The Story of One Girl

This is a going to be about the Myanmar disaster, and in memory of the up-to 100,000 people thought dead there, the children who are now orphaned, and all of the people affected by this. The death of loved ones, the knowledge that this could take years to clean up.

The military government isn't helping matters, either. They've only just allowed one US relief plane to cross the borders carrying relief supplies on Monday. How can a government, no matter how tough they try to be, see hundreds of thousands of their own people suffer because they're reluctant to let relief services in. The US, the most powerful country in the world, with probably the biggest chance of helping the devastation in Maymar right now, is willing to help, and they're saying only one plane. C'mon, you'd have to be fricking insane!! The UN has sent in some food shipments, something which is desperately needed, and the government has seized them, taken them away from those who need it most.

The country is dying, and there is practically the whole world out there willing to help, and they turn their backs on them, on us, on a way to right themselves. And even with one plane, most of the supplies won't reach the people that are most in need. The people in rural regions, the poor, and others. They say that it will, and even if the US does (by some fricking miracle, with the help of neighboring countries) get more planes in there, there's a high chance that those people still won't be helped, that months from now, they'll still be desperate for food, clean water, clothes.

There are agencies out there ready to help which you can donate to, even if they won't be let in just yet. I know I'm going to donate to The Red Cross NZ, but there are plenty of others out there.

Here are a few: Oxfam, Tearfund, The Red Cross (American, but others for other countries), World Vision and Rotary International.

I've been a bit obsessive about accents recently, and have been completely annoyed to my forum friends (sorry everyone!) about it, so I'll come here and post some stuffies about it. And yes, stuffies is a word, so don't start contradicting me. This post will be about the New Zealand accent, which is the one I use. Although I don't know I use it, because I live in NZ and we all sound the same to ourselves, except for voice tone....Anyway, let's get started.

I'll have some YouTube videos, and some of my commentary on such things.




Kiwi accents are apparently.......er.....weird? I don't get that, personally. I think American accents are far weirder, although, then again, I can't really hear myself or other kiwis speak in said accent. All the accents of the people above me sound perfectly normal, although others would argue.

And I really can't be bothered writing anything else, sorry.

Apparently, the 'Zealand' in New Zealand isn't a word. Sorry, folks, but you're going to have to do more to get us off this planet.

Sometimes, on the really bad days, it seems like I'm on the outside, looking in. It doesn't feel real, and my imagination goes haywire, trying to get away from it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes; sometimes I'm just desperate enough to get away that I don't realize anything, and wake up in a world I remember, but don't really know.

I walk a lot, hoping that by the time I get back, then it'll be all over, that I'll be able to fake it to myself that I'm perfectly normal, that this only happens in the movies. It also gives me a chance to clear my head, to make up stories like you did when you were 9, and just wanted to get away from the boring holidays when your friends weren't around. I still keep that frame of mind, sometimes, when I'm really hurting.

But, truthfully, it never stops. Even in the months where there's no way it can happen, because it's not there anymore. Some people say that being scared comes and goes, depending on where you are and who's there, but here, it never goes away. It haunts this place insanely, never releasing it's grip on the world.

No wonder I'm quiet, even when I have the world to say.

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Depressing post, I know. I'll leave you to figure that one out.

xoxo

It's getting colder, rainer, there are thunderstorms at the right time of the year, and the only thing my thoughts are on is curling up with a cup of my world famous Cadbury Drinking Chocolate and reading every book in a 10km radius--it must be winter. Well, it's not utter winter, yet, but it seems to be working towards it, which is awesome.
For all those who don't know me that well, then let me introduce you to my love of winter, which I have fondly named Winove. Half winter, half love. I'm oh-so creative tonight, aren't I?

The only thing I miss about summer is being able to walk up and down beach country roads, with the sun setting behind me at 9 o'clock at night, thinking about everything and nothing. Now, at the touch of winter, I exchange road walks (while feisty dogs bark at me behind high yard fences) for my lovely sheepskin, NZ made, traditional kiwi slippers, which I took a picture of especially for you darls.



Be jealous!
Haha. They are deliciously cosy, though, and you can buy some here, plus some other cool as sheepskin stuff, too. It's all NZ made and goes towards our economy. No sheep were harmed in the making of them, and it's a traditional process. Can be shipped anywhere in the world between 5-15 days, if you have an urge to send them around the world to somewhere, but the prices are in NZ dollars, so please use the exchange rate, and there is a price of shipping, but they're really worth it, trust me.

