose illustrate the scene in which the mermaid is turning into sea foam but is saved by the air spirits.

I highly recommend that everyone read the original story.
You won't regret it.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Also, if interested, you can purchase a print of this through DeviantArt :3
click me :D

Sushine Girl, Swiftness, and Stop The Static

2011-01-23T18:03:00.001-05:00

I was playing with photoshop the other day :3

Sunshine Girl

Swiftness

The SodaCan Monster~!

2011-01-21T18:41:00.000-05:00

This is what happens when I play with soda cans and photoshop xD

r4v3g1rl and kitty

2011-01-16T23:15:00.000-05:00

I drew this on photoshop and colored. All on my tablet :3~~!! I hadn't used it in a while, so i thought it was about time :3

i also made a kitty cat

Maya

2010-12-22T10:22:00.000-05:00

Family Member Free Write for writing workshop

Name: Maya Dias Estrela (my sister)

Age: 9

Appearance: Tall and skinny. Long straight dark brown hair that is very smooth and light.Dark brown eyes that are very Chinese like. Slightly pudgy nose. Light tan skin. Pink skinny lips that are usually dry and chapped. Marilyn Monroe-esque beauty mark on the corner above her the left side of her lip, three other beauty marks by left cheek close to her ear and one on her right cheek. Awkward but cute smile. Small hands with long skinny fingers and long fingernails. Big feet. Her right hand and right leg are weaker and less functional motor skills wise, but that is only noticeable if you pay very close attention. Recently got braces.

Clothing: Usually wears bright colored sweatpants or jeans, with a colorful graphic tee-shirt, a sweat jacket and sneakers with colorful socks. Her hair is worn down or in a low ponytail. She never wears any jewelry or make-up.

Personality: Maya is a very talkative child. She never shuts up. Ever. She always has something to say or a question to ask. She likes facts and so she needs to know every little detail about everything, and she will ask you about every aspect of whatever it is you’re talking about until she is satisfied. She takes everything literally, and doesn’t understand jokes. She’s very attention craving and has a tendency to get jealous. She gets upset very easily, and is very sensitive. She doesn’t like change and had conservative leanings. She is very attached to things. She likes to yell. She is very very loud.

Maya is a very sweet girl. She is extremely intelligent, and learns quickly. She has a very precise memory for events and facts. She cares a lot about her family and friends. She remembers everyone’s birthdays and is always ready to give out hugs. She has a lot of determination and knows what she wants in life and what she has to do to get them. She’s very ambitious and what she lacks in creativity and patience she makes up with willpower.

Quirks: She doesn’t like it when people laugh at her, even jokingly…because she can’t tell they’re joking. She doesn’t like it when people sing when she wants to be the one singing. No one can tell her what to do; she refuses to listen to them. She also hates it when I call her “monkey”.

Hobbies: Maya likes gathering facts about states and presidents, bothering her sister, reading and writing very factual stories. She would like drawing but she has no patience and ends up just getting frustrated. She likes collecting things. Maya also enjoys playing outside and watching reruns on tv.

Habits: She has a habit of speaking very loudly. She asks people to repeat themselves just to make sure she hear them right. She repeats incidents she found funny even if they just happened two seconds ago. Maya has the habit of getting really angry, crossing her arms and pouting every few minutes. She also has the habit of speaking English even when we tell her to speak Portuguese.

(I love u monkey~!)

I Don't Know Why

2010-12-08T10:41:00.000-05:00

I Don't Know Why

by FE Dec 8 2010

You stare at me with accusing eyes,

waiting for me to explain myself,

to tell you why I do, all these things I do.

But I remain quiet,

not a word escapes my lips.

My mind screams in protest.

“Say something! Say anything!”

What can I say?

How can I explain what

I myself don’t understand?

You turn away with a

disappointed look.

I reach out to you in tears

And whisper a single quiet phrase.

“I don’t know...”

I don’t know why I do what I do.

I don’t know why I think what I think.

I don’t know why. I don’t know why.

"I don't know why..."

Please Look My Way

2010-12-08T10:34:00.003-05:00

Please Look My Way
by FE Dec 6 2010

I watch you from across the room,

You laugh at someone’s stupid joke.

Perhaps, you’ll turn towards me soon,

But I doubt there’s any hope.

There are times I ponder,

Whether you even know I’m here.

Then I pause to wonder,

What are the things you hold dear.

And then it finally happens,

You look my way.

My face reddens with passion.

Shyly, I look away.

My heart beats in a flurry,

And I am wrought with anguish.

My vision turns so blurry,

I wish I could simply vanish.

But I hear you call my name,

And you come to take my hand.

Thus, you’ve set my heart aflame,

And made my world expand.

Not Perfect

2010-12-08T10:33:00.000-05:00

Not Perfect
by FE Dec 3 2010

Why do you say I’m perfect?

When I’m perfectly aware I’m not?

You tell me

      my eyes shine brighter than the stars,

      my lips are softer than rose petals,

      my laugh is a happy melody and,

     my smile is warmer than sunshine.

But I know,

      my eyes are dark, cold and unforgiving,

      my lips are chapped and rough,

      my laugh is loud and off key and,

      my smile is awkward and shy.

So why do you say I’m perfect?

It’s time you accept me as I am,

Or not at all.

The Girl In the Mirror

2010-12-08T10:28:00.000-05:00

The Girl In the Mirror
by FE Dec 6 2010

There’s a stranger in my mirror.

Staring straight at me.

She’s stolen my reflection

And shown me all that I could be.

Her hair is silky.

Her skin is smooth.

Her eyes are bright.

Her lips are plump.

I gaze at the girl in the mirror.

A perfect version of me.

I could never be her,

Not even in my dreams.

Bliss

2010-12-08T10:26:00.003-05:00

Bliss
by FE Dec.3 2010

Under a full moon,

On a lonely park bench,

Two lovers sit, side by side.

Tonight, there is only them.

He places his hand

On top of hers,

And she looks to him,

With eyes brighter than stars.

