Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Seasons
Shifting from clear, shining skies to an irregular, cloudy mixture of precipitation and wind, wafts of white fluff (in the sky) meld into a large mass of gray. Seasons drift to the next and fall begins, the stepping stone between summer and winter.
In fall, everything dies. Magnificently colored leaves descend, becoming a dance of red, orange, golden browns, and yellow. Instead of the delightful sunshine of summer, your skin meets cool and crisp air in the mornings, and the weather is absolutely unpredictable with its warm and cold days.
Eventually, fall becomes winter, winter becomes spring, spring becomes summer, and summer returns to fall. In an odd way, this shift in weather has always reminded me of peer pressure. It's like a never-ending cyclic battle of rebirth and death.
Nature is truly invigorating, as it is inspiring.
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
Mental deterioration in the form of crying follows a series of emotional onslaught. Salt drips and drips from the eyes and the hands rub at the face to hide all evidence of displeasure. Subconsciously, I imagine and convince myself that my face will turn raw and sore, resulting in splotches of dry skin and blood, and that my nose, being clogged up with wet snot, too will leave a trace of bleed. Uncomfortable with my sudden weakness and the violent imagery, I continue to rub and rub, bleeding and bleeding, and attempt to fix my contorted expression of depression into an empty facade... And in the end, all I see is a red gore smeared across the face.
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Saturday, November 10, 2012
Who really cares?
Who really cares?
When I talk, What I feel, What I say
Nobody Not really
Who wants to take the time to understand
I would like someone to heal me with some empathy
I can't find
Nobody not really
Maybe I'm invisible to the world
Does anyone in the world even think of me?
As more than just a hopeless cause
Maybe the world is not my block, my stoop, my life, my dreams, my anything, anything
Who wants to help?
Mama but she's so tired
Papa but your not here
I'm alone in a big empty space
With nobody not really
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music
I'm Sorry
I’m sorry I don’t have a 4.0 GPA. I’m sorry I didn’t take several AP classes. I’m sorry I’m attending a community college, the bastard child of the university. I’m sorry I’m not fat enough. I’m sorry I’m not thin enough. I’m sorry I am interested in being an artist instead of a doctor or lawyer. I’m sorry I don’t have a job. I’m sorry my brother is a fucking failure and I have to overcompensate for him. I’m sorry you didn’t abort me. I’m sorry my Chinese isn’t fluent. I’m sorry I was born into a poorer family than my relatives. I’m sorry for wanting to go outside. I’m sorry for not spending enough time indoors studying. I’m sorry I don’t spend enough time doing extracurricular activities. I’m sorry for not socializing enough. I’m sorry you think I’m a worthless member of society. I’m sorry for being ugly. I’m sorry for being superficial. I’m sorry I’m too dark. I’m sorry I’m still here. I’m sorry I enjoy having a sense of independence and individuality. I’m sorry for talking back. I’m sorry for getting angry. I’m sorry for hating you. I’m sorry for ever wanting to kill myself. I’m sorry for getting acne. I’m sorry I don’t sleep enough. I’m sorry I waste time doing homework at night. I’m sorry I don’t spend enough time with the dog. I’m sorry I waste too much time on friends. I’m sorry you don’t think my friends are sincere. I'm sorry you think my friends are worthless. I’m sorry you still think I associate with Jennah. I'm sorry for ever associating with Jennah. I’m sorry for not letting you control who my friends are. I’m sorry I got angry when you tried to spy on whatever I did on the computer. I’m sorry I got angry when you tried to eavesdrop on my phone conversations. I’m sorry for crying too much. I’m sorry for looking ugly when I’m sad. I'm sorry for sounding ugly when I'm sad. I’m sorry my accomplishments are too low for you. I’m sorry I don’t trust you. I’m sorry I lie. I'm sorry I speak my mind. I'm sorry for speaking the truth when you don't want to hear it. I’m sorry I hate you for your convoluted sense of righteousness. I’m sorry I think you’re manipulative. I’m sorry I’m too harsh with my words. I’m sorry you think my room is too dirty. I’m sorry that even when I clean my room, something is still seems out of place to you. I’m sorry you think my room smells even though the window is wide open. I’m sorry you think I’m stupid. I’m sorry you think I’m useless. I'm sorry my best is not enough for you. I'm sorry I don't try hard enough. I’m sorry for being sorry. I’m sorry I’m not sorry. I'm so sorry.
