One more day! Or the last one!

This is the last day of August! Yay! Back to being EVIL, and sometimes nice. I know that all will hate the new me. But! I want to be that way so too bad for you! I love doing that!
Oh yeah! if you wanna ask me about anything about your life, the future, the past and whatever. Just drop me a mail and I'll see to it asap! contestshipping_rox@hotmail.com. remember! only important stuff. don't send me those threatening stuff saying : pass this on to 6 or more people or ...... (whatever) I have strict junk filtering. And put : Doctor Psycho Duck or Doctor Psycho CANARD in the title, or I'll delete it...

It's hard,
to run for miles,
to breathe hard,
and tire.

It's hard,
to swim over seas,
to struggle and paddle,
knowing not what awaits.

It's hard,
to shiver at night,
to sleep in the dark,
looking at a void.

It's hard,
to say goodbye,
to leave with tears,
casting away the loved.

It is hard to say goodbye to August, something I've somewhat been looking forward to. No poems... But I won't have many plans to talk about. Since nothing good ever comes out of my EVIL schemes. But I will try. To rid the world of HUMANS! May the BEASTs thrive for all eternity.

What a LOSER!

Yeah! No more Teachers' Day poems! Though I do enjoy writing them... But still... Feel free to use them, just don't overdo it and write my name with it! It's COPYRIGHTED! Oh yeah! Before I forget, if you want my poem or want me to write a poem, you can drop me an email. Oh yeah!(I really like saying that!) Don't ever, fall prey to a threat! Especially to someone who is TRYING TO APOLOGISE (successfully or not) ! (I'm trying to rub it in someone's face! HAH! eat SHIT!) lol... Don't worry I've somewhat gotten over it. I'm just having fun rubbing it in... Like I said earlier.


The Brave Rise (It's been so long since I gave my poems a title)

A howl gathers from beyond,
all shriek and hide,
the brave rise,
and it retreats.

A thunder roars from above,
all cover their ears,
the brave rise,
and it subsides.

A wave chrashes onto the shore,
all run to seek shelter,
the brave rise,
and it is calm.

A flame burns to ignite,
all flee and disperse,
the brave rise,
and it becomes still.

A shadow creeps along the floor,
all turn to their heels,
the brave rise,
and it disappears.

A corrupted comes to seek help,
all ignore and shun,
the brave rise,
and it becomes pure.

A teacher arrives,
all look down and turn,
the brave rise,
and it becomes known.

A teacher can help,
that what seems impossible,
is possible made by them,
the brave who rise.

Sick

I am, very sick. I don't give a damn. I feel so sick! Why can't I, a decent duck, get a break?! The september Holidays are up and I can't even change out of my school uniform! I need to wait till 7 before the uniform can serve its purpose. I know you have no idea what I'm blogging about, so I'll tell you one thing. If you don't want to call me Doctor Psycho CANARD, then by all means, don't! I don't like people calling me that anyway. It sounds word-ly-un-proportionate. So, on to my 2nd last Teachers' Day poem. Yay!

Like the mirror,
you show a reflection,
the very reflection,
of your joy.

Like the rain,
you provide the essentials,
the very essentials,
of your life.

Like the sun,
you give us warmth,
the very warmth,
of your embrace,

Like the sown seeds,
you give all life,
the very life,
of your own.

Like the dawn,
you have light,
the very light,
of your rainbow.

Like the heart,
you have love,
the very love,
of your soul.

Oh Phooey!

I don't have alot to talk about, don't I? I seem to be writing long poems when it come to nice things. I will try to shorten it... Maybe, I should be nice... Feh! What nonsense! I am EVIL! But still, I do like being nice...


A radiance so soft,
all can see,
tempting as it may be,
none can touch.

An embrace so warm,
all can have,
though so cold,
none did reject.

A victory so merry,
all can rejoice,
in the midst have failures,
none have cared.

A dawn so clear,
all hear it break,
the sun may rise,
none want to see.

An aurora so bright,
all wish to see,
only found where impossible,
none want may get.

A heart so golden,
all have heard,
hard to find,
none have appreciated.

Just a poem

I don't have any issues to talk about, so I'll just make do with a nice poem. I will be writing this everyone. So... Yeah...