Her hand on his heart,

His hand on her thigh,

Their eyes never leaving the others.

Tonight, there is only them.

As they lean in closer,

All their worries are forgotten.

Lips meet lips,

And the rest is bliss.

A Love Like Ours

2010-12-08T10:24:00.000-05:00

I've been working on quite a few poems recently. Here's one:

A love like ours
by FE Dec. 3 2010

Hold me close and don’t let go,

Let me hear your heart beat next to mine.

Hold me close and don’t let go,

We can’t waste a second of precious time.

Today, I won’t say no

To your soft touch, and sweet caress.

Today I won’t say no,

So let’s be free, and forget the stress.

Just go with the flow,

And don’t doubt a single second.

Just go with the flow,

No need to stop and reckon.

Hold me close and don’t let go,

Let me hear your heart beat next to mine.

Hold me close and don’t let go,

Because a love like ours is hard to find.

Life Instructions

2010-12-06T10:33:00.002-05:00

Monday Writing Workshop Exercise

Life Instructions

1) Eat something sweet every once in a while

2) Visit your family often, especially if they live far away

3) Buy books, read books, share books, write books, fill your house with books

4) Never leave home without a notebook and pencil

5) Don’t be afraid to embarrass yourself

6) Be adventurous and curious

7) Travel to different countries and learn everything about them

8) Learn something new, about yourself and about the world around you, everyday

9) Have at least one true best friend, and be their best friend in return

10) Memorize the lyrics to your favourite songs

11) Sing out, sing loud, sing proud

12) Let your imagination run wild

13) Do something life-risking

14) Cry when you feel sad, laugh when you feel happy, scream when you’re upset, never hide your true feelings

15) Never break a promise, if you can’t keep a promise then just don’t make it

16) Don’t tell other people’s secrets, but tell everyone yours

17) Break a rule one time in your life, and then reflect on it

18) Tell someone you love them everyday

19) Always be yourself, no matter how odd, silly, or crazy that is

20) And most of all, never give up hope

Happy Birthday!! (TO ME!)

2010-11-09T11:43:00.001-05:00

This is my Birthday Card to myself lol

The Cake is not a lie ;)

I LOVE my new Bamboo Tablet

2010-10-23T17:53:00.000-04:00

For my B-Day, which is coming up in a few weeks, my dad got me a wacom Bamboo Fun Tablet
ITS EPIC
Today I played around with it and made these pics on photoshop!
I can't believe I drew these directly on the computer! ZOMG! XD
I looove my new art tablet of awesomeness!
Thanks Ze! LOOVE U!

ME~! LOL

ME AS A ZOMBIE~!~!~! OM NOM NOM NOM BRAINSSS!!!

Pleasantly Sour Lust's Secret p4 and 5

2010-10-21T18:23:00.002-04:00

HUZZAH! The last pages! :3
~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Sins continue to spy on Lust,
but without success...
until Greed and Envy take a peek
into Lust's room!

Lust's Secret is revealed!
The symbol of seduction,
is a nerd in her own right.
And she has a monocle...

Blogger is mean

2010-10-20T20:25:00.001-04:00

T_T

I finished the last pages of Lust's Secret.
BUT OF COURSE BLOGGER HAD TO DISABLE THE IMAGE UPLOADS?!!
As soon as the dumb maintenance thing is done I'll put the pages up.

Unfamiliar

2010-10-15T10:01:00.007-04:00

Another poem for my writing workshop class monday exercise
We had to write about of 1st day freshman year :P I think it came out ok but I'm not super happy with it :P :P

Unfamiliar

Anxiety grips my being,

my nerves are on edge,

I do not know what to expect.

I walk into to a crowded lobby,

an unrecognizable mass of people

morphs around me.

Desperately,

I search for a friendly face

in the mob.

In a corner I recognize

one of my friends,

I push and shove through the crowd

until I reach him.

We smile and say hello,

but we can see in each others eyes

that we are both a bit afraid.

Soon all of our friends

are herded together.

Familiar beings

in an unfamiliar place.

Now, they’ve set us loose.

After waiting in homeroom,

for an hour or two,

my day finally begins.

I hold my schedule

tightly in my hand.

Today,

this thin piece of paper

is the difference between

life and death.

I wander in circles

searching for the right room.

Time is ticking away,

it’s a battle against the bell.

Finally,

I find my destination.

But there is no one here I know,

surely I must be mistaken.

So I check the room number,

then I check it again.

The schedule does not lie.

Shyly,

I take a seat,

and do not let out a peep.

Then a friend walks in,

I cheer with joy!

“I thought I was in the wrong place!

I walked by this room at least twice!”

I inform her.

She laughs and admits

she did the very same.

Another friend comes,

followed by a few others.

Familiar beings

in an unfamiliar place.

Many days pass,

a routine is established.

New friends are made.

New knowledge is gained.

Soon,

I find myself looking forward

to each and every day.

Familiar beings,

in a familiar place.

Vengeance

2010-10-15T09:58:00.000-04:00

Poem for my Writing Workshop class Monday exercise! xD
We wrote down 10 words, passed them around and then wrote something using 8 out of 10 of the words.
The words I got are underlined. :3

Vengeance

Like a bat out of

hell he entered

my life, and then

just as quickly he left.

And I, who had fallen so violently in love,

am left alone with mournful thoughts.

My soul writhes in the torment

known as loneliness.

The screams in my skull

are fighting to burst out.

His love has killed me

and I’ve been reborn

as a demon.

He made me

laugh and now

I’ll make

him

cry.

Will

Have my

Vengeance.

In case you didn't notice, the poem is in a shape of a dagger and a drop of blood ;3
Cheery isn't it? xD

The Anime Club

2010-10-15T09:52:00.000-04:00

I wrote a poem about some of my favourite people in the world, the members of my school's anime club <3
It was for my AP English class, we read part of the Canterbury Tales, and my teacher had us all write our own prologue :3

Prologue: The Anime Club

Hey, there bub?

What's up? What's up?

I'm here t'tell you 'bout the Anime Club!

