What Makes Us Girls

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Taken or not, it secures her worth in men’s eyes.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What girl, in her bleakest hours, doesn’t dream of her white-wedded day,

Yet enjoy the way a man dotes on her and hopes to pry?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Being wanted and the allure of wanting to play

The mating game when it is most forbidden, when it becomes a lie.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What could be better; the lifelong friendship of a diamond that never fades

Or the allure of longing gazes and the heavy sounds of men’s cries?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Toy with them by night and tear their hearts out by day,

There’s nothing more satisfying than knowing that you’re mine,

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

Playing an unacknowledged game, we’ll never pay,

This is what makes us girls and this is what makes us fine.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Older Girls

I grow up and I go down thirty stories,

Growing up in the 212

Everyone so proper,

Watching what the older girls do.

 

Growing up in the 212,

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

Watching what the older girls do,

Charming their way through life.

 

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Charming their way through life,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too.

 

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too

I grow up and I go down.

 

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I grow up and I go down

On those boys’ hearts.

 

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em,

Oh those boy’s hearts,

Getting the big fish now.

 

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips,

Getting the big fish now,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me.

 

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know.

 

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know

And the boys will be begging for more.

 

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll do it real good,

And the boys will be begging for more,

And the boys will never leave me alone.

 

I’ll do it real good,

I never want to be alone,

And the boys will never leave me alone

And I’ll never die alone.

 

I never want to be alone,

Everyone’s so proper,

And I’ll never die alone

Growing up and going down thirty stories in the 212.

Throwback Thursday

On the Pursuit of Knowledge

There are two things that truly embodied my childhood; frequent visits to The American Museum of Natural History and monthly issues of National Geographic. I was constantly inspired to try new feats and see new sights. I went through several career aspirations; mad scientist (i.e. little Suman’s idea of a chemist), marine biologist, archaeologist, Egyptologist, writer, musician, English teacher abroad, architect, just to name a few. The first time I visited the AMNH was in first grade of elementary school. Went with my parents almost every year after that. I also went there on a school field trip in second grade. We learned about rocks and minerals and came away with goody bags full of inspiration. I coveted my clear rock-filled pencil, geology coloring book, and collection of rocks. That day has a special place in my memories. It epitomizes everything I love about learning; the thrill of discovery (and shopping at gift stores). The Hayden Planetarium was also a favorite every time I went with my dad. Not too long thereafter, my dad subscribed to the National Geographic print magazine (funny how I have to mention print, versus digital nowadays). National Geographic was my first taste of armchair travelling. The brightly colored photographs and eloquent writings opened the world to me. I learned new words and explored new lands with every turn of the page. AMNH and National Geographic supplemented my education in a way nothing else could.

On the Definition of Heaven
As young as age 8, I dreamed of college. I’m not sure where I picked up the word or the idea of it. But I was obsessed. I knew of no Ivy names or personas in academia. At the age of 8, my oldest friend was a sixth grader. She was mature and intelligent. I imagined her gearing up for college after sixth grade graduation. Nobody told me the journey was a little more complicated than that. Anyway, picture a pristine campus full of white marble buildings in Gothic architecture and patches of lush green grass, beams of sunlight trickling magically through clouds with angels serenading me in the background. That was the heaven inside my head.
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Prima Donna

I once dreamt of everything that glittered like gold. Now I

Swim in pungent perfumes and flush furs and what must they think,

Those onlookers? My Louboutins commanding attention as they stab concrete, it

Feels so fabulously light, to view the world from Versace rose-colored glasses, those outsiders must

Be green. And my world is green; filled with green and silk Hermes. What a world to be

Living in where you sparkle under Swarovski chandeliers and float on marble, so lonely;

Crisp Benjamin’s are my army; Battles to

Be won; a prima donna reigns with glitter, gold, diamonds, and cake and must simply be

Fabulous; nothing else is better than living like a God.

Clear Cut

Clear, cold, princess cut design,

Cosmopolitan beauty likes her Cointreau and cranberry.

She’s ready      molded and sitting pretty      doesn’t she look fine?

 

Elegant fingers hold a delicate crystal flower full of girly brine.

A princess of high society, an ethereal wisp of lady she is, sitting at the brasserie,

Clear, cold, princess cut design.

 

Twinkling clinking trickle down to colour her cheeks blush wine,

A sprinkle of charm here and a sultry gaze there, what a fleeting fairy.

She’s ready      molded and sitting pretty      doesn’t she look fine?

 

The blue blood in her veins makes her pine

For another drink, an escape to a world that makes her merry.

Clear, cold, princess cut design.

If you could have dinner with 3 people (past or present) who would you choose?

One connoisseur, one writer and (I’ll count this as) one television show creator. All of them in the present. I would love to have dinner with connoisseur Anthony Bourdain (from No Reservations, a TV show). He is seriously the most people-person I’ve seen on TV and Twitter. How does he pass his raw crassness as personable? He’s brutally honest (and almost controversial) no matter what culture he’s immersed in. His narration and writing style is brilliant. Clearly, he knows how to hold a conversation. Every dinner party needs an Anthony Bourdain. My next guest of honor at the dream dinner is writer Haruki Murakami. Having read half of his works (6/12), I can tell he’s got an interesting mind and a penchant for merging Japanese and American cultural ideas. I’m sure he and Mr. Bourdain would have no problem rollicking in laughter. The piece-de-resistance is the duo TV show creator, Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk. It would be unfair to separate the two as they BOTH created the sing-songy Glee and the twisted American Horror Story. I’ve watched both shows and CAN believe that they’re so drastically different. The same minds that conceived a high school coming-of-age story are also just as capable of cranking out disturbing thoughts. These show creators are pure geniuses. One connoisseur, one writer and (I’ll count this as) one television show creator would make up the perfect dinner.