March 27, 2011
To my 30-year-old self,
I don’t know if, ten years from now, you’ll remember the day of your twentieth birthday. But here’s what you should know: that day, it was raining. That day, you went and got sushi with a couple of good friends and explored a part of San Francisco you’ve never been to before. That day, in English 214, you’re professor taught you something important; that when you’re young, you have all the time in the world to accomplish everything you want to accomplish, but as you grow older, time moves faster. After two decades of living, you understood, at that moment in your English 214 class, that it was no longer time to wait for the future to come—it was time to take charge of the future and make it everything you wanted it to be.
So, the first thing you went and did to mark your hopes for the future was get your first tattoo, the one on your right wrist. Do you remember what it stands for, and why you got it? Ka, the bridge, the understanding that everything and everyone is connected in some way. You got it because you understood that connection, and you felt it always important to keep that piece of information in mind. You also got it so that you could become the bridge. You found your passion in community organizing and helping others, and you knew that in such an environment, it was important to make solid connections with others. By permanently marking yourself with ka, and by putting it on your right arm (the arm you use to shake hands with when meeting new people) there was no way you could ever forget that.
You also told yourself that you would make San Francisco your home. You would live in the Sunset, the Excelsior, or the Mission, and there you would help the community by helping the youth of the community. You, who had found what she was looking for in Ethnic Studies, wanted to spread that knowledge to others, who needed to know the truth. You wanted to take a place that didn’t have much hope and give it everything.
And while you were working to help others, you planned to go to graduate school, to attain your master’s in Ethnic Studies. You weren’t sure what you would do with the degree, but you knew that having it would help you out somehow later on. You knew that your education would not end after just four years, and you made it a point to be the first in your family to get your master’s (and maybe even your doctorate).
Then, you saw yourself leaving the Bay, to learn more about communities similar to your own. You decided that you wanted to go to Hawaii because of your family’s roots there. You wanted to better understand what they went through growing up there. You also wanted to better understand the history of the islands, the struggles of the islanders, and how you could turn things around for them. You wanted to bring ethnic studies to Hawaii.
But Hawaii wasn’t the only place you wanted to go. You saw yourself living in Brooklyn, maybe New Orleans, then visiting Seattle, Washington DC, Chicago, and Georgia. You knew for sure that you would somehow make it to the Philippines, to see the farm Nanay and Tatay left behind. You would also learn more about your Dad’s family history, a history that you have found difficult to obtain.
You decided you would become fluent in Tagalog and Spanish, two languages you felt you needed to know to reach out to others, to become that bridge. You would continue to work at your poetry and spoken word. And you dreamed of writing a very important book, a story about the struggles of a modern-day Filipino family, a novel that would change mainstream America’s conceptions of Filipina and Filipina American womyn.
All of this, you dreamed of accomplishing when you were only twenty years old. So, thirty-year-old me, looking back at the past ten years of your life, what of these things have you accomplished? Even if they weren’t included in this letter, what strides have you made? Of course, ten-year plans are meant to be changed as life goes on, but have you stayed true to who you are and what you believe in? Do you still believe in ka?
I hope this letter doesn’t find you troubled, because you were unable to get to most of these goals, or you forgot. Instead, I hope that you see this letter and gain some sort of perspective from hearing from your twenty-year-old self and what she believed in. Or, maybe you were able to accomplish everything and more, and your twenty-year-old self got it all right. Either way, I hope that you are healthy, happy, and you take time for yourself. I love you dearly and I only hope the best for you.
Love always,
20-year-old you
021711/a journey to find balance
Walked into Dan's office today to get my independent study papers signed, only to find Not Dan sitting in his chair. He invited me in and told me Dan would be back shortly. Normally, such encounters would be awkward; normally, I would just wait outside in the hall until Dan came back. But for some reason, I agreed to sit in the tiny office with a complete stranger.
It's weird how things work out like that sometimes. We got to talking and actually learned a lot about each other. Not Dan told me about this ambitious project he's undertaking that starts with some community awareness about street names, mixes with a bit of controversy, and ends with a better understanding of U.S. relations with the Philippines and other third-world countries. I told him about my major (and minor), the archive, my plans for the future, and my complicated relationship with my parents about said future. And even though we had never met before that moment, we were talking like old friends. The conversation went from political to personal and everywhere in between, and we had similar levels of understanding on all fronts. About half-an-hour passed and finally Dan came back. Then Not Dan looked at me, hand outstretched, and said, "Oh hey, I'm B, by the way."