Now, I promise not to get lazy,

while trying to describe our special kind of crazy,

but you'll have to forgive me if the details are hazy!

First up is our president,

all of us she does represent

without ever being hesitant.

Her name is Brooke,

she's never caught without her sketchbook,

and her punk-rave style is off the hook!

Second in command is the V.P.,

who just happens to be little me

as small and as deadly as a killer bee.

Next in line,

and my partner in crime,

is Jen McBrine!

Cool, smart and level-headed,

her company is never dreaded!

So in our family she's forever embedded.

Best friend of me and Jen,

is a lovely red-headed gem,

who will gladly munch on your brain stem.

It's Natalie of course,

a zombie without remorse!

Don't you upset her or she'll chase you with her horse!

Oh, I mustn't forget Kat,

who's as wild as a bat,

and always ready for ninja combat!

There's also Erin Bassler,

more hyper than a hamster,

her hugs are so tight, they could cause a fracture!

Good timid Nicole

has a heart of gold,

but she likes to see things explode.

Sarah and Brittany are really sweet,

not even a fly would they mistreat.

People as kind as they are hard to meet!

Monica is artsy and new,

Alisa, and her brother Mike ,too.

Ah ha! My mention of the boys is overdue!

In our club there are plenty of guys.

(After all the girls need someone to chastise,

but now let me continue to improvise...)

The first boy in our roll call,

is Freddie who's big as a wall!

He stands at over 50 feet tall.

Kyle Aptt always hogs

the internet searching for Manga blogs,

his eyes have become like a frog's.

Josh and Lee are best friends,

neither follows popular trends,

for they are content with their own odds and ends.

There's also Brad and his girlfriend Eve,

who are never apart, I believe.

Their love is cute and naïve.

Lastly there's Eathan,

who's odd beyond reason.

So that's our club every season.

We're one happy group,

a most merry troupe,

ready to greet you with a whoop.

Now I must say goodbye,

but there's no need to cry,

for you'll always find one of us lurking nearby!

Pleasantly Sour- Lust's Secret page 3

2010-09-25T23:10:00.001-04:00

Lust's Secret Page 3! YAY! xD

The sins gather together
united for a higher purpose
of clever sneakery.
What will they find?
Only time will tell.

Pleasantly Sour- Lust's Secret pg 2

2010-09-20T21:51:00.000-04:00

The next page of Lust's Secret just as promised ^^

Greed declares her suspicions
to Pride and Gluttony.
Pride agrees,
Gluttony says something dumb.

Pleasantly Sour- Lust's Secret

2010-09-19T22:07:00.000-04:00

Here's the newest Pleasantly Sour story! :D

Lust's Secret:
Of all her sister Lust seems to be the most tame sin.
She's quiet and shy and so very sweet.
Strange qualities in a sin.
Greed suspects something's up.
Does Lust have some deep dark secret?
DUN DUN DUN!!! XD

Page 1

Check back on Tuesday for the next page! :3

I've Returned

2010-09-03T21:42:00.000-04:00

Lol I'M BAAACK! ^^
And I'ev got tons of things to post!
PHOTOS, DRAWINGS, COMICS AND MOOOOORRRRREEE!!!!!!!!!!

:3

So just you wait~!

I've got 2 more Pleasantly Sour Comics!

YAYYYY!
x3
and pics of my climbing a volcano!

:D

Hi! From Cape Verde

2010-07-21T19:20:00.002-04:00

Hello!
I am vacationing in Cape Verde, on the island of Sal.
Today I went to the beach, it was great!!! Here's some pictures!

at the beach :D

Shark!

I'm enjoying myself so much ^^ but don't be jealous k?

haha please enjoy my fail mspaint drawing of Envy ^^

drawing with a mouse pad and a finger is not fun... trust me xD

Pleasantly Sour

2010-07-09T21:29:00.000-04:00

Pleasantly Sour is a new idea for a comic I had a few months back. The charaters are the embodiements of the seven sins. There is also another character who will appear often who is Death. :3 I did most of the character design back in March xD This is the first lil comic :3 More to come hopefully!
Enjoy!

Here's the charaters in chibi form :3

Rise of the Phoenix

2010-07-09T14:13:00.001-04:00

My first attempt at using watercolors ^^
I came up with a random lil background story xD

She's an angel that fell from heaven and turned to ash. But her stubborn and determined spirit lead her to be reborn as a creature of fire. She rose from her ashes and became a phoenix.

New Look

2010-06-30T23:58:00.001-04:00

I was fooling around with the blogger template designer. xP
So my blog can be purrdy~! xD xD
I made myself a background too! Yay photoshop!! :D
Any suggestions on anything else I should change? :)

VIVA~!

2010-06-21T09:45:00.001-04:00

PORTUGAL~! PORTUGAL~! PORTUGAL~!
7-0~!!!!
7 GOALS!!!!!!!!!
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
X3 !! <3 <3 <3 ~!!!!!!!!

Space Girl

2010-06-18T21:18:00.002-04:00

I think it came out cool ;3

Hinata's Vendetta

2010-06-17T20:22:00.002-04:00

Inked and colored on photoshop :)

this is a lil joke for any Naruto fans ^^
for those who don't know Naruto it's a manga
They're ninjas lol
Hinata, a really shy ninja girl that kicks butt, confessed to Naruto (after about a 100+ chapters of ppl waiting to see her confess) and her confession motivates Naruto to kick some evil ninja's butt.
But then we never get to see Naruto go talk to Hinata after the fight is over. SHe's just cast aside, and forgotten and ignored. It's beeen like 50+ chapters sinsce then and still NO HINATA! :P well this is what I invison should be her reaction once Naruto goes back to his village and goes to see her ^^

click on the image to see it close up and find out what Naruto is saying :)

Memories Lost in Time

2010-06-17T20:12:00.000-04:00

inked and colored on photoshop

Nyan~! x 4

2010-06-15T21:41:00.001-04:00

A kitty girl in 4 different styles

colored on photoshop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~colored in colored pencils

inked ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~pencil sketch

B.U.F.F.

