Swiiki Wenqing Shi
November 9, 2015
Intergrative Seminar
Maya Samat
#1: Narcissism
Humans say I can keep memory for only seven minutes, which means I am not able to remember anything in my entire life. Such a ridiculous fallacy come from a man who uses his ugly finger pointing at me, though the most intelligent creature in the world – me, I never believe it and I can tell everything, trust me.
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I’m literally afraid of water, it is originally transparent but it always puts on a fake pale, crystal or navy blue mask under the sun. As for a pet-peeve, I feel sick living in such a fluctuating environment with silly peers who keep poking all the time while they are swimming around me. So the only positive aspect of inhaling and exhaling water is…
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I love quietly lying on my exclusive pink coral and starring at the other side of the glass of this aquarium, this is the way I can feel the night is coming, airplanes twinkle as stars, away go the steamer dawn a whistle.
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A female rush into me, she is truly a ugly – wan uneven scales and an empty eye socket – but she doesn’t recognize it at all and starts to flirt with me by sucking my adorable smooth abdomen and my perfect soft fins. Since I’m a popular catch, I don’t even give a shit about her, but I finally cannot control myself due to my…
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A ray of light bit into my eyes which have no eyelids and I wake up, I can clearly hear the noisy and annoying sounds generated by a gigantic group of human visitors and also travelers. It’s time for brunch, I am so elegant that I reject to have any artificial fish feed, instead I prefer chewy fish eggs that I hid under the sand. I use my mouth moving the sand away, suddenly I found out a …
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I get a disease. I feel extremely exhausted so I’d rather stay at the bottom of the aquarium, the frequent broadcasts in the staten island ferry station sound like tedious cello songs to me. No one cares me, all of them are selfish, mating, fighting and bubbling around me all the time. I want to close my eyes and…
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#2 Late night
I am too drunk to remember what happened last night, the only thing I can recall is that I fell asleep with several drops of Damask rose perfume in a vacant king-size bed after I went back to my house in Staten Island, by myself, with 5 inches black patent leather high heels. My husband probably went out with his pretty colleague who is at her perfect age of being an alluring woman. Damn it, how can I be so relaxed without being jealous or mad? Maybe love is supposed to be tolerant.
The reasons I drank a bottle of deer tail wine are complex. First, it was too cold being alone and alcohol makes me feel warm and comfortable although the cold awakes me all the time, as useful as cigarettes. What’s more, I heard of this kind of wine can restrain the extension of wrinkles around my eyes, I totally knew it’s kind of silly for a 40 something old woman dreaming about being a pure young girl, however the most important fact is I was missing the old time I spend with my close friends, holding parties and drinking vodka all night long before I got married. How can I be so bored and living a peaceable and honest life? Maybe love is supposed to be lonely.
It is such a failure that I cannot have children, and this sense of anxiety I have always forces me to replay the scenario of the first time I met my husband when I travelled to New York City, the biggest mistake. At that period of unwittingly falling in love, I would happily thinks the world’s happiest girl who can firmly grasp so-called love, but little imagine oneself is an ugly duckling. Well, I used to be absolutely confident, how can I abandon myself? Maybe love is supposed to be bitter.
Somebody said that if marriage is love’s gravestone, then those who do not marry die in unnamed graves. I’d rather be out of this cage and be free forever. I am just so tired to dress up after carefully thinking about the relationship between my husband and I every early morning before I take the ferry to my work , I even have no energy to cry out.
＃3 New York Rapper (I can – Nas, Empire State of Mind – Jay-Z, 8 Mile – Eminem, Damn- Fat Joe, Stonger- Kanye West)
What’up fuck y’ll
Ahh
Yeah
Let’go
Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn
Now Im down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Damn
Things got out of hand
I thought you’d understand
When words don’t say enough
But maybe I just said too much
I know I can
Be what I want to be
I know I got to be right now
cause I cant get much wronger
man i’ve been waitin’ all night now
that’s how long i’ve been on ya
I need you right now
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best
I’m a tell you how
If I work hard at it
I’ll be where I want to be
Sometimes it’s hard enough steal from the real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill’s like
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York