But soft,
the light that shines beyond,
the window shatter to many,
the dawn cracks to awaken.

But warm,
the radiance in the unseen,
the beauty in the silent,
the flora and fauna rise.

But joy,
the shine in the smile,
the reflection upon the silver,
the endless noon unbreakable.

But peace,
the stable stone atop the hill,
the merry tree swaying,
the spring in the cold.

But love,
the affection of a thousand,
the test of the heart,
the knowledge of truth and lies.

But what,
the uncertainty of time,
the blurr of life and destiny,
the fact and fiction.

But why,
the hard times spent,
the cold nights long and hard,
the goal to see the light.

But where,
the love showered upon,
the heartful of feelings,
the joy of having a person.

But who,
the person like you,
the uncertain but sure,
the silent but strong.

But whom,
the people all want,
the smile all long,
the heart all need.

But that,
the people are you,
the smiles are you,
the feelings are you.

But you,
the song in the winter,
the dam in the river,
the change in the weather.

You,
are you,
my friend,
and my teacher.

Happy Teachers' Day!!

I thought it would be short, but it got so addictive, I wrote more and more, until I gave up...

This poem is by Doctor Psycho Duck. No one has written this poem before.

Love and alot of stuff... And CANARDs!

Lotza love is around and people think that it is nice to be in love. Well, it is lovely to have it when in your 20s-early 30s but anything else is redundant. Teens especially, think that being in love is GOOD! No. 90% of teenagers drop in their grades due to going on dates and such.
I know, I am beginning to sound like a drag. I will stop feeding you with information then... But all I can tell you is that : Love is not blind, it is just totally oblivious to the world.

Next thing, I found out that CANARD is the french word for "duck" So... If you would like to send me any e-mails, you could write in calling me Doctor Psycho Canard. I won't mind. Just spell it right.

Like the soft clouds that drift,
so freely and pretty,
without care or concern
I am so lost without you.

Like the flame that burns,
so steady and righteous,
significant and warm,
I am extinguished without you.

Like the blades of grass,
so merry and free,
with wind between each stalk,
I am insignificant without you.

Like the very drip of rain,
so bright and pure,
dancing in the sun,
I am gone without you.

Like the largest rock,
so strong and stable,
laying still rain or shine,
I am destroyed without you.

Like the love you showered,
so warm and cozy,
so rare and timely,
I am lonely without you.

This is devoted to all teachers far and wide. COPYRIGHTED BY DOCTOR PSYCHO DUCK.
P.S. This poem will be removed if too many people use it.

Not fitting in?

Yeah. I don't fit in. People think I am wierd cos' type fast and I can't help laughing at stupidity(and idiocy as a matter of fact.) So... people think you don't fit in because you are different. Well. I am proud to be different. I like being a duck, and kicking ass. I am a duck. A psycho duck. A psycho duck with a PHD for evil. I am different, which means I am special. And when I am special I am the best! And if you are special, then you are the best. But if all of us are special, then won't everyone be the same? So. It doesn't matter how special everyone is. Everyone is special. which means that everyone is equal. And all should be treated equally(and that includes kings queens, PMs, bla bla)
(I can't think of a poem for this topic, so I will use one of my random poems) sorry...


I do hope you can understand this poem...


For long many have wished,
the star that splits the night-sky,
the sphere that hangs above,
a quarrel of the night.

For long many have seen,
the void that glides over the surface,
the shadow that conquers,
a friend of the silent.

For long many have heard,
the glitter of sparkles beyond,
the ripples upon the lake,
a rival of the darkness.

For long many have felt,
the presence of the looming black,
the emptiness of the hole,
a partner of the shadow.

For long many have had,
the light to see,
the heat to feel,
a want of the beings.

For long many have needed,
the world so good,
the earth so great,
a wish of the others.

For long many have shown,
the fragile world,
the ability to fall,
a need of the humans.

Are you insane?

People ask me if I am insane. I say :"If I was, I wouldn't be trying to take over the world..." I am just a persistant duck who wants to rid the world of humans, but fail to do so. That is all. I am very angry. Very. Why? Because people say I am insane! I am NOT! I am a psycho, that does not mean I am insane?!