2010-06-07T21:57:00.001-04:00

I <3 Zombies way too much

B.U.F.F.

Best Undead Friends Forever

Why live in Reality, when Fantasy is so much better?

2010-06-05T12:43:00.002-04:00

The Game and Hippies

2010-06-05T12:42:00.000-04:00

You Just Lost The Game --colored

Original Sketch

Hippies-colored

Hippies-not finished colored but looking really cool

original sketch

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEN~!

2010-04-14T18:00:00.001-04:00

It's my bff Jen's birthday~! This was her birthday present! A drawing of her and Kyoya from Ouran High School Host Club ^^I'm so glad u liked it Jen!!

ZOMBIE COOKIES!

2010-04-11T01:00:00.002-04:00

My friend Natalie came over and we made Zombie Sugar Cookies! They were awesome! It was lots of fun ^-^ and a huge mess! But we cleaned it up! Nat and I have this weird obssession with zombies ^^ hahaha most people dont understand it but we dont really care! ZOMBIES R AWESOME! and that is all that needs to be said !

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

for more pictures of the cookies check out my Facebook ^^

Tribute to the Greek Gods

2010-02-22T21:51:00.001-05:00

ATHENA VS POSEIDON

If someone asked me to pick a set of Gods or a God that I wish were absolutely and undisputably real, I would pick the Greek Gods. Now, these guys knew how to have a fun time! I have always had a fascination towards Greek Mythology. I don't really know why, but I love the Greek Gods and Goddesses, they're just so FUN! They're crazy! They're wild! They're definetly far from perfect! I just think having these guys around would make the world very exciting to say the least.

'Kay, so the drawing above was colored on photoshop. I think it came out ok, I need to start fooling around more on photoshop. There are some really cool effects and stuff I just need to practice using them.

Tomorrow, I'm going to color in the drawing of this in my notebook with pencils and I'll post it here to see which came out better.

Below is the inked version, not colored.

The drawing is of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Justice, standing off against Poseidon, the great big God of the Sea! Athena and Poseidon are big rivals, always arguing and trying to out do each other. One of their famous "battles" was their contest to see which God would get the city Athens named after them. (Obviously Athena won) Each of them was to present a gift to the people of Athens and the people would name their city after the God with the best gift. Poseidon gave them a spring of seawater, and Athena gave them an olive tree. The people decided the olive tree was more useful and a better gift so the Athena became their patron Goddess (of awesomness ;) ).

M3H

2010-02-21T17:53:00.000-05:00

This is me.

I am bored.

I haven't done anything the past week.

I had vacation.

I was lazy.

This is me,

being bored.

Pour Haiti

2010-01-22T21:16:00.000-05:00

Survive

Even,

when all has crashed down around us,

when all that we know and love has been destroyed,

when crying children fill the streets,

when families have been torn apart,

when all seems to be lost,

we must still go on.

We must grab onto the strands of hope

that lay hidden and frayed,

within the rubble of our fears.

We must be strong,

and we must survive.

We must not let disaster keep us down.

We must struggle on,

and we must thrive!

To those strands of hope, we will hold onto,

and we shall plant them into the ground.

So they may grow, so they may flourish,

and so a new and better age can arise

from beneath our shattered dreams.

Hear us now, world!

Hear us loud and clear!

Do not forget us!

We are strong,

and we will survive!

Hear us now, world!

Hear us loud and clear!

We will survive!

But only with your help.

Un poème pour Haïti,
nous ne t'oublierons pas.
Nous sommes ici pour t'aider!
Vivre Haïti!
Demain va être meilleur!

Please help Haiti!
Donate by:
Calling 1-877-99-HAITI
texting GIVE to 50555
or going online to hopeforhaitinow.org
Thank you!

When Trees Begin To Talk

2010-01-10T11:02:00.000-05:00

I had to write a poem with personification in it fro a test in Creative Writing:

One day I went for a walk,
and the trees began to talk.
They happily greeted me with smiles on their faces.
They told me that I should go places.
Then I bid them "good bye"
and I left with a sigh.
For you know somethings wrong,
when trees begin to talk.

A dream and a nightmare poems

2010-01-09T12:25:00.003-05:00

Sakura

I dreamed I was

                     a cherry blossom tree

                             w i t h l o n g b l o o m i n g b r a n c h e s.

Shielding

              two young lovers

                             f r o m v e n o m o u s j e a l o u s e y e s.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Suffocate

In my dream I was lost.

I wandered

              and wandered,

                           a    i    m     l    e   s   s   l   y

I felt a cold

            darkness

                      wrap

                          around

                                     me.

It wrapped

tighter

and tighter

until it

suffocated

me.

FELIZ ANO NOVO

2009-12-31T18:54:00.003-05:00

A predator chases his prey in a game never-ending game of life and death.

2009-12-21T18:19:00.007-05:00

A predator chases his prey in a game never-ending game of life and death. (a spatial poem lol)

Sneak sneak sneak sneak
sneak sneak sneak sneak

STOP.

L I S T E N.

O N

P C

escape.

runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun

hidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehide

runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun

hidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehidehide

Sneak sneak sneak sneak

sneak sneak sneak

STOP.

L I S T E N.

P U C !

O N E

Videos by Moi

2009-12-16T19:40:00.007-05:00

Two years ago in the summer I took a video editing class at RISD. It was a lot of fun. I edited three very short videos. Two that I made in a group and one that I filmed myself and everything.

The first was a short montage:

Park Montage!!

Music: Don't Stop Me Now by The Queen

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The second was a mini documentary ^^ with a British accent and everything!

All documentaries need a British accent, it's a rule of life xD.

