Poem From Anthology Workshop

Family gatherings is where I hear the
thump thump
of familiar voices in Vietnamese karaoke the
thump thump
of the rhythms of little cousins' bottoms sliding down the rough carpet stairs the
thump thump
of the footsteps made by mothers in the kitchen cooking the
thump thump
of the slapping of playing cards on dinner tables by uncles and fathers the
thump thump
of my heart beat
cause.... that is where the home is.

Perspectives

it's mind boggling to think of how many diverse and dispersed perspectives there are along the lines of class, sexuality, gender, race, locale, nation.

A night within a morning

based on reason, science, or so-called evident truths, we look at time as something linear, continuous, always moving with us moving with it, directing forward all the time.

for some, time moves faster for them than others. for some, time moves slower for them than others. if you "feel" like time is moving fast or slow, then are you purely "feeling" meaning you're not being rational as you are basing your truth on simply emotion. We can get all philosophical here, but perhaps I should not continue to delve into it.

This year is my most busiest year. It seems like I've adjusted quite well to my classes. I'm no longer as stressed out as I used to be over tests and assignments as I just naturally do them now. I'm reflecting on how I used to spend my "time", this linear conception we've come to understand growing up.

Sometimes, I wish I still had the time (Whatever that means) to catch up on the latest movies, tv shows, things that unite a lot of people nowadays. Being in this sanitized bubble of privilege, I've been realizing so much of my detachment to outer societies--whatever they may be. I feel like I am still living in the past. I need to have some time to catch up on time sometime.

It's the morning from a late night of partying again. I should be sleeping, but I can't. This feeling is coming back to me and I can't seem to digest it. Let it feed on me again for old time's sake

Walking Out on 9/24 (today)

I'm still up researching and writing my paper for Advertising. I am hoping to finish this paper tonight, or even perhaps in the morning, so I can participate fully in the protests that is happening TODAY all across California on UC campuses. I've recently heard that community college is also hurt and De Anza College in Cupertino has thousands of students not being able to add classes they want and need. This shit is crazy.


Reflecting on what I've been going through in college, I'm very grateful to be in a time period like this: the first person of color/mixed race person to become president and being in Berkeley to witness the mass reveling on the streets and this mass protest movement that is happening today all over the UCs. I find it incredibly unfair to take so much money away from education in a time like this especially when education is the basis for our social structure and the underserved's mobility. 3% of the state budget is cut, and 30% is cut from education. Tuition is raised from $6,000 to $10,000 which ironically shows that public education is slowly becoming privatized.

Sorry, but after years of struggle, movements and fight for civil rights from many people, it is again overturned even more with something like this. Sorry, but the door for college is gonna be shut for a lot more people like people of color and immigrants. Sorry, it's not gonna happen. You tell me if this is democracy when more people are going to become more disenfranchised because. You tell me if it's fair to slowly move into segregation AGAIN.

War - The World is a Ghetto

this may be true, if education is only accessible to a few, and barred off from many.

The Purpose of Papers

Gotta write them papers to get that paper.

The Purpose of Education

You're IN class so later on you can HAVE class.

The Curse and Gift of Thinking Hard

Sometimes, I refer myself as a Hamlet, that character in that Shakespearean play who overanalyzes his situations so much that he becomes caught in the web of his thinking. He is literally a victim of his own cognitive spider. When I first read, or rather sparknoted, that play in my senior year of high school, the dimensions of his character spoke so much the dimensions of my own character, or at least my interpretation of it.

Something I might wanna on this year since this is my last real year here is at CAL is to "take things as it is" (as quoted by Voltaire from my APALI internship this year) sometimes. My human relationships are on the line and I really want to make the people around me happy and myself happy. I know there will be a lot of fluctuations throughout this year, but it really all depends on how I approach it.