Story

The Carbonated Smile...

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I'd like to start with heart-rending poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, of all lives showed me how to express love, the ulterior story behind her words could depict what is blooming inside me...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

by the back sound of Yiruma's What Beautiful Stars.


One must be frustrated when realizing his chest is overflown by the unfamiliar feeling yet breezy, no?

Life is such a tease, only seeing how you smile something inside me is jumping like a frog between rains. Neurotransmitter? Maybe it's such a thing the book said, induced my seventh cranial nerve to move forming a smile, maybe it's such a thing that make my heart feels at ease. I can't describe it further, how my body reacts on that carbonated smile.

Why carbonated?

Just as how it was described, it's fizzy because it contains bubbles that fill up my chest, giving smarting sensation yet banging, making my rise and fall chest hurt because too much carbon dioxide, but addictive.

Dear the owner of the carbonated smile...
You got me.
I don't know what to call this feeling, it could only be a simple admiration...

Thoughts

Femininity

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feminism (noun) /ˈfem.ɪ.nɪ.z ə m/
the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state
She had a lifelong commitment to feminism.

World enters a new sequence of dynamic changes, where feminism finds its comeback, where using bra can be counted as restricting woman’s right, well not all, but for some…

Sadly, we keep moving on from bad to worse, to the worst. For a decade, we have fought to give woman legal and reproductive rights, pursuing higher education, topping the trades and professions, and even reversing the beliefs about their social role, not to mention, house-husband is quite popular now.

Dealing with thousand of exasperation and reproaches didn’t make it enough for them to bend. The affluent, educated, liberated women, there, do not feel as free as they want to. Instead of contemplating their apparent frivolous fool, concerning whether the dress would work on them is too much taking place.

Well, thing to concern about woman isn’t more how to take them in politics. Thing to concern now is how to make them domestic and passive…

Women destined to live as a pure existence, could I say an incarnation of angel without wings?

Found a heartrending clips above, it’s an allusion. Where in one side women share their artless affections, on the other side women show no differences from demons.

The idea of feminism little-or-much, has contorted people’s mind and not impossible, their heart. 

Woman is fragile, their heart maybe made out of plastic or glass, they need to be protected, handled with cares, no? 

“yes.” 

I believe most of us will completely say yes.

I never heard them vowing as a monk to be pure and chastity, but doesn’t mean it’s okay to see thousand of babies thrown out in the street. Sad thing to mention, they become heartless?