Insanity. lol(eww...) sounds like sanitary... Anyway. I am pleased to announce that I am not turning good. And I will still help REAL people in REAL need. Today's topic is... Sanity(lol).
OK... I was lying. I just wanted to clarify stuff and make some nice puns.

A spark of white breaks the dawn,
a ball of fire ring in the eye,
the shimmer stars stop,
the flora and fauna wake.

An hour stops to heat,
the flame beats onto the ground,
all stay under shade,
but still moves across the sky.

The crimson sun sets,
a gold light spews from beyond,
the sparkle of water turn to dust,
the flora begin to sleep.

Alas! The shadows,
creeping up the horizon,
the light sliding off the floor,
begins the day once more.

My mistake!

My MISTAKE! I admit, I was wrong. Poems were supposed to end an the 16th, but I carried it forward... How lame can I get? I thought I was a good duck and all. But it was kind fun being nice... Anyway, teachers' day is coming soon, I would like to wish all teachers a... duh?! HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!
Anyway, I would like to extend my poetry a little further. Since I enjoy poetry and I am too used to writing it, I will dedicate the WHOLE of August(and most likelythe first half of September) to MY poetry!

A petal that seems,
so insignificant,
is the jewel of many blooms,
waiting to bear fruit.

A raindrop that appears,
so unimportant,
is treasured by many,
far and wide.

A drip of paint that is,
so little,
is multipied,
into a masterpiece.

A person who is,
so important to all,
is destroying,
what seems so beautiful,
to me, and to you.

ONE MORE DAY!

It is just one more day to 20th August, the end date of all this POETRY. Unless you want me to carry it on to 21st August since, well there ARE 31 days in August. Oh well... I will decide on that day itself. Have you guys ever thought that you were not ready for exams? And feel like skipping it? Yeah, I am sure most feel that way. But I don't care. Literally. I used to think that exams were a burden to carry. They are papers that tell you right in your face that you suck! It is kinda unfair. I know.

But if you look at it the way I do, it may seem different from your perception of "EXAMS". I will and have to put your mind at a different pace.


1.
the act of examining or inspection or inquiry or investigation
2.
the state of being examined
3.
the act or process of testing pupils, candidates, etc., by means of questions
4.
the test itself or the list of questions asked
5.
the answers, statements, etc., made by one examined
6.
Law. formal interrogation


These are the meanings of "examinations" from my dictionary. My brain. It may be the same with different dictionaries, but none the less, this is my definition of "examinations".

Let's not confuse ourselves, and I think all of us are more focused on the second and third one.

Now, when you are tested about something you are unsure of, all the more you will worry, and that's NOT GOOD! I am sure you guys all wanna do well. Or at least, most of you. I don't give a damn. I just get good grades by how good my mood is, or how determined I am. Different people have different types of learning abilities. It just takes time to find out what it is, just have patience, your type of learning will come to you. It is hard for me to tell everyone's learning abilities, so if you would like, you could tell me what you like to do for exams, how you score for that exam and what you like when you study for it!


Crammed up against the wall,
splattered all over his face,
a sight to be in awe,
a towel wrapped his mace.

The shallow sound that peeks beyond,
the pipes beyonder dripping,
he gave a loud bommed yawn,
hoping to scare the fools lurking.

Behind the undergrowth of moss,
the vest stained green,
all who came close would toss,
none dared challenged him.

The fists were strong as oxen,
his feet were mighty as a cheetah,
his heart hot like an oven,
his grip steady as a gorilla.

I think you must be confused, this post did not help much at all... You're probably right, I can't thin of anything more to help you guys, helping people is hard... Doing good is hard, being EVIL is EASY!

There's a way

There's always a way, no matter how terrible your situation is. Like for me. I know that I can never be up to standard to famous poets like, my favourite, but his race is my rival(they always roast me and think it is GOOD...) Yes. He is non other that Li Bai. His inspirations were from, what all chinese love, the moon, wine and water(lakes, rivers, etc)... Because of his tombstone(plus his death) a new chinese saying was invented (Ban men nong fu, which is saying to show off one's not-so-great talent before an EXPERT.