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Friday, November 9, 2012
Memories often seen as useless by others become a sentimental afterthought. They build and act as the backbone for romantic relationships. Love adds worth to an individual's quirky mannerisms and creates a sense of fondness or appreciation for experiences that may have been considered unpleasant in the past.
This reminds me of a popular Chinese song, "The Moon Represents My Heart" by Teresa Teng. In Chinese context, the moon is an indicator or symbol of love. It is believed that when you look at the moon, your heart is yearning for someone.
From full moon, to half moon, to crescent moon, to several moonless nights, to crescent moon again, then half moon, and finally full moon... the moon constantly changes from phase to phase throughout time, similar to love. At times, the moon may "disappear" and feelings may seem fickle or fleeting, but they always return, replenished and constant.
Irregularity of feeling is not love. If left that ambiguous, that person, give or take, probably was not a defining figure within your life. Either you know or you do not. Harboring romantic feelings for another people outside of the relationship is impossible; there should be no room for petty crushes. If I love someone, I should only see that person and no one else.
This reminds me of a popular Chinese song, "The Moon Represents My Heart" by Teresa Teng. In Chinese context, the moon is an indicator or symbol of love. It is believed that when you look at the moon, your heart is yearning for someone.
From full moon, to half moon, to crescent moon, to several moonless nights, to crescent moon again, then half moon, and finally full moon... the moon constantly changes from phase to phase throughout time, similar to love. At times, the moon may "disappear" and feelings may seem fickle or fleeting, but they always return, replenished and constant.
Irregularity of feeling is not love. If left that ambiguous, that person, give or take, probably was not a defining figure within your life. Either you know or you do not. Harboring romantic feelings for another people outside of the relationship is impossible; there should be no room for petty crushes. If I love someone, I should only see that person and no one else.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Oppression/mistreatment begets mistrust. That being said, it is believed that those put into an oppressed category develop what is known as Healthy Cultural Paranoia (HCP). Due to reinforced and consistent suppression, HCP acts as a "defense mechanism".
HCP is seen as a natural response or type of behavior to discrimination. Is it truly healthy to justify your fear of a certain social group?
I have seen many people blame "privileges" and other people entirely for their shortcomings and make incredibly ignorant comments about them, resulting in complete failure to recognize one's own inadequacies. Many people who carry this mindset ARE ignorant, hence why they make borderline racist, sexist, etc. commentary on society. Along with that, refusal to take responsibility exposes a weak character: an emotionally immature person plagued by insecurities. It is no surprise that they choose to reinforce their bigoted views with what is known as HCP.
Overall, HCP is a method of breeding and justifying ignorance. Can YOU really trust yourself to be impartial? To condone an inferiority complex as healthy is irrational. Principles are always diluted by emotional prejudice. It's best to be self-aware, well-informed, and careful with your words.
HCP is seen as a natural response or type of behavior to discrimination. Is it truly healthy to justify your fear of a certain social group?
I have seen many people blame "privileges" and other people entirely for their shortcomings and make incredibly ignorant comments about them, resulting in complete failure to recognize one's own inadequacies. Many people who carry this mindset ARE ignorant, hence why they make borderline racist, sexist, etc. commentary on society. Along with that, refusal to take responsibility exposes a weak character: an emotionally immature person plagued by insecurities. It is no surprise that they choose to reinforce their bigoted views with what is known as HCP.
Overall, HCP is a method of breeding and justifying ignorance. Can YOU really trust yourself to be impartial? To condone an inferiority complex as healthy is irrational. Principles are always diluted by emotional prejudice. It's best to be self-aware, well-informed, and careful with your words.
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"An online community site recently posted this picture which is a compilation of the faces of top celebrities within Korea (left), China (center) and Japan (right)."
Here is a compilation of famous female Asian, American, and European actresses (in that order).
If this is the generic look commonly seen as aesthetically beautiful, beauty must not be special. What sets a truly beautiful woman or (handsome) man apart from what is conventionally attractive?
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Asian Beauty
One glance into the mirror and, all I see is an Asian face attached to an Asian body of an Asian female. Beauty matters. It is one simple fact that has rung loud and clear to me throughout the years. Day after day, people torment themselves with this simple question: "Am I beautiful?" Having been exposed to a media selling superficial values that capitalize physical beauty, it is not surprising at all to see negative repercussions, often in the form of eating disorders or endless hours being locked in the bathroom.
