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I'M A DELICATE TULIP! with a side of red hot chilli.

"Rap is unapologetic art" -Ice Cube. Unapologetic. I like that word. To live with no apologies. Speak without second-guessing your words.To act without,well you get the jist. Wait, is it politically correct. You know what, I don't care. I've always admired people who speak their mind. They're not everyone's cup of tea,though. They're often found  too radical, too reckless, or even shameless.  Don't get me wrong I'm a believer in the whole 'Do no harm' mantra. And it's no lie, that though we may not help everyone, we are called as humans, to at least not hurt them. But you've got to admit there's just something about people who test the limits of the freedom of speech.Maybe,it's partly because we lack the courage to do so ourselves. Take the late. Joan Rivers for example. Though I'm drawn to a fashion review as much as the next fashion-lover,  her candidness was the main reason why I did my level best to n

SMEAGOL:THE POWER OF THE THIRD PERSON.

She was the girl who stayed well away from fire.Never played with matches nor did she ever dance too close to the fireplace. She had only heard about  the infamous arsonists,but had never had the 'pleasure' of being acquainted by those  who crept around waiting to set  everything in their path ablaze. It gave them a sense of false power.An overwhelming feeling of control. She often viewed herself as an arsonist too.  She felt that the only way to safeguard herself,to shield her already guarded heart was to be like them. Not quite like them though, as she carefully selected  her victim and like a wild creature she attacked only when she felt threatened. That wasn't enough.She built fortresses around her soul. That should anyone seek to be amused by the glow in her soul,or by her creases or curves they would have to fall madly and uncontrollably  in love with her mind.Like the arsonists she deemed it fit that she alone should have full power. Not power over a peo

I'M NOT YOUR GIRL NEXT DOOR

                             Blonde. That classic untainted pure-breed Valley girl blonde.No highlights.Nothing. Wait,on second thought, I need something to match my vibrant soul. PLATINUM. Yes! that's it, vivacious platinum blonde.You know that Gwen Stefani,Gaga kind.If you take a closer look, the former Valley Girl kind leans towards a golden kind of hue. And just what would I do with my platinum blonde hair when I'm bored? PASTEL.Exactly, I'd dye it Pastel pink,purple you name it.  You see all this is in another life if one could pick out the  intricate details of who we are. It goes without saying, that, that duty belongs to a higher power. Nevertheless, that doesn't eliminate the probability of having been born into any racial grouping,social status and so forth,and so on. I could have been a blue-eyed, blonde haired Carlifornia- born girl,or a ginger-head lassy from Dublin. 31st March was the date.'96 was the year. My fate was sealed.Well probably no