The story goes like this :

When Li Bai passed away, due to him getting drunk after writing his poem and thinking the reflection of the moon on the lake surface was a second moon, he jumped in and drowned. Many people visited his tombstone and most of them were poets. They carved their poems on his tombstone. But to carve their poems on an expert's tombstone was as good as writing the poems before an expert(like showing off). One day, a young poet visited his tombstone to pay his respects. When he saw the carvings on the tombstone, he carved these words :

(translated in English) Carving on This great poet's (Li Bai)tombstone is like making an axe before Lu Ban's(famous axe-maker) door.

And that is how : Ban (Lu 'BAN') Men (door) Nong(make) Fu(axe) came about!



Don't you see? this is how poets affect the world. I wish to be one too. I BELIEVE there is a way, and so should you.



So, I guess you now know why China had such a long history. And rich culture(hope you watched the Beijing Olympics Opening)...





FRIEND


A rose will soon whither,
but if you let it dry upside down,
it will last for long,
There is a way.

The sun will set,
leaving the world in darkness,
but the moon will light the night sky,
There is a way.


An apple will fall off its tree,
but it will fall onto the ground,
and grow big into a tree,
There is a way.


What if there is no way,
there is no hope for me.
I can stand alone,
or find a friend to help me.

My fortune telling

I can tell your fortune, for free... It is very accurate, tested many times before, and works. I would'nt lie to you about my fortune telling, Cause' my fortune telling would be able to tell me if I'm lying.

I have 2 types of fortune telling

- Fortu cards.

- Element Coin

They are all equally accurate. But ' Element Coin ' sounds wierd, huh? I tried it 2 years ago, it works. The " Fortu cards " are also accurate. Only they have better vhances of telling your future. " Element Coin " Helps to see your true personality and everything(almost) about you. If you would like your fortune told, please feel free to ask. I don't make any profit outta this, so...

Please...

So, would you please,
be the wind beneath my wing,
under the fluttering beat,
hold me up?

So, would you please,
be the shoes under my feet,
through the stamping sound,
keep me steady?

So, would you please,
be the gloves on my hand,
through the cold wind,
keep me warm?

Frustrated and sad...

I feel so sad... My partner in a new UN-EVIL project(in school) IS LEAVING!
I don't want her to leave. I tell you all over the world, IF YOU DARE BULLY HER, I WILL BEAT THE FU(K OUTTA YOU, I don't care if you're the son of the queen of England or the daughter of some random president, I WILL KICK THE FU(K outta you!!!

I will pluck out your eyeballs and eat them whole,
I will dig your brain out of your left nostril,
I will cut your stomach open and fry it in oil,
I will chop your reproductive system and stuff it up your ass!
I mean it...

Bye bye Kwek Yi Zhen!

I hope that all will see my message and warning.

I don't think I should say anymore, so my poem!

Dedicated to Kwek Yi Zhen!

Tell me what is sorrow,
When the sky turns black,
When my heart begins to break,
I am only left with one gift of you.

Tell me what is lonliness,
I am cold,
The world fails to love you,
When you leave and say bye.

Tell me what is guilt,
For I did not respect you,
I failed to treasure our friendship,
How I regret my sins.

Tell me what is you,
I am not fufilled anymore,
Till you return with smiles,
Or not return at all...

Depression... Oh dear...

To my Groupmate, Anu, since you think that you are undergoing depression because your marks were not up to your expectations.
Well, just so you know, and if you have been paying attention to my posts, I always, and I do mean always, FAIL... I keep thinking that, "My EVIL plan to destroy the world will succeed" or " I will win!" or "Haha, the world will soon bow before me!" But... No... The world doesn't, and still won't bow before my superior might... So, it is "living-thing-ly" alright to fail. You don't see me jumping around or sobbing "I FAILED"... As a person who actually cares, I would like to say, go out there and do your best, no one is perfect, neither am I... I am proud to be imperfect. That means that I am a living thing. If you are perfect, you should just go compete with the devil or something like that.

F + D = S

Failure is, but only,
the proud and happy mother.
And amazingly,
there is some-other!

Determination is, but only,
the old and tired father,
And sluggishly,
there is another!

Success is, but only,
the bright and cheerful child,
And thoughtfully,
this fella became everyone's mile.