Okay, so now, after helping our economy (as all good kiwis do) I will continue with my winter rant.

I live up north, in the biggest city in NZ called Auckland, which has a population of 1.5 million (but is pretty spread out), so I don't see any snow unless I go down south to Taupo, or the South Island, so that part of Winter doesn't touch down to us, but we have the other fantastic things, which include thunder, rain and hail storms, running for cover between classes, going down to the fantastic coffee shop around the corner while being pelted by orange sized hail stones, and curling up and reading for month upon month. Yep, for some people it mightn't be their cup of tea, but for me, it's love.

So be original, and grab onto my Love Winter campaign!

P.S. Apparently, Taupo isn't a word. It is, dearies, it is. And it's pronounced (properly, even though I never pronounce it like this) Toe-pour.
Depending on your accent, that is.

I'm going to write a boring post today, about what I did yesterday. I'll start, now, then.

Yesterday, I was forced to go to the movies with my mother's friend's daughter, Mollie. She's not that bad, really, a little spoiled, but that's just her. We went to see St. Trinian's, which just came out her, although it's been out in the US forever. Yeah, our movies suck--tell me about it.

Anyway, we went to the mall in Henderson and bought some coffee, then went for a walk around the suburbs, which was quite productive because we found the cutest little reserve place, where I took pictures. Then we kept drinking and walked back to the mall and cinema, went in and watched it. I actually quite liked it. It was funny to an extent, very girl=power-y and one of the better films I've seen. Then, we went for another walk back to the reserve place, except we didn't stop there and stopped instead on the steps leading down to a pathway which then led to it, and sat down there. I took some more pictures (as you do) and then rolled down the mound next to us, with Mollie filming me. And then she did it.

But anyway, I'll finish this post with 101 pictures! Enjoy. (Click to enlarge.)

Bwah. I don't feel like typing anything but randomness today. I don't feel like writing a long post, ranting about something or another and probably insulting at least half the world. Yes, for all of those who are staring open-mouthed at this page, I can be normal once in a blue moon.
I also don't feel like writing about nothing. It's a very contradictory and strange feeling. Half and half.

It's nearly ANZAC day. A day to remind us of all the people who died in the wars, who gave up their lives for us. There's always a dawn parade ending at the museum, which I've never been to, but I would like too, some time. War interests me, but the sadness of it all, the giving up of innocent and willing lives for a 'better world' is disgusting. A world is not good when it can give up lives without a fight, where it can press people to die for something that will never make the world a better place, no matter who wins and loses.

I've written a poem for English class from the eyes of a soldier just before they get sent off to war. He's seeing what's happening around him, making notes of everything and nothing. The pieces of life he'll never see again.

It's my birthday! Yup, I age another year. I feel so old, despite the fact that I don't feel physically any different than I did at 2:09am this morning. I keep scaring my mum by saying, "I can't believe I'm 1_ years old." See, I can scare my own mum.

We're going out to dinner at an Italian restaurant tonight, after maths tutoring (which I tried to get out of....) and shopping for some birthday presents. Yeah, my mum is so unorganized we have to go shopping for presents on my birthday, with me there.

My wish list went like this:

• Books
• Book vouchers
• More books
• More book vouchers
• A new phone
• Some more clothes
• A nice winter day
• Snow
• Books
• Book vouchers
• A trip to Borders

Including even more book wishes. Of course, I can't get the books until we finally make it into Queen Street and the Borders there (which might be closing soon *sniffles*) because all the other NZ owned book shops are shit.

Technically, they shouldn't even be called book shops--they don't deserve that name. More like stationery shops with the occasional bestseller and the whole collection of Harry Potter books scattered here and there.

One good thing about America, darlings, they have good bookshops. Feel lucky, huns.

I've also changed my career path. I want to be a lawyer, not an oncologist. Why, you may ask? Because I felt like medicine was something I have wanted to do for so long, that when I got around to thinking about why I wanted to do it, I couldn't come up with a good reason except for, "My family is expecting me too." I've basically brainwashed myself for all these years, that I can barely tell what I want anymore. I also have a major fear of disappointing people, and a lot of the time, what I want is the opposite of what others want me too do. So, basically, I have to pick a side. My supporters, or myself.

Not that hard of a choice, you may say, but I can be a doormat if I feel like it. But, finally, after lots of coffee, kick ass horrible poetry, 2 books I've finished reading, half a ton of research into my soul, and more than my fair share of time of pointless crap websites, I have come to the conclusion that I rock socks, and I should do what I want.