I had never before met someone where the conversation came so naturally, where the exchange of words felt so nice, and the need to learn about each others content was greater than the need to know each others names. I could see the passion in B's eyes when he described his project to me, and I was genuinely interested. And I could feel his empathy for me when I told him about my parents, because he himself had experienced similar situations with his own. And when we talked politics, we found ourselves on the same page, seeing the world with the same set of eyes. It's refreshing to meet people with the same passions as me. Kasama.
It's encounters like these, when I feel like I've met a true brother of the movement, that I feel like I'm making the right choices, taking the right path in life. Meeting other people who are fighting for the same thing as me gives me hope and tells me to keep going. Hopefully, B and I will meet again. Maybe I can even help him with his project in the future. But even if we never talk again, I know I will meet other people like him. In this field of work, it's inevitable. Kasama.
It's weird how things work out like that sometimes. We got to talking and actually learned a lot about each other. Not Dan told me about this ambitious project he's undertaking that starts with some community awareness about street names, mixes with a bit of controversy, and ends with a better understanding of U.S. relations with the Philippines and other third-world countries. I told him about my major (and minor), the archive, my plans for the future, and my complicated relationship with my parents about said future. And even though we had never met before that moment, we were talking like old friends. The conversation went from political to personal and everywhere in between, and we had similar levels of understanding on all fronts. About half-an-hour passed and finally Dan came back. Then Not Dan looked at me, hand outstretched, and said, "Oh hey, I'm B, by the way."
I had never before met someone where the conversation came so naturally, where the exchange of words felt so nice, and the need to learn about each others content was greater than the need to know each others names. I could see the passion in B's eyes when he described his project to me, and I was genuinely interested. And I could feel his empathy for me when I told him about my parents, because he himself had experienced similar situations with his own. And when we talked politics, we found ourselves on the same page, seeing the world with the same set of eyes. It's refreshing to meet people with the same passions as me. Kasama.
It's encounters like these, when I feel like I've met a true brother of the movement, that I feel like I'm making the right choices, taking the right path in life. Meeting other people who are fighting for the same thing as me gives me hope and tells me to keep going. Hopefully, B and I will meet again. Maybe I can even help him with his project in the future. But even if we never talk again, I know I will meet other people like him. In this field of work, it's inevitable. Kasama.
021611/extremes
It's either I have too much to do or nothing at all. Where is the fucking balance?
Excuse the frustration. Right now, it's nothing at all. Tomorrow is another story. But right now, right now I feel like I need to add more to my already busy plate. I need to join an org, get more involved in the community. Maybe LFS? ANAKBAYAN? BAYANUSA? I applied for a job at school. I have plans to write a novel. I'm thinking of doing a self-discovery project. I am considering taking on some sort of big project for the archive, cause Lord knows we always needa get shit done. Maybe I'll do grant writing. I hate this feeling, of being...stagnant.
I actually do have a lot to do. It's just stuff I don't want to do, stuff I could care less about. School always takes second banana to life. School has just never been so draining and lifeless as this semester. And when I mean school, I really only mean English. I hate that class.
Okay, it's out of my system. Good night.
Excuse the frustration. Right now, it's nothing at all. Tomorrow is another story. But right now, right now I feel like I need to add more to my already busy plate. I need to join an org, get more involved in the community. Maybe LFS? ANAKBAYAN? BAYANUSA? I applied for a job at school. I have plans to write a novel. I'm thinking of doing a self-discovery project. I am considering taking on some sort of big project for the archive, cause Lord knows we always needa get shit done. Maybe I'll do grant writing. I hate this feeling, of being...stagnant.
I actually do have a lot to do. It's just stuff I don't want to do, stuff I could care less about. School always takes second banana to life. School has just never been so draining and lifeless as this semester. And when I mean school, I really only mean English. I hate that class.
Okay, it's out of my system. Good night.
112810/truth's out
Hello blog,
I haven't forgotten about you, promise. I've just been cheating on you with the younger, better-looking tumblr. (insert GASP here). But I promise you, it's just not the same. I love you both, but in very different ways. I know you might find it hard to forgive me, but I promise I will make things work between us.
BUT, I am not giving up my tumblr. Wah wah wah.
I haven't forgotten about you, promise. I've just been cheating on you with the younger, better-looking tumblr. (insert GASP here). But I promise you, it's just not the same. I love you both, but in very different ways. I know you might find it hard to forgive me, but I promise I will make things work between us.