Alternate Energy Sources: the Documentary

voice over & interviewer- me!!

~~~~~~~~~~

and the third was my final project.

NYC is Under Pressure

Music: Under Pressure- by The Queen and David Bowie :)

Plate of Knowledge and Cup of Envy

2009-12-13T21:15:00.000-05:00

Two new poems for creative writing. "Plate" and "Cup" poems... idk who comes up with these concepts. Couldn't our teacher just say write a poem about ---- ? Well anyways, I got a Plate of Knowledge and a Cup of Envy. I think they came out alright... not really sure if it's exactly what I was supposed to do but anyways...

Plate of Knowledge

An old forgotten library,

filled with dusty books.

Don't be afraid, venture inside!

You never know what you will learn.

An ancient scroll is found

holding secrets of the past.

Enlightenment is reached

after reading just a phrase.

To master the lore

from the days of old,

you must listen to the wisdom

whispered between the bookshelves.

Cup of Envy

Beauty like no other.

Clear sparkling eyes,

perfect smiles,

soft smooth skin,

silky flowing hair.

I envy those who are beautiful.

Wealth like no other.

Gold necklaces,

diamond rings,

ruby-studded gowns,

silver slippers.

I envy those who are wealthy.

Intelligence like no other.

Dozens of degrees,

hundreds of devoted pupils,

thousands of respects,

infinite career opportunities.

I envy those who are intelligent.

Mary- Chopped Version

2009-12-13T20:44:00.000-05:00

New version, I just added a stanza ( i highlighted it in red), to change Mary's fate. hehe

Mary

It was a warm summer day, and the birds were singing.

Just an ordinary June day.

Mary was returning from a joyous day at the zoo

“Hello!” Mary called out. “I'm home!”

Complete silence was the only thing to greet her.

Concerned, she began to search for her family.

She searched all of the first floor,

but not a soul she found.

“How strange! How very odd this is!” she thought.

To continue her search Mary ventured upstairs.

The first room's door was wide open.

But the room was empty of life.

The second room was just the same.

Mary approached the third room,

now starting to get frightened.

This door was shut closed.

Slowly she opened the door.

It creaked and squeaked as it opened.

The room was pitch dark,

though outside it was a bright shinning day.

The curtains were drawn, and let in

only a thin sliver of sunlight.

Mary stepped into the room, and nearly slipped.

A strange dark liquid was spilled on the floor.

Mary bent down and dipped her finger in the liquid.

It was thick, and its scent was strong and metallic.

Mary put her finger towards the sunlight.

The liquid was a vivid red.

Her heartbeat quickened, and Mary stepped back.

She groped the wall for the light switch.

She turned on the light and her heart skipped a beat.

Lying on the floor in a bloody heap

were her family and neighbors.

Mary's eyes widened in horror.

Her hand gripped her chest.

Her heart flew into a panic.

Mary took a step back,

wishing to escape the terror

that was right in front of her

She felt an odd presence behind her.

It breathed a warm putrid breath onto her neck.

Mary turned and jumped away.

A white clothed figure stood in the doorway.

Breathing heavily, the figure stepped closer,

and closer, and closer to Mary.

Mary thought she heard the figure murmur her name

between each of its breaths.

“Mary...Mary...Mary...little little Mary”

she heard the figure whisper.

Mary backed away frantically,

distancing herself from the figure.

“Mary...Mary...Where's your lamb? Where's your little little lamb?”

the figure moaned.

The hairs on Mary's neck stood up.

Mary continued to back up,

and then she hit the wall.

Cornered, Mary whimpered and slid to the ground.

She curled into a ball and hid her face.

The figure calmly put its hand under her chin,

and lifted her back up.

The figure forced Mary took look into it's empty gray eyes.

Then it grinned a fiendish grin.

It exposed its sharp white teeth,

and laughed.

Mary shuddered, the figure's laughter

caused her bones to freeze and crack.

The figure revealed a dagger from behind it's back.

It lifted the dagger in to the air,

and then it plunged the dagger into Mary's heart.

Mary's screams echoed through the home,

and then stopped abruptly.

The white figure threw Mary's lifeless body

to the ground.

Then,

swinging it's knife wildly,

it chop ped,

ch op pe d,

c h o p p e d

Ma ry

i nt o

l it tl e

b i t s.

When it was finally done,

the figure simply turned and left.

And as it left, it silently sang to itself.

“Mary had a little lamb,

little lamb, little lamb,

Mary had a little lamb,

whose fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,

Mary went, Mary went,

and everywhere that Mary went,

the lamb was sure to go.”

“But Mary tired of the lamb,

of the lamb, of the lamb.

But Mary tired of the lamb,

and she declared ' No more!'

She took it to a forest,

forest, forest.

She took it to a forest and left it there alone.”

“And though the lamb, she cried,

and cried, and cried.

And though the lamb, she cried,

Mary looked not back.

Mary left the little lamb,

the little lamb, the little lamb.

Mary left the little lamb,

and never did look back.”

“A vicious wolf, he found the lamb,

he found the lamb, he found the lamb.

A vicious wolf, he found the lamb

and the lamb was white no more.

Mary lived her little life,

her little life, her little life.

Mary lived her little life

happy forever more!”

“She never saw the lamb again,

lamb again, lamb again.

She never saw the lamb again,

until one fateful day.

The lamb's spirit returned,

returned, returned.

The lamb's spirit returned

wreaked its deserved revenge.”

Kid explains to Principal

2009-12-10T17:51:00.002-05:00

He he he 'kay so this next poem is a bit...uhm strange...and uhm borderline inappropriate xD
I had to write a narration poem in class with a partner. My partner was Rachel, a friend of mine. She's really nice :3 Well what we basically had to do was tell a fairy tale from a different perspective/point-of-view. This poem is basically what i thought of right away when she gave us the assignment and i remembered this fairy tale (I'm not telling which it is, you can figure it out :) ). Ha ha ha. Then I just ranted to poor Rachel and then she added in some details as i frantically wrote it all down xD Today I read it to class, people were quite shocked ha ha ha. I'm starting to worry my teacher a bit, 'specially after I read Mary in class too. I feel sorry for Rachel though, now they think she's as messed up as I am. Sorry Rachel! :D Well anyways here's the poem! (BTW hope no one is insulted by this poem in anyway :3 )

Kid explaining to Principal

by FE and Rachel S.

So I was walkin' through the woods

playin' hookie,

when I saw this chick

in a glass case thing!

An' she was surrounded

by these midget dudes!!

Well so, the first thing

that came to my mind

was

GANG RAPE!

So I did the only logical

thing I could do!

I grabbed a big branch,

and started whacking them with it!

An' they were flailing

an' screamin'

but I couldn't hear what

they were screamin'

since I was listenin' t' my ipod.

An' besides you can't trust

midget thugs...

or is it politicians y'can't trust?

I always get those two mixed up...

Well anyways!

Out of nowhere,

this tall dude

with tights an' a cape

jumped out!

(well he was tall compared t' the midgets)

An' he started suckin'

the chick's face off!

So naturally,

I whacked that foo' !

Well after all that,

I was just standin'

in the woods

with a bunch of

unconscious bodies

all around me.

An' since I didn't know

what else to do

I called the cops!

Unfortunately I forgot

I was supposed to be in school.

So the cops brought me here,

an' now here I am

explainin' everythin'

to you Mr. Principal!

... Hope you liked it xD...

yea this is exactly what first came to mind when i thought of Snow White, and a "different" point-of-view xD