As I always say,
FAILURE is the proud and happy mother,
DETERMINATION is the old and tired father.
When they both get married,
they have a child named SUCCESS,
which everyone and anyone,
big or small,
would like to have and be.

COPYRIGHTED BY Doctor Psycho Duck (secret private name)
Thank you.

Too good?

Does anyone hate you for being you? Like when you are childish, or laugh alot, do people shun you? Well... That is a major problem. Not with you, but with them. They think that it is funny to insult people just because they think you're wierd and not "compatible". Well... I think you are just about as "compatible" as they are!

They don't like, me, but I LOVE ME!

They don't like me,
my long and narrow eyes,
my tiny lips,
my small ears.

They don't like me,
my long legs,
my short arms,
my skinny face.

They don't like me,
my childish behaviour,
my continuous laughter,
my optimistic ideas.

They don't like me,
my dressing,
my looks,
my character.

They don't like me,
No one likes me,
everyone hates me,
But I LOVE ME!

Copyrighted by Doctor Psycho Duck.

So, It doesn't matter if you don't get everyone's approval, you have to approve of yourself completely, before seeking attetion from others. I like my way of helping people, somewhat... But I love myself as an EVIL yet caring ducky, and that's good enough for me!

News and updates! + Random poem(s)

Well, first up, the competition has started! It is found below my blog archive. It has higher priority. Hehe. For those who read my blog yesterday, I mentioned that the contest would start today, so... Good luck, and if you get it right, which I will announce at the end of the contest, you will get a wonderfullllll prize... If you guess wrongly, mua-ha-ha... You will die 3 days early!
Hooray, Aren't I optimistic, I am trying to be.

I want to say one thing, There is a "bloghopper" visiting various blogs, posting rubbish on it and leaving, saying "F**K you" or something like that... Well, all I would like to say is,

FU(K YOU TOO YOU BLOODY NOBODY, you are a D.A.S.P.O.S Which stands for : Desperate Attention Seeking Piece Of SHIT! You can got ta HELL I say, HELL! Thank you...

Would anyone have imagined swearing would have been so fun? That should be most EVIL... yeah...

My special poem(s) : copyrighted by Doctor Psycho Duck (secret private name).

Oh Bloghopper,
Why are you so bloody,
as you hop from blog to blog,
do you know how many you have hurt?

Oh Bloghopper,
Why are you so selfish,
saying such things to amuse yourself,
do you know what damage you have done?

Oh Bloghopper,
Why are you so FOOCKIN' IRRIATING?!
you state means things that hurt people,
and yet you find it so amazing.

But you know, oh Bloghopper,
I can be just as mean,
Only mean to people who actually went all out to hurt others,
not to those who want to be funny and not hurt.

Oh Bloghopper,
I have never hurt people like this before,
I am sure you don't want this too,
so,
SHUT yer' ass and do good,
Stop with-yer' "F**K You"s and be nice,
Don't make me go over there,
and SHUT YER' piehole fer' you!

Oh Bloghopper,
thy is sure all want to be nice,
Even thee,
So why not do thy one favour,
Be good and do good.

I challenge you + random poem

I CHALLENGE you!
I challenge you to identify this song :

do re mi do mi do mi,
re mi fa fa mi re fa,
mi fa so mi so mi so
fa so la la so fa so

haha.. you probably know the rest,
so I shan't continue this song anymore.(P.S. If you don't know, you really are dumb...)

I challenge you!

This contest ends on the 20 of November, my birthday, and starts tomorrow. So I am giving you guys, who read my posts daily, a good head start.

I will send out challenges frequenly, since I run out of evil plans very fast and I hate to think too hard.

Question : What is my motto?
Hint : It's very famous, I have only said it once, though. Hehe, it's private and confidential, and copyrighted!



Feathers
As I sit beneath the cherry tree,
I hear a small chatter in the distance.
Who is it? I wonder,
As I see the sky turn grey.

A tiny breeze blows at my face,
I still hear that small chatter, only closer.
What is it? I ponder,
As I see my hands turn golden.

I look north and south and east and west,
I can still hear that chatter, getting closer,
Where is it? I glanced,
As I see the leaves turn brown.

