"I hear and I forget; I see and I remember; I do and I understand"

(My title is a Chinese proverb that basically means you can't understand until you try something yourself.)

^ The 3 books pictured are 'Chinese Cinderella' and 'Falling Leaves' both by Adeline Yen Mah; Also, 'Wild Swans' by Jung Chang.

I chose these three books to share because I noticed the trend in my book collection. I seem to find myself drawn to these authors, who write about the trials and tribulations of being a women in Chinese culture. Something about the way these women reach out to you through the book is tantalizing and addictive. Chinese Cinderella, more then any other book, gripped me. For some, the story may seem too unfortunate and simply feeble. However, when I read the book, I felt her words under my skin. What makes these women different, is the sense of self control and pride they have. What makes it worse, is that all three are based on 100% true stories. It seems that no matter what, they never lash out of the tyrant and seem to have complete composure. After my exploration of Chinese culture through these books, I have great respect for the women of China.

Don't take my word for it, read it for yourself, these books are hauntingly unforgettable.

Lotus flower.

Mysterious

'When you believe that romance is when you’re stroked my moonlight, when stars spell out your name and earth beneath your feet are clouds like cushions from the heavens, you are mistaken for a caricature.

To hold you is to burn my flesh while I am sedated and hypnotized by your false security. Romance is not the sweet words you sell to me, which are too costly. It is not the ripe heat in your kiss, which only leaves me without breath. Nor is it the way your glowing eyes pierce into my soul, the way light transfixes darkness.

No, romance is the sinking city of Venice. It is beautiful, timeless, and unforgettable. It shall whisper sweetly to you as it is swallowed by the ghostly sea. You will reach out your hand for it, while fog surrounds you, and you lose your step. You will call for it desperately as you are debilitated into depths, to no avail. It is the echo of footsteps on a weary staircase, but with no mortal. The way you love the sun and its warmth, but your eyes are seared when you approach it. Thus is romance. Romance should not be loved.

Romance is not love. '

That is one of my latest pieces, not my best, but I think it gets the point across. I'm beginning to seem more like a politician and less like a poet....yikes.

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

HM, finally writing in my blog brings back bittersweet feelings of nostalgia.
I remember when I initially created it, with great expectations and a vow of loyalty, but summer quickly had me desert.
Oh, California. Where do I start? That was the worst and best year of my life, I learned so much, but fought so hard.

Anyways, it's two years later and I'm the sweet age of 18 that's not so sweet. It's probably one of the most difficult point's in a persons life; your young but naive, and you have so much you want, with little to start off on. I know that I'm not the only person going through these tribulations, but it's such a lonely process and I've yet to wrap my head around the fact that I'm technically an adult....Whatever that means. I mean, I've always felt like I had lived before, which made life feel a bit repetitive, but now I realize how scary the big bad world actually is.

Well, I've been writing again. It's not the same as the stuff I used to write, no, it's much more informative and less vague. I realize that maturity means that you need to a bit more straightforward with what you're trying to say, needless to say, I've become much more blunt. I'm sure old friends would say I've always been blunt, or bitchy (excuse my french), now I'm just more selective. I know that people don't really care about your feelings, I've learned that the hard way, and you really have to look after yourself before anything else.