I swear there is nothing wrong with me (or Rachel, Rachel is totally normal) I just have a very strange imagination :3

Love? a poem

2009-12-08T21:10:00.000-05:00

Had to do a model poem for creative writing. What you do is jus tthat the form of a poem and copy it but write your own poem. You just use the same number of lines, stanzes, alliterations, etc. I chose a poem by Edgar Allan Poe called A Dream. It's a really good poem. Anyways this is what I wrote, it has nothing to do with Poe's poem content-wise.

Love?

by FE Dec. 8 2009

I lay my head upon my bed.

I turn off the lights, and stare at the night sky.

I think of all the things I've left unsaid.

This melancholy feeling makes me silently sigh.

My harried heart reprimands me,

“Tell him your true thoughts” it cries.

Can I answer my hearts plea and set my feelings free?

Why not? For I do not believe these sentiments are lies.

I love him – I love him.

Are these worrisome words true?

I never knew love was so grim,

To me this intense emotion is so very new.

I cannot get him out of my head.

Without him by my side, I feel a vast void

form in a hidden part of my heart, and it fills me with dread.

I feel that if I do not tell him soon, my heart will be destroyed.

My Sonnet

2009-11-24T18:47:00.000-05:00

I had to write a sonnet for my Creative Writing Class~!
I wrote a Petrarchan sonnet. Sonnets need to have 14 lines, and 10 syllables in each line, and they have to follow an iambic pentameter (rhythm pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables, U=unstressed, /=stressed, and iamb is U/, and anapest is UU/, an iambic pentameter consists of 5 iambs, U/U/U/U/U/) .
The rhyme scheme for a petrarchan sonnet is abba abba cdcdcd or cdecde. The petrachan sonnet (or italian sonnet) consists of an octave (group of 8 lines) and a sestet (group of 6 lines). The octave must either tell a small story, ask a question or pose a problem, then the sestet comments on the story, or answers the question or solves the problem.
The shakesperean sonnet (or english sonnet) has a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd efef gg and consists of 3 quatrains (group of 4 lines) and one ending couplet (group of 2 lines). The quatrains must each describe a different aspect of a subject and the couplet sums up the poem.
And that was your English Lesson for the day ;)

Here's my sonnet :)

No Broken Heart

Tell me, how far have you traveled young one?

Desperately searching for your true love,

only to have him fly off like a dove.

Tell me now, how much farther will you run?

Will you chase after him 'till you are dun,

with hope that it is you he will belove?

I pray for you, to the angels above,

that parts of a broken heart, you'll have none.

But to tell you truth, that matters not, friend.

For if a fool thinks of harming your heart,

I will make him pay, 'till the very end.

By no man will your heart be torn apart,

'less he wishes for broken bones to mend.

He who harms you, 'll be my dead work of art.

Mary

2009-11-18T17:05:00.003-05:00

A little story/poem I wrote sometime before Halloween. It's a bit creepy so be warned.

Mary

It was a warm summer day, and the birds were singing.

Just an ordinary June day.

Mary was returning from a joyous day at the zoo

“Hello!” Mary called out. “I'm home!”

Complete silence was the only thing to greet her.

Concerned, she began to search for her family.

She searched all of the first floor,

but not a soul she found.

“How strange! How very odd this is!” she thought.

To continue her search Mary ventured upstairs.

The first room's door was wide open.

But the room was empty of life.

The second room was just the same.

Mary approached the third room,

now starting to get frightened.

This door was shut closed.

Slowly she opened the door.

It creaked and squeaked as it opened.

The room was pitch dark,

though outside it was a bright shinning day.

The curtains were drawn, and let in

only a thin sliver of sunlight.

Mary stepped into the room, and nearly slipped.

A strange dark liquid was spilled on the floor.

Mary bent down and dipped her finger in the liquid.

It was thick, and its scent was strong and metallic.

Mary put her finger towards the sunlight.

The liquid was a vivid red.

Her heartbeat quickened, and Mary stepped back.

She groped the wall for the light switch.

She turned on the light and her heart skipped a beat.

Lying on the floor in a bloody heap

were her family and neighbors.

Mary's eyes widened in horror.

Her hand gripped her chest.

Her heart flew into a panic.

Mary took a step back,

wishing to escape the terror

that was right in front of her

She felt an odd presence behind her.

It breathed a warm putrid breath onto her neck.

Mary turned and jumped away.

A white clothed figure stood in the doorway.

Breathing heavily, the figure stepped closer,

and closer, and closer to Mary.

Mary thought she heard the figure murmur her name

between each of its breaths.

“Mary...Mary...Mary...little little Mary”

she heard the figure whisper.

Mary backed away frantically,

distancing herself from the figure.

“Mary...Mary...Where's your lamb? Where's your little little lamb?”

the figure moaned.

The hairs on Mary's neck stood up.

Mary continued to back up,

and then she hit the wall.

Cornered, Mary whimpered and slid to the ground.

She curled into a ball and hid her face.

The figure calmly put its hand under her chin,

and lifted her back up.

The figure forced Mary took look into it's empty gray eyes.

Then it grinned a fiendish grin.

It exposed its sharp white teeth,

and laughed.

Mary shuddered, the figure's laughter

caused her bones to freeze and crack.

The figure revealed a dagger from behind it's back.

It lifted the dagger in to the air,

and then it plunged the dagger into Mary's heart.

Mary's screams echoed through the home,

and then stopped abruptly.

The white figure then threw Mary's lifeless body

to the ground, and walked away.

As the figure left, it silently sang to itself.

“Mary had a little lamb,

little lamb, little lamb,

Mary had a little lamb,

whose fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,

Mary went, Mary went,

and everywhere that Mary went,

the lamb was sure to go.”

“But Mary tired of the lamb,

of the lamb, of the lamb.

But Mary tired of the lamb,

and she declared ' No more!'

She took it to a forest,

forest, forest.

She took it to a forest and left it there alone.”

“And though the lamb, she cried,

and cried, and cried.

And though the lamb, she cried,

Mary looked not back.

Mary left the little lamb,

the little lamb, the little lamb.

Mary left the little lamb,

and never did look back.”

“A vicious wolf, he found the lamb,

he found the lamb, he found the lamb.

A vicious wolf, he found the lamb

and the lamb was white no more.

Mary lived her little life,

her little life, her little life.

Mary lived her little life

happy forever more!”

“She never saw the lamb again,

lamb again, lamb again.

She never saw the lamb again,

until one fateful day.

The lamb's spirit returned,

returned, returned.

The lamb's spirit returned

wreaked its deserved revenge.”

Limericks

2009-11-16T20:17:00.001-05:00

My creative writing homework for the weekend was to write limericks.Which meant I had to make rhymes. I do not like rhyming. Not one bit. But despite that, I ended up writing 2 limericks!! After I wrote the first one I ended up talking in rhymes for about five minutes! XD

Here's the first one:

There once was a girl with luscious curls.

Her hair caused envy in all the girls.

So in an act of scoff,

They cut it all off,

And left her with nothing but some whorls.

(whorls are strands of hair)

Here's the second one, these were my thoughts after I wrote the first one, I kid you not!

So I just wrote that damn limerick.

Now will someone please give me the heimlich.

I can barely breath,

For I cannot believe,

That I just wrote one more limerick!

Haikus and Tankas

2009-11-12T17:49:00.007-05:00

