It has been a long time since the last time and yup! I'll start fresh again. Different blog, different kind of thing that will be posted. No more stuff that will make you shit bricks XP (I somehow love to use the shit bricks analogy since it sounded more appropriate compared to 'sembelit'. loll) Okay, so what I've been up to these few months? A lot of things. A lot of events. A lot of dramas and I can conclude that they're super hmm. *lost of words. But yeah, that's the sugar and spice of life because I'm no living in a boring and lame life. I just realized one thing about me. I do have talent in writing poem with the help of RHYMER.COM. lolll. Thanks to nique for the website. Basically, me and my friends were assigned to come up with some creative stuff and it was our assignment for 'Phonetics and Lexis of English' subject. Yup, I don't really write those cheesy and weird stuff but hell yeah! I just discovered that part of me :) feel free to read.
Today will be different,
And it has to be constant.
To prove that it is special,
I’ll start my day with an apple,
Instead of taking some caffeine,
That can’t wake me up in the mornin’
I will smile to all,
Even when I’m in the mall,
While eating my spaghetti meatball.
Dear diary,
I made it through the day,
With no dramas and the same cliché.
To feel tidy and afresh all the time,
I trimmed my hair before the teatime.
To start fresh and be someone new,
I don’t need Wushu neither Kung Fu,
But enough with me having a new hairdo.
Dear diary,
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man,
But it sure felt nice like hugging a snowman.
Until one day,
I received a bouquet,
However, it is not my birthday.
There’s a boy here in town,
Whose name I can’t pronounce,
He said that he’ll love me forever,
Though to me he is a total stranger.
Dear diary,
I couldn’t have been more wrong,
I don’t have to sing a song,
For someone to come along.
Enough with making a mistake,
To start a new handshake.
Flaws are common,
Cause it beautify perfection.
Dear diary,
Today has been different,
Because there’s no tears in silent.
I can now lay myself down on a bed of roses,
When the stranger is no more one of my crushes.
And now I can write on the brick,
‘Dear diary,
I met a guy, we talked, and that was epic’
By; Amelia Marsani
I have to admit that it was inspired from The Vampire Diaries but who cares. loll.
xo; amelia marsani
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