BUT, I am not giving up my tumblr. Wah wah wah.
091910/introverts
This weekend I was reminded of the joys of doing things on your own. Had a little solo trip into the city on Saturday and I can't say I didn't love it. The combination of uncertainty in a place I've never been to before and the freedom of venturing around by myself was both scary and exhilarating.
I must admit that I've gotten used to having another body around me to draw my courage and the thought of real independence somewhat scares me. But not having my usual crowd around to depend on was a pleasant surprise in words I can't seem to find. A different point of view emerges when you are on your own than when you are with a friend or two.
I can't wait to make San Francisco my city. And after that; the world.
I must admit that I've gotten used to having another body around me to draw my courage and the thought of real independence somewhat scares me. But not having my usual crowd around to depend on was a pleasant surprise in words I can't seem to find. A different point of view emerges when you are on your own than when you are with a friend or two.
I can't wait to make San Francisco my city. And after that; the world.
091510/educate
Check it.
Proof that undocumented immigrants aren't actually the reason behind the failing economy. And, in reality, never were. Don't believe everything the media tells you.
Proof that undocumented immigrants aren't actually the reason behind the failing economy. And, in reality, never were. Don't believe everything the media tells you.
090410/reflections
Hello. Life is good.
I woke up the other morning and checked the time on my cell phone like I normally do. Upon doing this, I saw my reflection in the blank screen and have ever since been inspired to do a self-portrait. Now all I need to do is get on that shit.
Interested? We'll talk.
I woke up the other morning and checked the time on my cell phone like I normally do. Upon doing this, I saw my reflection in the blank screen and have ever since been inspired to do a self-portrait. Now all I need to do is get on that shit.
Interested? We'll talk.
080610/welcome the decline
Let's try and be more substantial.
The problem with the internet these days is that self-expression is mistaken for re-blogging a picture that evokes no emotion but looks pretty cool or tweeting about what happened to you in the bathroom ten seconds ago.
Don't get me wrong; I love blogging and see it as a way to hear and be heard. But I hate the fact that most of my peers would rather have a blog as a way to gain brownie points on the interwebz. I like pretty pictures too, but I also like words, long paragraphs, and thoughts that have been simmering in someone's brain long enough to actually be coherent, insightful, and, well...thoughtful. Most people tend to shy away from giant chunks of text, and that seriously kills me inside.
Honestly, I could care less what you do on the internet, but let's just take the time to realize what the internet is doing to our generation. It's allowing us to get away with incoherent speech and reactions like LOLOLOL and instilling in us a fear of words with no pictures.
In other words, it's dumbing us down, and in more ways than the one mentioned above. Thank you, internet. The institution appreciates your assistance.
The problem with the internet these days is that self-expression is mistaken for re-blogging a picture that evokes no emotion but looks pretty cool or tweeting about what happened to you in the bathroom ten seconds ago.
Don't get me wrong; I love blogging and see it as a way to hear and be heard. But I hate the fact that most of my peers would rather have a blog as a way to gain brownie points on the interwebz. I like pretty pictures too, but I also like words, long paragraphs, and thoughts that have been simmering in someone's brain long enough to actually be coherent, insightful, and, well...thoughtful. Most people tend to shy away from giant chunks of text, and that seriously kills me inside.
Honestly, I could care less what you do on the internet, but let's just take the time to realize what the internet is doing to our generation. It's allowing us to get away with incoherent speech and reactions like LOLOLOL and instilling in us a fear of words with no pictures.
In other words, it's dumbing us down, and in more ways than the one mentioned above. Thank you, internet. The institution appreciates your assistance.
080610/step back
Just thought it was time to remind myself that this is for no one but me. Fuck this, that, and errthang in between.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I need a mental cleansing. I have so many outlets to put my mind at ease that I’m not even sure where to turn to anymore. As a result, I tell myself that I will, in fact, write shit down when inspiration strikes, but still fail to do so and, in consequence, neglect my poetry journal, my dream journal, and this here blog. Yeah, too many outlets. And I ain’t even mentioned my tumblr yet. I guess I can get a little overzealous.
Here's to improving at whatever the fuck I'm talking about.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I need a mental cleansing. I have so many outlets to put my mind at ease that I’m not even sure where to turn to anymore. As a result, I tell myself that I will, in fact, write shit down when inspiration strikes, but still fail to do so and, in consequence, neglect my poetry journal, my dream journal, and this here blog. Yeah, too many outlets. And I ain’t even mentioned my tumblr yet. I guess I can get a little overzealous.
