Him

When spring approaches,
And flowers bloom,
Another thought brings me closer to you.

Your immaculate smile,
Receives five hundred heartbeats a minute,
The raison d'être for breathing this sweet sweet air.

But soul's counterpart will age,
And passion will dim,
Please let not your heart leave this world empty,
Horde my love and embrace.

Amazing would be the concept of we,
And if our souls intertwine as roots of the Banyan Tree!
Let your temple discover mine.
For, my love, we will never cease.

Politics

pol·i·tics

noun pl but singular or pl in constr \ˈpä-lə-ˌtiks\

Definition of POLITICS

1

a : the art or science of government b : the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing governmental policy c : the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government

2

: political actions, practices, or policies

3

a : political affairs or business; especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (as in a government) b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession c : political activities characterized by artful and often dishonest practices

4

: the political opinions or sympathies of a person

5

a : the total complex of relations between people living in society b : relations or conduct in a particular area of experience especially as seen or dealt with from a political point of view politics> politics>


Know the definition first before you strut around proclaiming politics to be above everything else. It is merely an opinion and like all human attributes, flawed. It seems to me that no one has it right and our selfishness in achieving power and fame is contradictory to the benefits of the people. Being political is just a contrived way of carrying out one's own opinion into action. It does not make one more intelligent, profound, humanitarian, nor prominent. Hence, someone like Charlie Sheen can be a politician.

Audrey Hepburn

Low self-esteem. We all have it, we all face it in our every day lives. But self pity? Why do we tend to pity ourselves and dramatize our lives where every detail is an addition to the plot, everyone around us is either our sidekick, love interest, antagonist, shameless faces in the background, and every aspect in our daily lives are just scenes before the climatic moment where everything falls apart and the protagonist (which are ourselves) deals with the external and internal struggles before another self revelation. The answer is quite simple, we all just want to be the hero or protagonist of our own movie. No one really wants to portray the villain in their own story, and when they do, people usually deem them as having serious psychological issues. I wanted to be Audrey Hepburn. She was graceful, the "classic" beauty, cheekbones as high as The Beatle's in the 60's, sophisticated... the problem was how can I emulate such a person when I am who I am? Firstly, the most obvious trait is that I am Asian, how can an Asian girl ever be considered in a Western society to be the next Audrey Hepburn or even to merely resemble her? Realistically I can't. I'm instead characterized as being exotic or as a sex object. None of which I really mind, the sex object can become a tad bit annoying from time to time. But my "self revelation" in 7th grade, yes this was in middle school, was that I didn't even want to be Audrey Hepburn. Dying in my 60s with appendicular cancer, divorced twice, lungs all charcoaled up. Now 2009. This kind of life style doesn't seem all that bad, in fact it seemed glamorous and exciting. Many strive through their entire lives for stability and routine. I hate structure. Being in the unfamiliar makes me feel more at ease than constantly being in the familiar. "Normal life" freaks me out. Sometimes I just want to run naked across my university campus, stripped away from my conservative clothes and societal conventions. Sometime all I want to do is scream.

Audrey Hepburn

Graceful she was

like the warm breezes that tickle the

pores on your face during autumn

like the birds and the bees you get

when you sat next to your first grade crush

like the soft strokes on your back after you made love for the hundredth time

like the dancing pedals that fall leisurely on the rippling waters

she was everything that made you feel comfortable

but nothing i'll ever be.