At a distance, I see,
an angel fly above the cherry tree.
shedding its feathers, it laughed and giggled at me,
it giggled at me, for my inability to fly with feathers.

Are you sad?

Do you feel depressed? Or do you feel bored reading this blog helping people feel better? I feel the latter. But I have devoted myself to it for the first half of August. I try not to come online so often, but my itchy fingers can't help it. So, how do ya' like my song? Nice huh? Yeah...
Anyway, I wanna thank "annonymus" for his/her nice and only comment. Haha. I hope(eww...) to make this blog popular. And also thank everyone for visiting this blog. When I figure out how to compose my own song, I'll tell you all. I need your support too! And, I wanna thank all the voters. They did a good job. Although "RUBBER DUCKIES" are not as evil as "living with mountain tortoises" perhaps I should vote! hehe... No rubbish emails, I have strict junk filterings and I have 300 over unread emails. Haha. No viruses as well...
Please feel free to drop a comment about your future, your confessions, whatsoever... If you need my advice about anything, feel free to say so. If you wanna say I suck, then I'll delete that comment asap.

Oh yes. I have a friend who says that he is still hugging his teddy bear and needs a night-light to sleep. Well...

That is very, cultured. I am surprised. I can't sleep without my big 30-inch tall teddy either. I am serious, I have it next to my bed. I would always feel safer with Alvus(that's his name). I love him very much. And I'm sure you can't kick this childish habit, neither can I! And the night -light part... Well, I suppose you can't stand the dark, some people are like that! You can't help feeling scared. Even super-man can't stop feeling scared of losing something precious, you just probably don't want to feel scared while you sleep, no one can stop you. No one should!
As someone who doesn't know you very well, I can't say much, you have your reasons for doing this and it shouldn't affect your thinking.

A child is in you, you just don't know it's good for you.

When I hug my pillow,
When I think of monsters,
When I suck my thumb,
When I sleep with teddies.

How I roll in bed,
How I get nightmares and go to mum,
How I drool in my sleep,
How I rely on a night-light.

People say I am childish,
My parents say I am childish,
I think I am chidish,
But everyone is.

Everyone sleeps with thumbs in their mouths,
Everyone sleeps and drools on their pillows,
Everyone wants to sleep with a teddy,
Everyone wants to stay like a kid.

No matter how they look,
No matter what they eat,
No matter where they live,
They are all big kiddies with big kiddy dreams!

Random poem + my song

My moon

As the full moon rises,
the sun sets beyond the horison.
The birds go to sleep,
the owls begin to turn.
I sit patiently,
listening to sounds of the dark light.
Hoping to hear what would soon be gone,
the endless songs of the night.

Dark...

Verse:

This warmth of you
through the light so bright,
throw away the fear,
that hides your might.
What has become of,
your never ending flight?
Creeping up that cold,
endless sight.

Chorus:

This coldness please do,
through the light so bright,
pierce the veil that shields,
this world from the light.
Darkness of the night,
through the light so bright,
off the mirror above,
reflecting the outside white.

Verse:

Darkness of white,
of all the fights,
Do stay and help,
with you and your plight.
Why do you stop,
don't stay like a kite,
no knowledge of truth or lies,
wrong or right...

Bridge:

Darkness of the light,
Why see so cold?
When the world you know,
is gone...

Chorus:

This coldness please do,
through the light so bright,
pierce the veil that shields,
this world from the light.
Darkness of the night,
through the light so bright,
off the mirror above,
reflecting the outside white...
This coldness please do,
as the angel of might,
spread your wings,
make this night your light...
Once more... Through the white night...

By Doctor Psycho Duck.

If I know how to make music and actually compose the tune, I could let you guys hear it...

Issues

The first issue I wish to point out is that, yes I can predict your future, yes it is free. I have a few fortune telling friends whom I have neglected for quite a while, and I wish to apologise to them.

I AM VERY SORRY, MY FRIENDS!!!

There... Next issue. I am getting angry, very angry. Why? Because the world is no longer worried about others, but themselves. I hate it when others don't spare a thought for each other. I don't need to care, bacause I am a duck, not human. They are no longer so worried about issues like EVIL, or evil doers! They are only concerned about how they feel and not how others feel.

