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Lydia has this idea that everyone should have a nicky for themselves, and she gave me the name "The Drama-Queen" -,- Rightttttt. Can I be Dancing Queen instead? :D

A/w, I'm totally in love with Poetry Slam right now. The feeling you get when you wrote a good piece (of poem) is damn satisfactory.

Chris Mooney Singh didn't come today for Ld, and Mel (it's a guy-,-) took over. I prefer Mel much much more. He sort of stood out as a rather scary/weird person at first, but then gradually I find that he's much nicer :D Although he edited the winning team's poem a little weirdly.

We were supposed to write a poem about Singapore, and Splat 1 (my team)'s poem rocked. Hard. We came up with a few dry ideas before we actually decided on one good one, which was Leyan's idea. Then we each wrote our own versions individually and then we sort of discussed over it and chose parts to combine together.

And the result was fantastic!!! I was so satisfied with what I wrote :D And to hell with those who still live in the ancient thinking of "Poetry=flowery language/cheemology". It's not! A good poem is simple and straightforward. Who gives a shit about cheemology?

Pride is our armour,
The dollar bill's our dress.
Politics is our sword,
And success is our mask.

We can't be seen;
Our faces are disappearing.

Our society is like coffee;
Sweet, fragrant, and strong.
It gives us some warmth,
But will not last for long.
At least not with that sugar cube of culture,
Melting... dissolving ...
Into a tiny, frozen,
Speck.

YAY. Mel said it was good :DDDDDDD

I feel all happy and satisfied!