#philoophy

11 The desert owl and screech owl will possess it; the great owl and the raven will nest there. God will stretch out over Edom the measuring line of chaos and the plumb line of desolation. Isaiah 34:11 I still remember when I was in Cape Town, the Hadidah’s have no oil on their wings, the train track was laid in the past, the wall of Jericho falls like Devil’s Tulip. The Angel Tulips victorious…

Souffrir en silence…

  « On a des mots pour dire une peine légère, mais les grandes douleurs ne savent que se taire. »

Traduction approximative :

“We have words to say a light sentence, but the great pains are silent.” 

  Sénèque le Jeune (né environ entre l’an 4 av. J.-C. Et l’an 1 apr. J-C. – 65 apr J.C.) est un philosophe stoïcien, un dramaturge et un homme d’État romain du Ier siècle.

Okay, it's no secret that my mother wishes that I dress much more conservatively than I do. I once wanted to wear a tank top and shorts to go out and, lo and behold, my mom freaked when she saw the outfit because she felt that it looked, for lack of a better term, slutty. My counter-argument that everyone dresses like this nowadays (especially since it's ridiculously hot out) fell on deaf ears. So, I changed. 

Today, while out with my brother and my mother, a young girl walked in front of us wearing a ridiculously low-cut, lacy corset and these teeny, tiny short shorts. And I, in the tone of someone who had just had her point proven, triumphantly declared, "妈, 她才是个鸡嘛。" Holy snaps. It wasn't until the lady next to my mother started chuckling that I remembered that I'm in Flushing and that everyone and their mom could understand Chinese.