blinking left-hand signal stalls

as i hit the ground dashing for a bite to eat off that metallic tray of sugar cookies- too sweet to be good for you. moderation is key but if temptation makes you bleed, what sense is holding back?

stepping

splats and cracks on rainfall's cue give me reason to stay in.

no messes that stem from the dog's chest hair, scratch scratch scratching away the irritations a full day gathers. and when the full moon makes its way to the spotlight, it steps into a song that only the most remote telephone poles exhaust itself to can imagine. great shimmers reach sleeping pigeons as the clouds clear and sinuses also clear from the debris that the wind sprays away. it's time to dance.

i'm back back

i'm thirsty for music and stories... by real people about real experiences.

just came back from New York Citayyyyyyy and i'm missing it sooooo. no more waking up to humidity. to creaks in my uncle's house as people walk around. no more subway trains and listening to people's plea for some money. to feeling like taxi's are about to run you over as you cross the street. to traveling half a day just to eat something new. to lurking around for the real mister softie. to roaming around with aleta til 4am. to halal food. to come home with blistered feet. to somehow always managing to end up in st. mark's place.

i've still yet come to the realization that i've officially moved back home... only temporary tho. avenue q the musical was singing about how things you're doing and where you're going is not permanent- fluidity of direction and purpose is what keeps things exciting.

on to the next one!

inching my way

i'm really juiced for the next few weeks! i was gonna write "next few weeks of school" but in truth, there's only these last four days until school is officially over! i'm definitely not done with stuff though, like REACH! transition day.. i'm probably going to have REACH! withdrawals in the fall next year haha. graduation is just around the corner..

some things going on... i will be learning about grassroots organizing as part of CPA for Labor Summer's internship over the summer! it'll be really fun =]. it was mother's day weekend last weekend and i got to go home and we went to eat little sheep mongolian hot pot with mom dad sainie joe wanny. then sunday there was a family dinner with all sides of the family.

i had my first last final monday at 7pm haha, i was really not in the mood. there is a hunger strike going on on campus with over 20 students who are protesting against the SB 1070 bill, a bill in Arizona that will allow racial profiling and discrimination against undocumented people.

please read: http://hungryforjustice.wordpress.com/2010/05/10/why-are-we-asking-for-what-we-are-asking-for-a-message-to-chancellor-birgeneau-and-vice-chancellor-breslauer/

graduation is coming so quickly... pretty amazing. i think i'm ready.

life's changing 180 degrees.

gotta grab on before i slip off this pedestal

and hit me back to reality. inevitable.

heart heavy

Read: Man in Oakland Attack Remains on Life Support

This article makes me really sad and disappointed. Why are we continually hurting each other when we should be fighting against the larger system together? He could've been my own dad...

My love goes to his family.

count down til i can breathe

it's been a while since i've written in this. i've started writing in a physical journal again, and i hope i keep it consistent.

i'm currently writing a letter to my pen pal, part of the sasc prison outreach program, where i write letters as a form of communication to someone who is incarcerated. it's amazing how we tend to forget what we don't see. or hear. i forget my privilege that i don't have to wait for someone to check me, to already feel criminalized for being in a place, for being pushed away and forgotten in society. incarcerated individuals don't have that ability to express their needs. from this pen pal program, i definitely recognize my privilege of being able to just feel free and human even with all the injustices we face.

as i claim that i am boggled down by the pressures of uc berkeley and feel trapped, nothing can compare to being imprisoned.

larry's jizz

lathered on sliced baguettes from Berkeley Bowl, he tops it off with shrimp chunks and cheese. it was hella good but he wouldn't tell me what his jizz sauce is made out of!

he makes me unproductive.