
I'm 17 years old and live in Singapore (Which is a red dot on the world map. Squint your eyes people!) I am fluent in English but know a little French and Japanese. My CCA/s has been choir/ table tennis/ archery/ netball/ drama/ japanese cultural club... I can never seem to stick to one. The animal I most represent is an artic wolf.
Please view my pole! (Located at the top of the page!) And my blog if you have time. May contain spoilers and... Uploaded pictures and cosplay stuff!
I sincerely hope that you enjoy my stories. Some may be slightly/very cliched but all are authored by me. Most of the main characters in my stories are female because I find it easiest to write from my own gender's perspective.
Things I hate the most in Fanfiction/Fictionpress: Flamers & Copycats(Illegally putting up someone elses work and calling it their own. Which is also copyright!!)
Recently I've been very into J-punk fashion and cosplaying! So I haven't been writing and reading as much as i'd like too! >
For fun: 92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your ass off.
Make believe you're brave and the trick will get you far, You can be as brave as you make believe you are!- the king and I
I like to read, write, draw and sing. I suppose its up to you to judge whether its good or not. I shall improve on my writing bit by bit and any feedback, positive or otherwise is welcome as long as it is constructive.
I reccomend reading my poem 1000 faces as my number one favourite!! I re-read it many times and found that it is my best work!
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Dream Variations
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.--Langston Hughes, 1902