Where's your ring
you strange thing?
Are you looking
for a fling?
Where I'm from
we don't need rings
Though the weddings
still cost bling
Over here
dear darling
Ringless means you're
up for something...
Even if I were
you'd be ding-ed
So leave me alone
and mind your things
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Birthday and the Delicate Flower Fallacy
My upcoming Roman calendar birthday coincides with my Lunar birthday.
Last night my mom phoned me from Hong Kong. "Such a coincidence is rare. It has never happened to me or anyone I know. You should buy some gold jewelry to celebrate it."
What a classic Hong Kong mentality, I thought. Go get yourself some jewelry. My mom didn't say, "Ask your man to buy you some." The inherent message was that I deserved it, whether my man agreed or not.
It was not until I lived abroad that I started appreciating the independence of HK women. We don't wait for men to gift us valuables. No, we strut into jewelry stores with our backs straight, our chins up, and we scour through selections of shiny metals the same way we pick bok choy or gutted fish in the market. We deserve those glistening alloy and sparkling carbon for our hard work that men often take for granted. Their judgement is irrelevant because we know we are worth it and don't need their approval.
The stereotype of abused, timid, and delicate Asian flowers are romanticized fallacies of the West. We are a tougher bunch than what the world believes.
Even though jewelry is not my thing, I feel an urge to get some as a way to celebrate the feistiness of my lady folks back home.
Ha ha.
Last night my mom phoned me from Hong Kong. "Such a coincidence is rare. It has never happened to me or anyone I know. You should buy some gold jewelry to celebrate it."
What a classic Hong Kong mentality, I thought. Go get yourself some jewelry. My mom didn't say, "Ask your man to buy you some." The inherent message was that I deserved it, whether my man agreed or not.
It was not until I lived abroad that I started appreciating the independence of HK women. We don't wait for men to gift us valuables. No, we strut into jewelry stores with our backs straight, our chins up, and we scour through selections of shiny metals the same way we pick bok choy or gutted fish in the market. We deserve those glistening alloy and sparkling carbon for our hard work that men often take for granted. Their judgement is irrelevant because we know we are worth it and don't need their approval.
The stereotype of abused, timid, and delicate Asian flowers are romanticized fallacies of the West. We are a tougher bunch than what the world believes.
Even though jewelry is not my thing, I feel an urge to get some as a way to celebrate the feistiness of my lady folks back home.
Ha ha.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Minnow has a Wish
Tiny minnow lost her way
swimming among bigger fish
Still aspires to fulfil
her tiny, humble wish
Minnow wants to read and write
till she loses her sight
Hit by tidal waves of bill
where's guidance for her plight
Find a catch
and obey his wish
If he's nasty
tell yourself "shush"!
But Big Fish will gulp minnow -
the little fish -
Chew and spit her out
without a twitch
So deeper she dives
avoiding the fiendish
charting in dark waters
for her MinnoWish
swimming among bigger fish
Still aspires to fulfil
her tiny, humble wish
Minnow wants to read and write
till she loses her sight
Hit by tidal waves of bill
where's guidance for her plight
Find a catch
and obey his wish
If he's nasty
tell yourself "shush"!
But Big Fish will gulp minnow -
the little fish -
Chew and spit her out
without a twitch
So deeper she dives
avoiding the fiendish
charting in dark waters
for her MinnoWish
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