Next issue. I have recieved a message from a girl named Bella(name changed to protect identity). She said:
Dear DOCTOR PSYCHO DUCK, whatever(hey! I am not a "whatever"!)
I am feeling distressed as I think that my face has become oily, and I have pimples all over. whereas other guys and gals don't have as many as I do! I can't help it, I feel unaccepted! I need your help... Please?

Well... uhhhhhh... I have no idea why you feel unaccepted because you didn't tell me! But I can tell you that if your friends tell you you're ugly, then they are trying to say that they are jealous of your special skin. They are jealous bacause they don't have your beautiful type of skin. That's why they tease you and make you feel unaccepted(I think this is what you mean by "unaccepted") Just so you know, if your skin is oily, I don't really know much, but you could take a dip in the bath everyday filled with lots of water and soap, soak yourself for a while, occasionally put your head/face in the water. Your condition will improve sooner or later. Trust me. And just so you know, don't use oil blotters. In the long run, they clog up your pores and you will regret. Have a nice splash of cold water on your face instead. besides, thinking about it, oiler skins tend to retain water better than non-oily skins. if it is that way, you get dehydrated less fast, and your skin stays hydrated! haha. Besides, if that isn't good enough, then I have one more thing to say to you.

What is beauty?

I have,
a perfect skin,
a perfect nose,
a perfect smile.

I have,
a bad hair day,
a bad skin,
a bad waistline.

I have,
a normal hand,
a normal foot,
a normal face.

Am I beautiful?

All three are beautiful. But the third one is best. Just being normal, status-quo. What I am trying to say, is that, I you should love yourself the way you are, you were born like that, a normal kid. That is already a beautiful you. you are a part of nature, and nature chose you to be beautiful. All nature is beautiful! And so am I! haha...
And also, if you wanna know anything in the near future, you could ask me. Yes and no questions are also accepted. not those that you know, of course. they are a waste of my time.

Unconfident?

Are you unconfident? Or think that I'm a retard for writing all this crap(Just so you know, I am devoting the 1st half of August to my random poetry)...
If your answer is the former, you are lacking some spice in your life. Do you find that your life is so imperfect, so low and so dark? Well then, one answer. You lack self-confidence. Everyone does lack some self-confidence, even me! I have to think hard of what to write so as not to hurt people I am trying to counsel. Even though you may not ask for my help directly, but I will tell you right now, EVERYONE needs help. Believe me!

If you don't like your life, then please, tell me. I will try as hard as possible(and try not to kill you) to help you in your life. I will try my best to make a tagboard that doesn't appear at the top of my blog. It looks awful. By the way, I am smart, yes I am. I have a PHD for evil, just so you know.

Unconfidently, I look...

My spring turns to winter,
My day turns to night,
My Sun turns to moon,
Unconfidently, I look...

My up turns to down,
My right turns to wrong,
My hands turn to feet,
Unconfidently, I look...

My glee turns to sorrow,
My white turns to black,
My friends turn to enemies,
Unonfidently, I look...

My truth turns to lies,
My trust turns to deceit,
My pride turns to shame,
Unconfidently, I look...

But who will I look at,
But what will I look at,
But where will I look at,
Unconfidently, I look at my life turn,
For better, or worse.

I would like to just say one last thing, no matter how tough life is, you must understand one thing, there will always be someone there for you, someone who will care for you. It may not be me who will answer to your sour and silent cries, but there is always hope. You have to believe in what you are now, and think about what you want to do now.

Sweet

Sweet potatoes, sweet memories, sweet water and whatever other "sweet" things you can think of. They are sweet. And alot of people like sweet things, even me. When others ask you : " Is life sweet? " What would be your answer? Would it be :
-No
-Yes
-Sometimes
-Maybe
-Depends

Whatever your answer may be, it doesn't matter. When you live your life what you should worry is about the NOW. Alot of people worry about their future and that is what ends them up in mental hospitals.
Things like "Oh no, if I don't study, I'll surely fail!" OR "Oh no! I screwed up in my last assignment, I'll surely fail this one no matter how hard I try this time!" If you look at it from another point of view, anyone can fail. But everyone can pass. Haha... Makes no sense, huh? WRONG!