Which, I realize, is what I've always known.

It's the 1st of April, 2008. Also known fondly, popularly and not-so-fondly as April's Fools Day, '08. It sends shivers up my spine, despite the fact it's only 5 more days until my 1_ birthday. Yep, it's my birthday on April 5th, and I expect Happy Birthday's, so I'm forewarning you. There's no excuses. xD

I'm also, apparently, getting a new cell phone for my birthday. It's a Sony Ericsson W550i, in silver. It's pretty freaking awesome, if I do say so myself. We're hoping to get it for about $200 on TradeMe.

Right now, I am supposed to be reading a book for English, which I said I'd read and then tell the class about. But I only gave myself half a day to read it, so I should probably not be on here right now, blogging about reading it, but actually reading it. But it's only 113 pages (in smallish print, I must admit) so it shouldn't take me that long. Maybe an hour, if that.

But I don't have much to blog about today. Just wanted to remind you all about my birthday, brag about the phone and tell you about what I should be doing.

But one quick question: Why is it always when you're supposed to be reading when you don't want too, and when you're not supposed to be, or when you can, you can read like no body's business. It's strange.

xoxo
Eilish-wa.

....That this journal was supposed to be about writing, and it hasn't actually seen much writing in the time it's been up, and no, I don't have one of my wonderfully fantastic excuses to use. So I'm just going to tell the truth, for once, and not use some excuse. I just don't feel like blogging about writing. How do you blog about writing, anyway? Do you talk about how you use your imagination to make up fantastic characters or about the way you plot the outline? Maybe I would actually post about it if I had anything to post about. Right now, there are no stories in the works, but poetry is. My current poetry work is about insanity and the people I've met on my way there.
It's no where near finished, but here's the rough draft of it, anyway. I'll put in the things I've scratched out, just so you can see how far I've come.

This is going to be a sensitive topic for some, but it's one I could argue forever, so I'm going to rant about it. It'll probably be a little more than just religion, though.

I go to a Catholic school, despite the fact I'm no where near Christian or Catholic, so please don't say that I "don't know anything," because I do. I've gone to a religious school my whole life, have gone through my intense Catholic phrase, where I read the whole freaking bible (it's not awesome, trust me), and have gone through almost all the known religions in my years on this Earth (for the millionth time). I think I may know something, you know? Anyway, let's start my rant.
Oh, and this is not supposed to be disrespectful in any way. We're all allowed our own opinions and views, and I won't stand in front of them.

Religion. What is it? A belief in a higher power, of something after this Earthly life, or the belief that the life cycle will continue for all of eternity, which, as the name states, goes on forever. There are so many different religions, for them all to be true must mean we have hundreds of thousands of higher powers, of beliefs, of reincarnations, of heavens and of hells. They could all be true, or they could all be false.
In my opinion, a religion is a belief in something past this world, pulling strings in this one. If that's true, then I don't have a religion, or I have a mix of a lot of religions.

So we're all clear on what my perspective is, my beliefs are:

• The circle of life goes on forever, until the end of time, infinitely, for eternity. It never stops, and there will be no 'Second Coming' of anyone.
• We are all reincarnated, basing on who we were in a past life. We've all have cazillions of lives, and in cazillions of life forms--except we can't remember them.
  
• There's no such thing as Heaven, and no such thing as Hell. You do not suddenly end up in fluffy white clouds, breathing in the aroma of freshly cooked cookies when you die (sarcasm).
  
• You can't walk on water, turn water into wine, or anything of the sort. It's not humanly possible, and no one will or has ever been able too. Wanna argue with me? Go ahead.
  
• We are the makers of our own lives. Our choices are ours alone, and what we will end up doing is ours alone. There's no excuse for shooting people dead, or attacking someone. It's your choice, unless you have a mental illness.

And I have plenty more, mostly centering around Christianity/Catholicism, but a few from other cultures.

Religion, for me personally, is just a way that insecure and unsure people make an excuse for actions, deeds and reasons the world is what it is and people are like they are. It's a way of living, of committing to something and following rules to keep themselves in order, because they're not strong enough to keep themselves good without a good reason too. I want to be evil, so I will be evil, but if I wanted to be good, then I would have the will-power enough to do that, too. Humanity in general just doesn't have enough will power to stay on their own track if they don't believe there's something at the end of it for them.
Which ultimately makes us the most selfish race in the World.

How's that for logic? I can insult myself, and not feel guilty about it. I can insult the whole freaking world, and not feel guilty. I'm awesome like that.

