When No One Speaks your Language

There were two things my mother would always tell me when I was growing up in the little farming/industrial town of what is now Brampton. One was, “don’t forget to put your face cream on”, or more accurately truncated to, “face cream!” The other was, “you have to know how to defend yourself, because no one in this world is pure-hearted enough to do it for you.”

She still tells me to do these things to this day. And traditional Chinese proverbs I can’t remember – I don’t have the linguistic expertise as she does to remember poetry that comes from the little village in Calcutta – or, rather, Kolkata, because Calcutta no longer exists.

It’s funny to note that Canton – the province in China that a good chunk the Hakka Liu and Teng ancestry, presumably, were concentrated in – also no longer exists. We can make castles from of our bare hands, but the only materials we have are sand, sweat, and our own blood.

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note to self

use less oil next time you’re cooking. a lot less oil.

can you see me?

sometimes i wonder

if you even notice me.

money

there are reasons why i abhor the concept of money.

not having any isn’t one of them.

having too much isn’t one either.

so don’t fucking gauge my worth through man’s filthy, argent coat of despair.

if all you see is confusion as to what price tag i come with,
you are not worth my time.

a mind rich with the ability to philosophise and ponder why suffering must occur
is the only indignation dollar
worth touching my skin.

so fuck off if you can’t please me with wealth.

(can i still come over?)