Here's to improving at whatever the fuck I'm talking about.
071210/one more for oscar grant
There are a lot of things to be said about the shooting at Fruitvale Bart Station over a year ago and the verdict of the Johannes Mehserle trial. In fact, a lot of things have already been said, if you pay attention.
But let me just say this. That single moment, when Mehserle pulled that trigger, not only meant the destruction of two separate lives and two separate families. Yes, it's true that we will never be able to bring Oscar back and Johannes Mehserle's life will also be changed dramatically, but that is only the surface.
This whole ordeal, from the actual shooting, leading up to the verdict, to the protests, and continuing on to the actual sentencing gives us a glimpse of the bitter and bare-faced reality of the American justice system. "Involuntary Manslaugher" means that the problem is only being further perpetuated.
Oscar Grant is no different from Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo, or Aiyana Stanley Jones. In our society, the sad truth is that it is perfectly acceptable for law enforcement to shoot innocent black people and get away with it. And when the community rises up in anger, it is perfectly acceptable for that same law enforcement to go in and suppress these people, target them with their batons and tear gas, then claim that these people were a threat to society.
And after all that is said and done, the victims are the ones left to blame and the true villains are regarded as heroes. And that, folks, is the sad truth.
But let me just say this. That single moment, when Mehserle pulled that trigger, not only meant the destruction of two separate lives and two separate families. Yes, it's true that we will never be able to bring Oscar back and Johannes Mehserle's life will also be changed dramatically, but that is only the surface.
This whole ordeal, from the actual shooting, leading up to the verdict, to the protests, and continuing on to the actual sentencing gives us a glimpse of the bitter and bare-faced reality of the American justice system. "Involuntary Manslaugher" means that the problem is only being further perpetuated.
Oscar Grant is no different from Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo, or Aiyana Stanley Jones. In our society, the sad truth is that it is perfectly acceptable for law enforcement to shoot innocent black people and get away with it. And when the community rises up in anger, it is perfectly acceptable for that same law enforcement to go in and suppress these people, target them with their batons and tear gas, then claim that these people were a threat to society.
And after all that is said and done, the victims are the ones left to blame and the true villains are regarded as heroes. And that, folks, is the sad truth.
071110/heaviness
This is a few days late. Regardless, it's still relevant. Here's to Oscar Grant.
Footage of the actual murder.
Oscar Grant Verdict: Involuntary Manslaughter
Article of the verdict.
Oakland after the verdict.
"Handcuffs" by Native Guns
A song in response to the trial.
Demand Justice For Oscar Grant
A petition to address police injustice.
Footage of the actual murder.
Oscar Grant Verdict: Involuntary Manslaughter
Article of the verdict.
Oakland after the verdict.
"Handcuffs" by Native Guns
A song in response to the trial.
Demand Justice For Oscar Grant
A petition to address police injustice.
062810/racebending
To all those who are still going to watch the Avatar movie when it comes out, thinking, I don't care if the cast is white, I just want to see the effects--especially if you are Asian--here's some food for thought.
It's not just a silly issue when Hollywood enlists in an all-white cast for a movie that is based on a series that is heavily influenced by asian cultures. In fact, it's a very big deal. Here's some perspective: if Hollywood tried to pull something like this while casting for Fat Albert, a lot more people would do something about it. If the Asian community--the community that should be MOST offended by the upcoming premiere of this movie--wasn't so indifferent about these issues, Hollywood would realize that shit is NOT okay.
What angers me more than this movie is the fact that most people are so apathetic to the issue at hand. A good majority of Asian-americans seem to forget that they too are included in the race relations in this country. We are in the same boat as everyone else, we are also being fucked over by American institutions. The only difference between us and other people of color is that we seem to be delusional; most young people who have the power to do something refuse to even acknowledge that there is a problem. We are too self-obsessed, ignoring the fact that our indifference only further perpetuates our oppression.
And if you actually understand what the fuck is going on and still refuse to do anything about it, shame on you. That's just damn laziness.
Just take a look at what happened to Vincent Chin back in 1982. No big efforts were made by the Asian community following his death. 28 years later and the issue is still the same. No one seems to give enough of a fuck.
"Who killed Vincent Chin, was it them, was it us not giving enough of a fuck to stand up?" -Geologic
062410/this is new
I like...
The raspiness of her voice. Because let's be real: in music, nothing is better than a raspy voice. It just makes the music so much better.
