empty calories

Ahh, there’s nothing like a plate of siomai (pork dumplings) with chili paste and soy sauce to make a girl feel happy, contented….and fat. *sigh* How I wish calories were just an imaginary thing. Fortunately we ran out of chili paste and I didn’t get to eat as much siomai as I usually do. Siomai is just not fun without chili paste and that burning sensation on my lips.

I attended a poetry workshop early this evening mostly because I had nothing better to do with my spare time. I’m not really much of a poetry person; I prefer to read fiction or non-fiction, and whatever poems I’ve written in the past aren’t really at all that good. But I thought I’d give it a shot, that once I learn some techniques or something maybe I’ll be better. Besides, I’ll need to write more lyrics for the band and that’s kinda like poetry anyhow.

I expected to be the youngest person in attendance, but there were like four other girls in high school there. We were 16 all in all; 15 women and one guy in his fifties. Most of the people in there were really into poetry, and I felt kind of out of place because I hardly ever read poems. When the facilitator would mention a certain poet or a poem I’d be like, “Huh? Who? What?” Our assignment is to write a poem based on some certain guidelines and to read it out loud next week. Scary!!! Like I said, I’m not good at writing poetry and I do not ever show whatever poems I have written to anyone. I’m not so sure I’m comfortable with the idea of sharing my poems to a bunch of strangers. (I can share my life like an open book to anyone on the Internet who cares enough to read about it but I cannot share my poetry just like that.) But I guess I don’t really have a choice. Looks like I’m gonna have to really work hard on this assignment. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself or anything.