Post-Colonial Colors

          Without even realizing , the meaning that we traditionally associated with certain colors have changed over the years into a more European one for many of us. For example, white is the "pure" or angelic color. (White isn't really a color, but you get the point.)

          Now, since I'm Chinese, I'll be using "Chinese" colors as an example.

          Traditionally, red was the good color. Gold represented nobility and wealth but red was the "happy-day-feel-good" color. It is the color of traditional wedding attire, for both male and female, which looks something like this.

          Although traditionally, white could be used to represent purity or clarity ( 明白 = Bright white= Clear= "Understand"), the character "white" was also used in other words which means "emptiness" or "moron". Not only that, it was a color of mourning. Therefore, traditional Chinese mourning attire was in white, like so. 

          This brings me to my main point. Due to post-colonialism and major western influences, many weddings now look like this.

          So white. 

How the heck am I going to be able to afford this?! *Panic*

Costs (2011)
Tuition: $39,482 USD
Student activities fee: $295 USD
Housing: $6,686 USD (Double room)
Dining: $4966 USD
Supplies: $2000 USD (Estimated)

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I don't think that this is the "international" fee...  *Facepalm*
IT'S NOT SO SURPRISING NOW, THAT AMERICANS WOULD RATHER BUY McD's.

America needs to make their post-secondary education cheaper. Seriously. I can't even imagine all the smart people that they're losing because they can't afford the tuition.

People, post your fallacies so I can comment! ;_;

Fallacies are not fallacious, you n00b.

          All over the world, English teachers are trying to ban the use of fallacies because they claim that since fallacies are not a proper form of argument, they must not be used. They are obviously wrong. Nowadays, fallacies are extremely commonly used therefore it has become a proper form of argument. Either you use fallacies, or you go learn to speak another language, because the English language does not need anyone who refuses to use fallacies. Even my mom said that, "If God didn't want us to use fallacies, he wouldn't have put that idea into our heads in the first place". Trust me, my mom is always right. My dad said so. If you don't believe me, then you're just stupid. Only ugly people think that fallacies are fallacious, so you there, you're ugly. If we force fallacies to remain fallacious, the English language will cease to evolve and no one will want to learn it any more. Then, English speakers will go extinct, and everyone on Earth will burn to death. Do you want to burn to death? No? I told you I'm awesome.

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My mom has yet to say the phrase "If God didn't want us to use fallacies, he wouldn't have put that idea into our heads in the first place", because she doesn't know what fallacies are. Yet. BUT, my dad does claim that my mom is always right. *Hrmph*

Grapes of Wrath: Tom Joad

          Tom Joad is the protagonist of the novel Grapes of Wrath, which takes place during the great depression. He was described as a man who appeared to be under thirty years old. He had extremely dark brown eyes and high, wide cheek bones with strong creases that went down his cheeks and around his mouth. His teeth protruded and his long upper lip stretched to cover them. We learn that he was in the McAlester prison for four years for killing a man with a shovel who stabbed him while they were both drunk at a party. His original sentence was seven years, but he was let out on parole. Combining that with the fact that "his hands were hard, with broad fingers and nails as thick and ridged as little clam shells", and that "the space between [his] thumb and forefinger and the hams of his hands were shiny with callus" leads us to think that he has lead a hard a life, perhaps even before he was sent to prison. Therefore, it is safe to assume that he has a fit, if not muscular, build.

          When we meet Tom's mother, Ma Joan, we realize that she is the motivation for not only Tom, but her whole family to stay together through the hard life of living in the Great Depression. Almost immediately after the whole family moves to California in search of jobs because they were evicted from their farm, they are harassed by police officers and have to try even harder to stay together as a family.

          Unfortunately, Tom Joan does not remind me of any characters from other literature, movies, or television shows. That may be because I have yet to finish the book, therefore I'll come back to this question when I do finish.

Cobalt Helix (Shakespearean Sonnet)

The mellow blues hidden beneath lashes
The oceans of mystical solitude
Contained by her smooth porcelain beaches
Her soul seems to spill over to be viewed

When looking just underneath the surface
We find it scattered with valor unclear

Entwined dolphins for evermore careless

Azure flames of life burn within her tears

But darkness bleeds into the depthless haze

Her shattered dreams and nightmares resurface
The bold facade is riddled and decayed
Air leaves her as though she wore a bodice

So she implores for help but is too late;
Her voice has drowned within t he depths of fate.

Dear Code-name Night Crawler,

They say,
"The poor want to be rich
While the rich want to be richer

The hungry are left to die

While the full complain about apple pie

The minority want rights

While the majority only care about tights."

Aren't we greedy?
I must admit, I am too.

But I don't need money
When I can have you

Your laughter feeds me
Don't worry, I'll feed you too

Though I'd have to say
You would look funky in tights,

My heart is certain
That you're Mr. Right

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NOTE: Ms. Mah! This is my second post for the valentine message thingy. There's another one if you scroll down (:

To those who know who he is, please know that I'm fully aware of our age difference. *Laugh*

I chose to dedicate this Valentine message to him as a "thank you" for helping me through my midlife-crisis-at-the-age-of-sixteen, putting up with my hyperactive insanity, laughing at my totally-not-lame jokes, and making me laugh with his also-totally-not-lame jokes.

So thank you, Night Crawler, my partner in being forever single.
 Happy belated Valentine's Day.