062010/music is my heart
It's been a long time since I've actually talked music with someone. Music is an interesting thing because it is so personal. What you listen to is your business and nobody else's. You have music for when you're feeling happy and music for when you're feeling sad. You might pick your favorite songs either for the lyrics or the beat. It's all up to you.
This is probably why people feel deeply attached to their choices in music. Even though music is for everyone, it can be very personal. Something I yearn for in life is to find my musical soulmate. Someone who can accompany me to shows and talk music with. But because an individual's musical taste can range greatly, I realize that a perfect match is near impossible.
Even so, if you ask around, you can probably find a lot of overlaps within peoples' musical spectrums. Imagine my surprise when I actually find someone who also loves the genius of the Blue Scholars or the hilarity of the Flight of the Conchords. Music has the power to alienate people or bring them together.
I have no idea where I am going with this. I guess I've been thinking about the wonders of music lately because I've been trying to expand my own musical library. I've been searching through blogs and various other places, opening my ears and my mind to things I've never experienced before. From this, I've found out that a big part of music is being open to different things. This is also a good approach to life in general. Why knock something you've never tried before or know nothing about?
I've come to the conclusion that the whole world revolves around music. There are many lessons to be learned and many experiences to be gained from opening up your ears. And open ears ultimately lead to an open heart. So open up your heart. Listen.
This is probably why people feel deeply attached to their choices in music. Even though music is for everyone, it can be very personal. Something I yearn for in life is to find my musical soulmate. Someone who can accompany me to shows and talk music with. But because an individual's musical taste can range greatly, I realize that a perfect match is near impossible.
Even so, if you ask around, you can probably find a lot of overlaps within peoples' musical spectrums. Imagine my surprise when I actually find someone who also loves the genius of the Blue Scholars or the hilarity of the Flight of the Conchords. Music has the power to alienate people or bring them together.
I have no idea where I am going with this. I guess I've been thinking about the wonders of music lately because I've been trying to expand my own musical library. I've been searching through blogs and various other places, opening my ears and my mind to things I've never experienced before. From this, I've found out that a big part of music is being open to different things. This is also a good approach to life in general. Why knock something you've never tried before or know nothing about?
I've come to the conclusion that the whole world revolves around music. There are many lessons to be learned and many experiences to be gained from opening up your ears. And open ears ultimately lead to an open heart. So open up your heart. Listen.
Create a playlist at MixPod.com
061710/cause i thought it was cute
I went through all of my myspace comments too. These are more funny than endearing.
Lawrence: (May 2, 2007 6:18PM) its gone, kinda =( so im sad. my mom made me cut it. so yeah. how many people with afros do you know?
Lawrence: (May 2, 2007 6:43PM) no! dont replace me! i'll grow it back! do you know alot of black people?
Em: (May 4, 2007 10:54PM) haha, yes i feel ya! re-re-re-RE--MIXXX. Lol. awesomee. i had the remix before, but was "deleted by artist" ): but at least i still got it on my phonee! whoop.
Kristel: (Nov 21, 2006 3:44PM) HI MONICA!! IM SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BECAUSE I AM AT YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!! OH CRAP. I JUST DID SOMETHING TO YOUR COMPUTER. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jess: (Jan 14, 2007 9:42PM) hey girl! remember that guinea pig i have... its actually a girl! it has a baby dang... i was really freaked out!
Jess: (Jan 14 2007 9:50PM) yea fool keep laughing... keep laughing then one of your hermit crabs get pregnant on you and you don't even know who the babys daddy is! haha man dude... imma grandma! lmao
Anthony: (Dec 3, 2006 8:23PM) dam yur song sounds hella ghetto...i would never put hella hard ass music on my profile....what i tell u bout using gangster shit wit me.....gotta keap my image clean lol.
Dexter: (Nov 21, 2005 10:45AM) sure i can! if michael jackson can do it, i can.
Alex: (May 28, 2007 4:36 PM) yeah i do think imma just get it just liek that. now you wait a minute. damn my cat is hella wack.doesnt even smoke my crack.
The End.
Lawrence: (May 2, 2007 6:18PM) its gone, kinda =( so im sad. my mom made me cut it. so yeah. how many people with afros do you know?
Lawrence: (May 2, 2007 6:43PM) no! dont replace me! i'll grow it back! do you know alot of black people?