Ok, so for my Creative writing homework I had to write a haiku (a traditional Japanese poem with 3 lines with the syllable sequence of 5-7-5) and then a tanka (a variation of the haiku but with 5 lines and the syllable sequence is 5-7-5-7-7) that responds to the haiku, then a haiku that responds to that tanka and so on. We had to do 3 of each. The idea is that there are two people having a conversation or writing notes to each other,but they were doing so in poem form. Since you know EVERYONE talks in the form of a haiku and/or tanka. *rolls eyes*

Well, anyways, these were the 6 poems I wrote. The two people are arguing about wheter cats or wolves are better. (<- an inside joke between my bff Jen and me. She's a wolf and I'm a cat) They were rather fun to write!

The clever kitten pounces
her prey is captured swiftly.
The fiercest creature.

The wise wolf awaits,
he listens patiently
for his prize to falter.
The wolf sweeps in for the kill.
He is the fiercest creature.

Soft fur, and bright eyes.
A graceful elegant form.
A beast of beauty.

The cunning shadow,
of the wolf in the full moon.
His sleek, fearsome
figure inspires awe in all.
He is the most beautiful.

A friendly feline
purrs comforting harmonies.
The kindest critter.

The wolf, he is a
loyal companion, he will
never leave a friend.
Faithful to the very end.
He is the kindest critter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PS go visit my mom's blog! she made a video of my past birthday cakes and they're very cool. My grandma, Vovo Lene, made most of them and they are works of art in cake form!

My Birthday!

2009-11-09T14:32:00.004-05:00

'Ello!!

Today is my 16th birthday!!

HUZZAH! PUZZAH!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

:D :3 :D :3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D:3:D

I'll try to post more often! Promise! But for now here's a drawing I made around Halloween time. I know it's late but for me Halloween is EVERYDAY!

Also I dyed a small part of my hair red! I'll try to post a pic of it soon!

The much long awaited SUPER MEGA POST woohoo!

2009-09-08T16:54:00.011-04:00

Here they are! All the drawings I did this summer, but not counting the work I did in the art class in Porto I'll put up tht stuff later. :) Hope you like them!

My attempt at a realistic sketch of Maya

Maya as a monkey ^-^

U've seen this one already.

This one too. lol

Fyre Ghost Girl (I was watching Danny Phantom at the time lol)

I was bored and watching Fairly OddParents lol

What I wished my room looked like ;) it's getting there lol

Some penguins! The side doodles are by my friend Maria who lives in Toronto, Canada. Who went to Portugal for the summer like I did lol. (In case u see this Maria: PMT! PMT! )

Random doodle, some attempts at real life drawing and then doodles and a girl.

Zombie Pets! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

Honey from Ouran High School Host Club and his bunny Usa-chan

(which comes from the word usagi which means bunny in japanese btw lol)

KITTEN PIRATES! I actually have another drawing with these characters, maybe I'll put it up sometime...
The cap'n standing on the treasure chest-" MORE! MORE! I want more treasure! DIG! DIG! DIG! muahhahahaha (x infinity)"

The 1st mate who is digging-" But..but..but...I'm tired...so tired...and I ran out of rum...I need rum...rrrruuuummmmm...rum..rum..wonderful rum...

hehe just like it says Bored Beyond Belief :)

Me, me as a chibi, me as a kitty :)

Jen, chibi Jen, wolf Jen

Duva, chibi Duva, monkey Duva

Mello: She's beautiful! So perfect!

Near: She reminds me of someone, but I'm not sure who..hehehe

I wonder how many ppl will get this one and truly appreciate it lol

Character from a story I'm working on. She's a moon goddess.

Another one. She's a sun goddess.

A flower/tree spirit. :)

...no comment... ^^

Girl on left (my friend Dadinha)- Queres jogar? (Want to play?)

Me- Ok! eu gosto de ganhar! (ok! i like winning)

btw this REALLY happened lol

A fallen angel is discovered by a young girl, but the angel has suffered so much it trusts no one. What is the angel's past, that has scarred and left it so untrusting?

Will the girl be able to win over the angel's trust with her kind smile and welcoming hand?

Another character form te story I'm writing :)

It's a cat :)

A girl who might be in the story I'm writing lol.

My friend Nat says this is Maya with Panda ears lol

To me it was just a random sketch lol, but now it can be Maya with Panda ears lol.

Hold me close and slowly whisper in my ear

those sweet words of love I long to hear.

Hold me tight and never let go.

Let me feel you're heart beat next to mine

for just a while longer.

Our love is forbidden but that will never stop us.

Our hearts are one.

So let us remain locked in eachothers embrace

for as long as we can.

Every minute is precious.

We shall not spend our time together

in fear of discovery.

We will enjoy and savor every touch and every kiss.

So please whisper those sweet words of love

one last time.

I love NY

A dark emo girl

Some bad Pandora Hearts sketches lol

<(= ^ - ^ =)>

So are they any good? :)

TOMORROW!

2009-09-07T21:35:00.001-04:00

ELLO!! TOMORROW IM GOING TO POST ALL MY DRAWINGS TOMORROW! I SCANNED THEM ALL TODAY SO I JUST HAVE TO ATTACH THEM TO A POST WHICH TAKES FOREVER! AND I NEED TO SLEEP NOW!! SO TOMORROW! I PROMISE!

Back!!

2009-08-13T08:27:00.002-04:00

Hello everyone!! I'm back from Portugal!!! I missed you alll!!
I've decided that on the last day of summer I'm going to write a super mega post with all the drawings I've done this summer!! And then I'm going to try to draw something everyday and post it on the blog.
Oh and recently I've discovered that my friends actually do read my blog!
They rrrreeeaaaalllllyyyy should try commenting once in awhile cuz comments motivate me to post more and more posts = better blog lol.
:)

Hi!

2009-07-19T07:31:00.004-04:00

Hi!! How is everyone? I´m here in Portugal! This is the first time I´´ve been able to access the internet since I´ve been here..heh heh.. Tomorrow I start my art classes at the University of Porto!! YAY!! I´m not sure when I´ll be able to post again though. I just wanted to say hi! I´ve been writting a lot not too much drawing though.. Well that´s all for now!!

by the way
I changed the blog to have Portuguese flag colors!!

Yes I'm Lazy...deal with it

2009-07-07T21:15:00.011-04:00

Ah the summer... The time when I go to bed late and wake up late. SUMMER!!
The time of year when I get to be as lazy as I want!!! YAY!!But just because I haven't posted and I've been lazy doesn't mean I haven't drawn anything. Yes that would be a lie because I couldn't survive without drawing and that means that if I hadn't drawn anything I'd be dead ans thus not writing this. But just in case you don't believe me here's some drawings I did today in my brand new notebook!! (yay new notebook!!)

This is a drawing that I kinda based of a Hello Kitty pencil case my little sister Maya had.
I turned Hello Kitty into a girl and the little bears into little angel boys.

This is the pencil case.

Then I turned MY Usahana pencil case into a picture too.

Voila!

Well anyways on the 9th (IN 2 DAYS!!) I'm going to Portugal!! Where I will be taking some art classes!! YAY! I'll try to post when I can but if I can I'll post all my stuff when I get back! :D

YAY PORTUGAL!!

Also I changed the blog to make it more summery!! :)

SUUUMMMMMMERRRR SSUUUMMMEEERRR

2009-06-24T10:01:00.003-04:00

Today I begin my FIRST day of summer vacation.
I went to school took my last final exam. Chemistry, which was not as horrid as I thought it would be but that might be because I study from 11:3o am to 10:00 pm yesterday, don't get me wrong however it was still rather bad. But enough of that! ITS SUMMER NOW! HUURRAH!! (sigh I only wish the weather was like summer... it's been raining for the past week eck xP )

Now I'm going to go take a bubble bath, and then I am going to R-E-L-A-X!
Tommorrow I might be going to the beach with some friends,on our annual last day of school beach trip. =D

