Magpies - 3/6/12 - Song Link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY

This song, "Gold Digger" By Kanye West, is a comical way of looking at this section. Wu Tsing is a self-made success, and he has many wives; kind of like a pimp. However, he picked a bad apple in Second Wife. I think it's safe to say that none of his women are with him for love, but Second Wife is so blatantly out with her greed; this song felt appropriate for the occasion. She fakes becoming sick from too much opium to get more money out of Wu Tsing, and he feeds her gold digging appetite. Kanye West describes many different scenarios involving numerous men who make a very decent salary, and women who tag along just for the opportunity to get a whiff of his bank account. This song describes Wu Tsing's situation perfectly, because if he didn't have the money and assets that he posesses, he wouldn't have any of these women; especially not Second Wife.

Best Quality - 3/5/12 - Poem: Limerick

My mother gave me a jade pendant,

Right before her life was ended;

It was too large and too green,

An old miserable thing,

Unfortunately, it was my jade pendant.

A bartender wore the same one as me,

And yes, it was too large and too green;

I then asked him why,

He looked at the sky,

He shrugged, didn't know, the same boat as me.

Before my mom died, we went to the market,

Crabs, so bright, were an easy target;

I picked it up by the head,

It was missing a leg!

But we still took it from the market.

At dinner, I saw Waverly Jong,

That whore, we never got along;

I made a mean joke,

Only to provoke,

That mean old Waverly Jong.

The plate was filled with crabs, so meaty.

Waverly took the biggest one, how greedy!

The plate got to me,

And what did I see?

A leg missing, a crab not too meaty.

After dinner, mom and I discussed,

How could I fight with Waverly? Such a terrible fuss;

I was smarter, she hinted,

And said I thought different,

And that Waverly couldn't come between us.

My father hasn't done well since mom died,

He doesn't eat, though I think he's tried;

I made the bean-curd dish,

and with an obsurd hiss,

The tomcat stood there; alive!

Four Directions - 2/27/12 - Acronym: "And Nobody Protested" (173)

After all of my hard work, my mother never appreciated what I did. She never understood.

Never did she ask if I was tired, or if I needed a break. She always assumed I was willing.

During those miserable years, she continuously tore me down, even after I built myself back up.

Never did I think someone would accept me for me; with all of my flaws.

Of course he isn't Chinese; but he has a boyish charm, and looks at me with such a pure love.

Bearing with all of the insults that come from my mother must be very difficult, even for him.

Over and over, she pounds him with questions, unnecessary comments meant to hurt.

Derived from her evil mind, her opinions could end my beautiful marriage.

Yet, I'm not worried. He has such a strong love for me; nothing could break the bond we share.

Perhaps she expects me to be someone I'm not. What else can I do?

Restart my chess career? Become the chess champion that she was so proud of?

Or maybe apologize for running away from her in the market?

Tears flow down my face when night falls, because it seems as if I've tried everything.

Early mornings with puffy eyes seem to be a ritual.

Still, I can't help but to have this feeling of hatred.

Towards her? No; but towards her ideas and why she believes she knows everything, yes.

Every day since I lost my touch with that black and white board has been a struggle.

Defiantly, I stand tall. I'll be the one to protest a peaceful relationship with my mother.