Comprising both a social overlay and a physical base for people, societal beauty standards do provide and incorporate a large social foundation. After primping all morning just to look aesthetically acceptable, you are rewarded with a positive reception from people in multiple shapes and forms, such as a helping hand when in difficulty or being approached by others in a friendly manner. Why not put the effort to look beautiful?
As an Asian American myself, I have always wondered, "What is ideal Asian beauty?" For most women, beauty is of utmost importance. Likewise, Asian women are flocking together to get blepharoplasty, rhinoplasty, and breast augmentation all to achieve double lids, a higher nose, and a larger bust. Asian women across the globe are whittling away at their round/oval faces and shaving their jawbone just to resemble the sharp bone structure of a Greek goddess. The aim is to look "naturally beautiful." In other words, to appear innately attractive with Westernized features because of race-based insecurities and in doing so, they betray their genetic legacy.
American Asian beauty and Asian beauty in Asia contrast with one another heavily. The first involves "sun kissed California girl skin" and a demeanor that is often perceived as more mature whereas the latter promotes a more youthful and natural look, lustrous hair, and porcelain white skin. However, the expectations of both worlds prove to be very limited and involve the Euro-Western physical characteristics that Asians usually are not blessed with.
Compare yourself to Asian representatives of pop culture. Do you look like any of them? Asian beauty has become so incredibly convoluted that we are left uncomfortably aware of how corrupt and narrow its vision is. Frequently bombarded with how I am absolutely failing these unachievable standards, I realize I will never be considered wholly beautiful by them AND the sheer impossibility of it all. Moreover, is it truly fair to measure Asians to a Euro-centric brand of beauty? Are Asians defined as beautiful or merely "exotic"?
By becoming more acutely attuned to the incredibly prohibitive parameters of Asian beauty, I have more clarity in the way I see myself. Beauty, of course, is subjective and we should be aware of how social constructs shape our understanding of it.
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Comfortable Conversation
I wake up and dawdle throughout the day, shifting from scene to scene and event after event, silently waiting for an opportunity to converse with my best friend. When give that chance, it proves to be both a fruitful and uplifting social experience that elevates a normal day from just being another regular day. Never a case of being left "high and dry," conversation remains consistently pleasurable and simply flows, far from stiff, awkward, and forced. Time drifts away and as the night grows near, I mentally acknowledge and anticipate the ending to our discussion.
Cultivating and developing to a healthy relationship with an individual that I truly treasure... I realize what a gift this is! Before submitting into the body's demands for sleep, I ponder over occurrences and their causal circumstances–how they could be altered to create or negate a certain phenomenon. In the end, I reflect on my conversation with that person and how they could have been from beginning, middle, to end... "Should I have said something sweet?" or "Should I have spent more time focusing on his issues?" are questions I often ask myself. However, even if I am an ounce regretful for unspoken words, I realize I am pleased with the results regardless and there really is no room for regret!
I suppose this is what is amazing about this person.
Cultivating and developing to a healthy relationship with an individual that I truly treasure... I realize what a gift this is! Before submitting into the body's demands for sleep, I ponder over occurrences and their causal circumstances–how they could be altered to create or negate a certain phenomenon. In the end, I reflect on my conversation with that person and how they could have been from beginning, middle, to end... "Should I have said something sweet?" or "Should I have spent more time focusing on his issues?" are questions I often ask myself. However, even if I am an ounce regretful for unspoken words, I realize I am pleased with the results regardless and there really is no room for regret!
I suppose this is what is amazing about this person.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Casual Conversation Before Leaving School
Dad: Stupid girl, shut up! Do you want me to leave you at school?
Me: Well, I'm going to be the one driving the car and I can crash any time I want.
Me: Well, I'm going to be the one driving the car and I can crash any time I want.
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"The Cross of Snow" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
An ember from the fireplace caught on the dress of the poet's wife. As a result, her life was cut short. It is said that Longfellow tried to put out the fire, which burned and disfigured his face so much that that he grew a long beard to hide it... I read this in 8th or 9th grade and it always stays in my memory. I've always found this sonnet touching, yet poignant.
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face–the face of one long dead–
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died, and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.
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