~~~~~~~~YAY!!! SUMMER VACATION!!!!!~~~~~~~~

Who's that POKEMON?!

2009-06-19T18:28:00.007-04:00

As there is only one more week of school left final exams have begun at my school. Today was a regular day except the last two periods would be for the 7th period exam. I, however, had gym 7th period and since not much is done in gym that you can be tested for we had taken the test on Monday. This left me with absolutely nothing to do for about 2 hours since I had no ride, because Elsa and Ze are in Boston, because Elsa had a surgery on Wednesday. Check her blog for details.
Anyways, that left me with two hours in the cafeteria to use as I wished. So what did I do with my spare time? I watched videos on my ipod and drew. Recently my friend Jen has gotten me re-addicted to Pokemon, which I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing. But being re-addicted as I am I decided to draw my own Pokemon. :) I think they came out kinda cute. :)

Since I had a lot of time on my hand I also wrote some stats for them.

Darkoneko
Pronunciation: Dar-ko-neh-ko
Type: Feline
Element: Fire/Psychic/Dark
Attacks/Techniques:
Psychic Rawr, Dark Flames, Hypnosis, Telekinesis, Teleportation, Scratch Fire, Shadow Meow and more
Good Against: ALL!
Bad Against: NONE!
Evolves into: Nightneko

Nightneko
Pronunciation: Nite-neh-ko
Stats: same as Darkoneko's but awesomer. I didn't have time to write them and I don't feel like doing them right now either. ;P

PS neko is cat in japanese and koneko is kitten