Don't lie - you know we're cool. ANYWAY, this is the last day of our workshop - hopefully, we are no longer emotionally dead husks with all rebellious notion bottled up deep inside our tortured souls because now we EXPRESS OURSELVES. Or something like that.

"I AM" Poem

I am the stubborn canvas, letting those who would paint do their work only bit by bit.
My ami, who wants me to learn to dance, for God's sake
My khala, who tells me to talk normally, please
My nani, to eat breakfast/lunch/dinner, jaan
My abu, who tells me to GO TO LIFETIME (but I'll still love you no matter how you look)
My cousins, who simultaneously amuse and irritate me - Sar, will you edit my English paper?
I may be the stubborn canvas, but these paintbrushes are unrelenting (but I still love them)

Poetry (?)

I am currently taking part in a workshop from Voices Breaking Boundaries (link in the sidebar) that, among other things, is helping me to "express myself" (cue tumbleweed and chirping crickets). However, we have done a couple neat things - like, for example, written a poem about a place we consider home. May I present:

HOME

My home away from home
Another world, another place
Where I don't matter
Because I don't exist
In this world
I am transported
away from my problems
I can smile smugly
as others live and make mistakes
because that is what living is.
I can watch as pride comes before the fall,
and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
and do unto others as you would do unto yourself
because in this world these things don't apply to me
This world - my home, my homes, it should be said,
do not exist.
Instead they can be found in gleaming shelves
and between paper.
My world is located in words
My homes away from home are books.

Love it, hate it, want to burn me at the stake? Let me know.

A blog?

Hello, world. First off (if anyone cares): I am very, very, unsure about starting this blog...the quintessential blogger, it seems, is an irritating, emo, squealing, simpering pre-pubescent fangirl who thinks that the world hangs on her every word, be it her opinions about the latest development in the Disney pop world or whatever else she can think up. Obviously, I don't want to be grouped into this unfortunate category. I'll try to keep the angst to a minimum, but no promises (I am a stressed out teenager). I'd like to think my woe is mainly in the self-depracating and/or sarcastic category anyway. Er..as you were!