Have you ever noticed that religion is the only thing in the whole world that can change history? According to each belief system in different religions, different things are true and false, different things happened and for years to come, we will continue to contradict each other. We should be more worried about what's coming tomorrow, that what's going to happen in 50 years, or what happened 100,000 years ago.

I like history, but I like the plain, blunt history. The stuff without walking on water or the world being made in 7 days or 100 years. I like Kings beheading wives, and the dramas of the past, not the fluffy, all-good-doer stories of them.

But there's one thing that blunt history points too, every time: Humanity is self-destructive. Every second of every day, we come closer to destroying ourselves, and we haven't even realised it yet.

Global warming, right now, if probably the least of our worldly worries. We have to concentrate on bringing the world together, and one people, not shoving it apart with different opinions, religions and stereotypes. Or one day, we might find that there's no one 'up there' to help up.

Now wouldn't that make for an interesting history lecture?

I'm off to Taupo, my darlings. Taupo is a town named after it's main lake, Lake Taupo, which was created when it blew up long ago. Yeah, it's a volcano, and yes, it could blow at any time, because there's no such thing as an existent volcano.

Anyway, I'll be back on Tuesday, my time, and I promise to take photos to show you all, because it's just beautiful there. Truly beautiful, and I think people don't understand exactly how beautiful.

It's my favourite place in the world, literally. I love it too death, and when I do eventually die, I'm going to have my ashes scattered over Lake Taupo.

Just to tell you where I was going, and get you in suspense for the gorgeous photos you will see.

It's going to be an overload of beauty, so be prepared.

Of course, there's also the 3 hour car ride, which I'm not looking forward too. I get travel sickness occasionally, even at my age, and it's horrible. That's what makes me hate vacations so much. The travel sickness is horrible. Plus the fact my anxiety disorder hates new places, but I hope that because Taupo has been such a prominent figure in my childhood, and now teenage-hood, that it'll let up and leave me be.

Ah well, only one way to find out. You'll get pictures either way.

*Nods*

Peace Love Apples. The three ingredients to a stable society--in my eyes, anyway. Apples means individuality, for all those people who are looking at this post and going, "What the hell?".

I made it up in Chinese class, when I go really insane, freaked out my teacher [which is usually really hard], and most of the class. But I think it's one of my more genius ideas, don't you?

Okay, so it doesn't really go with my Evil World Dominator plans, in the general definiton of it, but why can't there be PLA as well as plans to blow everyone I dislike and is ruining this world blown up? Some people may say they completely contradict each other--which they do, to some extent, but it's all about the way you work with them.

After blowing the People [the ones who will die] up, then I can put PLA into action. It's so much easier to have Peace, Love and Apples in a world that only has 1000 people in it, than one with more than 6 billion, more than half of them completely ignorant of the state our world is in today.

There's a reason PLA will never work in today's society, no matter how many times the world's leaders group together and say, "You need to do this, and that, and that other thing." This reason is that there is just too many people, with too many conflicting emotions and beliefs to make it work. There's too many leaders contradicting each other, and too much hurt going around to ever make it work.

There's hate, war, heartache, murder, destruction and violence, just to name a few, which are stopping this world from getting to it's full potential. I'm here to make this happen.

But too make it work, we must all join together as one, and make something out of nothing. We must plant Peace, Love and Apples into people's souls. Of course, it's never going to work if we don't have a certain degree of obedience as well. If you let people get too free, the world will repeat itself, and all our hard work will be forgotten.

We need to remember the past. Because those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it. And that's what the world's so-called leaders are doing right now, every second of every day of every week of every year of every decade. They are repeating the past.

And one day, there's not going to be any past left to repeat, and we'll go up in a pile of smoke and ashes when North Korea finally decide the world is too much hassle not to blow up.

So spread the word. PLA is the future.

I have some funny quotes and stories from my vacation down in Hawke's Bay. They're mostly from the driving (6 freaking hours!) from and to. I wrote them down because I had nothing better to do.

"There's a major intersection in the middle of nowhere? Typical NZ." --Me

"A HORSE!!! No, wait, it's a cow. I don't think my glasses are working properly......"--Me

"Dad......That cow has been following us and looking at me for a good 20 minutes now......I'm starting to get scared......"

"POLICE!!!!! Come here!!! I've been forced to come on this stupid family reunion/vacation thing!!!! IT'S A CRIME!!!!" *Yelling out my window to a police car following*. ---Me

"The trucks are making me sick. I don't want to see another one ever again!" --Me, after what seemed like 100 trucks had gone past in a little under an hour.

