Kitty Vato hates when I sing.
Kitty Vato hates when I sing.
Remember when we were talking? It was months after I’d left you. I will always be glad we managed to sustain a friendship after that first relationship fell through. Remember, though? It was just a text message. I remember where I was. Sitting on the floor in my friend’s room. By the desk. I don’t remember what I was doing, aside from messaging you. I probably had my music on. Playing in my ear and ignoring whatever ruckus there was from the computer beside me and the bed in front of me.
Although, I have to admit, I don’t remember the entire conversation. Just one thing. Probably one of the most important things I’d ever said to you. You probably don’t remember. I told you I’d marry you. Not a promise, of course. What I meant was I could see myself with you forever. Marriage or otherwise, really. But I said it. I could marry you, and spend my life with you.
I even want that from you now. Now, even though we’re together and I still contemplate leaving you. Now, even though I fell in love with you again without falling out of love with another. Now, even though the platonic relationship I’m seeking can’t be found with you.
I wish my intangible love and faith could be enough. Without reserving my body for you alone.
(Originally from “It’s On Me”)
If I love her like you love him
Then why do I need a ring and a wasted tree to
With your persecution
You can’t have that satisfaction
I can’t back down
I won’t give up now.
Until the both of us have bands on our hands
And white as our shroud.
I do, I do, I do
I do love you
And you love me, too.
Because you came to me
When they turned you away
But I couldn’t stand tall
And I knew
I knew you would fall without me there
And I’m sorry
You’re gone now
I’ve lost you for good.
They think they’ve won and maybe they have
But I won’t let them know.
I won’t let this go.
I will fight forever
For you and for me
For us and for we
For them and for they my anger prevails
And I don’t know what feeds it more;
Not having you here
Or them putting all the blame on me.
Until I know it was me.
That I brought it on.
And now I’m alone
No farewell. No goodbye.
I couldn’t come in.
“Family only,” they said.
And that’s my fault as well.
I am not a guy.
But without me you had no one
And I lost you.
Even though most cultures have said goodbye to the woes of the old year, it’s only just beginning for China. Now we say goodbye to 2011, Year of the Rabbit, and usher in 2012, the year of the Dragon. Officially, the new year has almost begun the world over, though cultured Chinese residents of America’s west coast still have some time to wait.
So as the clock tonight strikes midnight, remember to take a moment to honor your elders. It may be a Chinese tradition to start off the first of 15 days of celebration, but it’s something everyone should remember to do from time to time.
Happy New Year to all!
– 梅利莎 (Melissa)
That awkward moment when you forget to save.
That awkward moment when your mom finds your condom stash.
That awkward moment when you gag yourself with your toothbrush.
That awkward moment when you hear your parents bumping the uglies.
That awkward moment when you realize you didn’t text back hours later.
When you know that everyone can hear you pee.
When you have the hots for a cartoon character.
That awkward moment when you forgot to say awkward moment.
SOPA is “soup” in Spanish. To me, SOPA would be a very dry-tasting soup. Maybe it’d just be broth or an empty bowl. There’s nothing good about it. You kinda wanna punch the bowl for how blatantly ridiculous it is.
Once so powerful. Spread for miles. A chaste nerve that would so soon conquer all. A Teutonic plate converging the land under a single name. A quaking shift of power in the name of an empire. But nothing next to the Holy power so close by. Ruling inside but always separate. Each may grow too big for themselves.
Ancient conquests are long forgot. More modern ones, erased. A superpower stands today where a former was dissolved. Wrong or right, blame eradicates the fear, the respect a kingdom once displayed.
(I don’t remember writing this. An account of Prussia; A country we should be taught more about in school.)