Anyone can fail, anyone can pass. It just depends on how you look at things. I am writing this to my classmates at Human School. They study so hard and they ask me: " Why do you not study and still find life easy and score so well for tests?"

Easy, I don't worry, I have a carefree life(except for always screwing up in EVIL operations), I look at my NOW. I see optimism in my life. Even though I always screw up, I don't look at it all the time, I reflect and let it go, tell myself that it is all a stupid memory. That this memory blinds and obscures my vision. It is a nuisance. And my future, they are all hopes. hopes that may never come true. If you work hard now, then the hopes may come true. So you see, it is about the now. It is OK to hope, and also OK to reflect. But it has to go. If you let it stay, it will obscure your vision and make you focus on that particular hope or memory, neglecting all your other priorities.

Life copyright Doctor Psycho Duck

Life is young,
Life is old,
Life is warm,
Life is cold.

Life comes shattered,
Life comes whole,
Life comes silent,
Life comes told.

Life is a cake,
Life is a roll,
Life is a yes,
Life is a no.
Whatever life is, you will know.

A precious memory

All have lost loved ones and some will lose loved ones. If you are mourning over them, then please, let go. I want to dedicate a poem to all those who have lost their loved ones, and will soon lose them as well...

A Precious Memory :

Under the apple tree in winter,
Under the starless night in autumn,
Under the lifeless moon behind the clouds,
Lies a precious memory.

On the grassy field that smells like ginger,
On the bed of flowers that smells like withered roses,
On the frozen lake beyond the town,
Lies a precious memory.

Above the the tallest building in the world,
Above the highest mountain that stands,
Above the lightest cloud that floats,
Lies a precious memory, of you.

Who knew?

Who knew,
That when the moon turns full,
That when the sky turns blue,
That when the world recognises you,
You would already be a different you.

Who knew,
That when all days turn brown,
That when all kings lose their crown,
That when all life comes crashing down,
You would already be a different you.

Who knew,
That through all that moaning,
That through all that groaning,
That through all that suffering,
You would already be a different you.


You must be thinking that I am a complete RETARD, writing all this junk. But if you take a close look at it, and read it with your heart, you might just get what I am writing.

However, there must be at least ONE burning question inside of each and everyone of you, no? Even though I do not study for exams(which is very true, I am not kidding, ask my friends, human friends, of course) I still have many questions unanswered.
This is the purpose of my poem. Is that even though you know things and that the world changes because of your knowledge, doesn't mean that you would stop asking questions or continuing to ask the same question over and over again. It's OK to ask questions. NO question is stupid. You can ask a million questions but new questions still arise. So, stand up! Get on your feet and let's ask questions.(BTW: try to figure out the "you" in the poem. Good for comprehension, literary, and literature skills)

Which brings me to the next matter at hand. You must be wondering about my name, my gender and my other random stuff... no? Well, I used to be a happy smiling little kid. Then, I was touched by darkness. I turned into this duck-being. And taa-daa! I am what I am now. With interests of reading, literature and EVIL. I hope that roughly answers your random questions. I hope to post and talk to you soon!

And BTW: the poem is copyrighted by Doctor Psycho Duck(secret private name)!!!

The utter "succes" at the solar eclipse

It was an utter FAILURE!!! What kind of SH!T was that? None of those stupid bloodsucking nightcrawlers were awake! How was I, a royal duck, supposed to suck blood outta every FREAKIN' human in the eclipse?

This operation was an utter fiddle! Fiddle I say! I had the fiddleyest time after the eclipse!

Now that this entire operation has failed(and so have every other operation I have tried), I have decided to go to The Breek and start on my paperwork... My drawing board is empty again, and I will not turn good. That is fantastic news(I wanted to say 'good' but it was too "good" for me)!!!

What a shame! all that time wasted on something useless as these operations and none turned out right, except for the DUCKY SPRING ONION! That was the greatest type of food I have ever discovered! Did I tell you about my newest plan? I want to increase my poulation by injecting DNA(ducky ribonucleic acid) into human bodies! Ingenious!

I will work on it right now! I will call it :

Operation Ducky Ribonucleic Acid!

Hahahahaha!!!