We were nearly at Taupo, our day stop on our way to Hawkes Bay, when the ham sandwich I'd been forced to eat by Mum decided it didn't like the 3 hours driving we had been doing. I, of course, feeling like I wouldn't live, insisted we stop the car in the middle of a country road. Of course, that wouldn't have been a problem if there hadn't been whole Auckland sized traffic line behind us. Dad pulled to the side, but one driver, sensing something wasn't quite right, came to my door at the moment I proceeded to open it and throw up all over his beautifully polished expensive shoes. Serves him right.

I usually don't talk a lot during driving, for the reason that my stomach doesn't like it. Of course, my usually very talkative mind decided it was time to talk, when a cow in the paddock we were driving past lay down. My mind, finding this impossibly funny for some reason, sent me into hysterical laughter. Dad had to stop the car.

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Yeah, I have more, but that's the basic glitch of it.

I had fun!

xoxo
Eilish-wa, aka Evil World Dominator

Insane is a word which apparently describes me fantastically well. I've even been known too, on occasion, admit that I'm not exactly.....er....sane.

Insane adj 1: date, offensive suffering from a mental illness or psychological disorder.  2 dated, offensive intended for mentally ill people : an inane asylum. 3 Utterly absurd: an insane suggestion.

I, personally, don't think I have a mental illness, although that is debatable among certain members of my acquantice. Okay, and I admit that my mum thinks I'm a little insane occasionally as well, but that's not the point. Don't look at me like that. My mother has different views from what's insane than I am.

Okay, so I might act just a little bit like that hyper squirrel from Hoodwinked, but he wasn't insane. Just hyper. If he was real, we could totally bond, I bet you.
He'd be my new best friend.

My definition of insane/insanity would go something like this:

Insane adj: Someone who does their own thing, isn't afraid to be themselves and lives in a near-permanent state of hyperness.

Mainly because that describes me perfectly. I know myself so well, don't I? No wonder you all bow down to me in praise.

But anyway, back to the original subject, although I do like talking about my plans to take over the world and my supporters.

There's this quote which I absolutely love. I think it describes insanity near perfectly, and I feel like I could totally understand the person who wrote it.

Here it is: For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.---Jean Dubuffet

See? Isn't it just perfect? Although I do rather like my definition. Mainly because it's mine, and my imagination is proud of it.

xoxo
Eilish-wa.

Hello everyone. Today, I'm going to post about.........wait for it...........New Zealand! Aka, Land of the Long White Cloud, Aotearoa, Kiwi-land, and others which I don't know.

And I live there!!! Or is it here? I don't know, and we really don't need to go into grammar confusion at the moment, because I'll never get out.

A lot of people seem to want to know what New Zealand is like, so I decided to make a post about it, but knowing my luck all that people that keep asking me won't read it, so this is just a waste of time. But whatever--I'll type it anyway.

New Zealand is green, natural and beautiful. A lot rests on our 'clean green' image. Well, most of our economy, trade agreements and tourism industry rests on it. So you could say that if that image goes under, New Zealand will no longer be.

Our population is 4,115,771 [4 million, 115 thousand, 771], an estimate from July  2007. To give you a comparsion, most normal sized US cities by-pass. Yep, the whole of New Zealand could fit comfortably into Alanta, with plenty of space to spare. Auckland is our largest city, with just over 1.5 million people living in it---and the traffic definitely shows that. That's tiny compared to a lot of other cities around the world, where 9 million people + live. I find Auckland big enough, and like escaping to Hawke's Bay in summer for a little bit of small town time, as I call it. I can't imagine living in a place 9x that. But I'm sure I will, one day.

New Zealand has just one time zone, and is one of the closest countries to the International Date Line, which makes us one of the countries in front of the rest of the world. I quote, "So don't worry, the world's not going to end tomorrow. It's already tomorrow in New Zealand," end quote. Beat that, America.

We're pretty relaxed here in New Zealand, the type that will be found in jandals, shorts and a floppy t-shirt down at the beach in summer, and pulling sick days in winter. We don't have a lot of major events here, and murders are few and far between. We bind together to make one big nation, one big family. We hold each other up.

Crap does happen, though. We're not paradise, and it's highly unlikely we ever will be. We have the occasional murder, theft, child abuse and shooting, but doesn't every country? But we don't turn the TV off when this happens, or ignore it and watch The Simpsons. We try and help the family, and the people involved. We band together.

