I think we all have a different thought and hobbies. And maybe it's not necessary to care what other people are up to but, well, you just have to care sometimes no matter what.
If they mean something to you, you will eventually care.
No drama! I'm just showing my ideas! hahaha
Monday, February 4, 2013
Haiku
My friends and I did some Haiku about winter and I wanna share some parts of them to you guys...
Well, it's nothing special, just a Haiku!
Cold wind blows through town
Sun is sleeping, leaves fall down
Here comes the winter.
Lying in my bed
Comfy pillow, comfy bed
What a great morning.
It's freezing out there
Snowflakes touch floor everywhere
Beanies and gloves on.
I think it's fun doing all this stuff. Maybe I fall in love with it....
Sorry
The video of mine can't be uploaded ._.
That's so sad but it's okay. I'll find you some videos in Youtube.
Well, Frank O'Hara read this himself. Better than my video of course! hahaha
That's so sad but it's okay. I'll find you some videos in Youtube.
Well, Frank O'Hara read this himself. Better than my video of course! hahaha
Check this out!
My friends and I have recorded this video for our Project at school and I love it so much.
Having a Coke With You
Having a Coke With You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
By Frank O'Hara
Pride and Prejudice
Pride and Prejudice is a novel by Jane Austen first published in 1813.
The story is about a girl, Elizabeth Bennett, who is intelligent, attractive, lively and witty but with a tendency to judge on first impression and well, her first impression on Mr Darcy is not really good. Mr Darcy is considered to be proud, antisocial but rich, tall and handsome. Elizabeth never likes him. But with no intention, Mr Darcy can't help falling in love with Elizabeth's personality but caused by the inferior of her family, Darcy tries to hold his feeling. But when he can no longer handle it... What can he do?
I love the book, or even the film of this is so good. <3
The story is about a girl, Elizabeth Bennett, who is intelligent, attractive, lively and witty but with a tendency to judge on first impression and well, her first impression on Mr Darcy is not really good. Mr Darcy is considered to be proud, antisocial but rich, tall and handsome. Elizabeth never likes him. But with no intention, Mr Darcy can't help falling in love with Elizabeth's personality but caused by the inferior of her family, Darcy tries to hold his feeling. But when he can no longer handle it... What can he do?
I love the book, or even the film of this is so good. <3
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