My opinion on smiles

Not all smiles are genuine. You never know the story behind each smile. I'm not saying all, of course there's genuine smiles from truely happy beings, but for some, it's much easier to put on a smile than explain to others why you're sad. Smiles can hide a lot. Most people never doubt the smiles they see. I'm not saying you should have suspicion of every smile you come across. I'm just saying. Not everyone who smiles is happy. Same thing, not everyone who's happy smiles.

Accept it, Mom

It’s been a year since I first had the dark thoughts. I was nine at that time. I’m ten now. I’m still a kid. You accept that. It’s a fact that you can’t change. Why can’t anyone accept me? I didn’t choose to be like this! It’s not my fault! Why is everybody blaming me? Ok, I know I will affect you. But I am already trying my best! What else do you want? You could have chosen not to have me come into this world. But since you let me, then you have to accept the responsibility that no matter how I am, I am YOUR DAUGHTER. Not that kid on the street. Not someone living next door. Not your friend’s cousin’s niece. You’ve just gonna got to put up with me living under the same roof as you for the next 10  years until I’m old enough to get out. OK? To please you I SHALL DIE FIRST! BEFORE THE 10 FKING YEARS! HAPPY NOW?

Sorry for the rant.

get it?

 Dude. This can't relate to me any more. I've been trying to tell people this ever since I'm old enough to understand.

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 





Maya Angelou

After my six-word poem in 2012. here's a LONGER one

Walking down the memory lane,
sometimes it brings nothing but pain.
I am not a saint,
just an ordinary soul whose heart is chained.
It's easy they said,
for time will heal all pain.
It's not easy I have tried,
with all my efforts in vain.

Quite lame...My poetry skills stink :/

Just like a pill - Lyrics

Just Like A Pill

I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can't stay on your life support,
There's a shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine,
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better,
You keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills, they were different
Maybe I should get some help

I can't stay on your life support,
There's a shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine,
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better,
You keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better,
You keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

I can't stay on your life support,
There's a shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine,
'Cause it's making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better,
You keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

Six-Word Poem - 2012

Tears fall
Blood drip
Thoughts invade
Death awaits

Ok to console myself I will take into consideration the fact that I was 9 at that time. Erm. Not bad, Eileen. 

Introduction

um, hallo. So here's a bit about me... I'm 10 years old and I'm from Singapore. I am a very bad kid and apparently my parents hate me. So does my teachers. And my classmates, basically EVERYONE. Not like I care but you know, being hated and left out and alone isn't exactly too nice. I don't really have anyone to express my feelings to, I've tried keeping a diary but writing just isn't for me. I'm far too slow and my penmanship just sucks. That's why I decided to have this blog :D if I were to actually wrote all of this down it would have taken ages. And ages. Punching on the keyboard is WAY easier. So yeah... Forgive me if the font is a little bit hard to read though :0 I just happen to like that handwriting really much... One of my life goals is to be able to write like this. But I doubt it can be achieved :/

Update: 31 December 2014

I just celebrated my 12th birthday yesterday, so now I'm officially 12! Times flies... I'm going to NUS High school next year :) yayyy because that's always been my dream and fav school :D