Sometimes, I take for granted the life I have here, forgetting that I'm lucky not to be living in some big, corrupt country with pollution and bad habits.

New Zealand is home.

And watch this video--it's an 100% Pure New Zealand one, and it rocks. I think it'll probably explain more to you than I did.


If you have any other questions, just ask, and I'll try and answer them for you.

xoxo
Eilish-wa.

Would the world be a better place if everyone was the same? If we all wore the same clothes, had the same hairstyle, did the same things, talked the same way and were generally the clones of each other?

Because that's what everyone says the moment they call someone 'emo', or 'punk' or a 'nerd'. All of those labels are designed to put us into groups, herds, like cows. But the truth is, we are nothing like cows. We have brains, the right of free speech, the right to be ourselves. Okay, so it's not legal to murder someone, but just being ourselves is so much more important than being the image someone else gives you.

In today's world, being yourself is considered as being a weird freaky outcast, and being in a group as a clone of everyone else in that group is considering 'normal'. Is that right? According to today's society, yes, it is.

What happened to the days you could wear black nail polish and eyeliner and not be called a depressed emo? Or listen to Alternative bands and not be called some other stereotype? What happened to them? Because it seems like everyone has shut off and decided that it's to hard to be yourself and let the inner person shine through.

It's harder to be someone you're not, than to be the person you are. I guess that means that people are trying hella hard to be accepted as the person they never will be.

You are never made into the person you are being cloned as, no matter how long you keep being that person. Your mind just adjusts to make you forget who you were before the stereotype you are now part of came around and swallowed you up.

So what I want is everyone to push away from stereotypes, from labels, from being someone they're not.

Because I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not.

Dear my loyal minions, which encases the whole population of this thing called the earth, you are under my command. You will all bow to me in private at this time, but one day you will bow to me in public, say my name as your ruler.

There will be no one left on this earth to argue against me at the time of my reign. The world will be mine!!!!

[Insert evil world domination laugh here].

It's pretty cool having minions, y'know? They all bow to you and call you master. Well, that's what I'm working up to. It's not completely in production yet. You'll be hearing a lot about my world domination and minions in future posts, so be prepared. Or not. It's all the more funner if I take you by surprise.

Anyway, I have the start of a poem. I'm not sure what to do with the rest of it, or even if it will morph into something bigger, or even if this will stay as the start.

Why do people not read anymore? Why has it suddenly gone out of fashion? Is it because there are 'better' things to do, that don't use so much imagination and brain activity, like TV, computers and video games? I'm proud to say that I've never played a video game, or even gone into the same house as a Playstation, etc, which I must add if extremely hard in today's society.

On that point, is today's society to blame for the lack of reading? In advertisements, the things often advertised are products that move away from reading and take away the necessity of books. When was the last time you saw an ad for a bookshop or author on the TV? I know here, the last one I can remember was at least 5 years ago. But I guess that's what they're trying to do--the dumber and less educated the person, the more likely they are to believe that life revolves around a video game.

Is marketing more like brain washing that suggesting, then? Is everything you see in an ad something to make you believe that it is the best? If so, then advertisements are there to brain wash you into thinking that you need this and that.

Okay, so advertisements are brain washing, reading is due to the brain washing of advertisements, and advertisements are made in the hope of making money.

So does it come down to money, then? Is that the reason that we don't read? When I started this post, which is kind of like a rant, I wasn't heading in that direction at all.

Even if I'm wrong, or if I'm right, this rant is over and I will type again later!

xoxo
Evil World Dominator, aka Eilish, aka Eilish-wa.

Poetry is my passion. It is what keeps me alive, what nourishes me and what keeps me safe. When I write, there is nothing but my pen and the product of it, even if I'm in the busiest place in the world, it's still only me and the words in front of me.

Poetry is basically where all my emotions leak into, and everything that is put into my poetry is mine, from the title to the ending line. When I finish a poem, I know it is completely and utterly mine. I can say, "This is mine," and know it's true. I put so much of myself into my poetry, that there's barely anything left in my own body.

My emotions and experiences affect my writing style to the point where no matter how similar the subject is, it will always be different, because there's no two experiences or emotions that are the same. Sometimes my poems are happy [rarely], sometimes my poems are depressing [more often than not] and most of the time they are realistic and people can relate to them. If I can't relate to a poem, then it's not mine.

I can relate to every one of my poems, and I always will be able too. Yes, my poems are depressing more often than not, but that's what I'm truly feeling, like it or lump it.

Poetry is my life. I would die if someone took it away from me.