Em: (May 4, 2007 10:54PM) haha, yes i feel ya! re-re-re-RE--MIXXX. Lol. awesomee. i had the remix before, but was "deleted by artist" ): but at least i still got it on my phonee! whoop.
Kristel: (Nov 21, 2006 3:44PM) HI MONICA!! IM SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BECAUSE I AM AT YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!! OH CRAP. I JUST DID SOMETHING TO YOUR COMPUTER. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jess: (Jan 14, 2007 9:42PM) hey girl! remember that guinea pig i have... its actually a girl! it has a baby dang... i was really freaked out!
Jess: (Jan 14 2007 9:50PM) yea fool keep laughing... keep laughing then one of your hermit crabs get pregnant on you and you don't even know who the babys daddy is! haha man dude... imma grandma! lmao
Anthony: (Dec 3, 2006 8:23PM) dam yur song sounds hella ghetto...i would never put hella hard ass music on my profile....what i tell u bout using gangster shit wit me.....gotta keap my image clean lol.
Dexter: (Nov 21, 2005 10:45AM) sure i can! if michael jackson can do it, i can.
Alex: (May 28, 2007 4:36 PM) yeah i do think imma just get it just liek that. now you wait a minute. damn my cat is hella wack.doesnt even smoke my crack.
The End.
061110/mother-daughter moments
My mom was showing me my cousin's baby momma, who was sixteen when she had my nephew, on facebook.
Mom: Look, see? This is her now, and she was sixteen when she had Hayden. She's your age and has two children!
Me: Ughh...
Mom: (clicks on one of her pictures and points at the guy in the picture) This is the other baby's dad. I guess she's into older guys.
Me: No kidding.
Mom: (clicks on her info) Oh, well at least she's going to a university.
Me: Really, Mom? And where exactly is Stay High University located?
Mom: Ohhhh!! (starts laughing) Oh cool, so I can make something like that up too? I'm gonna say I went to Pakalolo University then! Get out of here, I'm changing my profile now.
Mom: Look, see? This is her now, and she was sixteen when she had Hayden. She's your age and has two children!
Me: Ughh...
Mom: (clicks on one of her pictures and points at the guy in the picture) This is the other baby's dad. I guess she's into older guys.
Me: No kidding.
Mom: (clicks on her info) Oh, well at least she's going to a university.
Me: Really, Mom? And where exactly is Stay High University located?
Mom: Ohhhh!! (starts laughing) Oh cool, so I can make something like that up too? I'm gonna say I went to Pakalolo University then! Get out of here, I'm changing my profile now.
060710/my life, the movie
And to top that off, I learn this from Paolo, who comes to me in class one day like, your brother dances???
My life is so worthy of a daytime soap opera or something.
Paolo: Next thing you know, you find out you have a secret sister!
Yeah. That already happened.
But no, this isn't about me. Watch my brother, the c-walker! Click, click, click!
060710/thinkwrite
Remember when they made us do these for English back in high school? Here's me bringin it back.
I'm kindof mad at myself for not taking any pictures of my summer so far. I've had some great experiences and made great memories, but it's hard to share without a visual. It's whatever though. Summer's just starting and I sure as hell ain't finished rockin it out.
Lately I've been inspired by more politically minded blogs, like Ruby's or Sahra's. These strong females are doing amazing things with their lives, and I hope to one day get on their level. I've been thinking about my future lately, and I'm excited because my dreams seem legit now. Of course, there's still a long way to go to get from here to there, but it's the upcoming journey that, at the moment, excites me most. I'm gonna be doing big things, watch me.
I'm thinking of ways to refresh my blog to better reflect what I'm starting to focus on in life. See above inspirations. More art, more politics, more thoughts/rants/dreams, more pictures. Why? Because I want to. My blog, my rules. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?
I love new beginnings.
I miss the airport. It sounds weird, but true. I miss going places, seeing things. I miss being in a place where everyone in that moment of time is transient. At the airport, nothing stays still. I like to people-watch, and I wonder where my fellow nomads are going and why.
Here's to new beginnings.
I'm kindof mad at myself for not taking any pictures of my summer so far. I've had some great experiences and made great memories, but it's hard to share without a visual. It's whatever though. Summer's just starting and I sure as hell ain't finished rockin it out.
Lately I've been inspired by more politically minded blogs, like Ruby's or Sahra's. These strong females are doing amazing things with their lives, and I hope to one day get on their level. I've been thinking about my future lately, and I'm excited because my dreams seem legit now. Of course, there's still a long way to go to get from here to there, but it's the upcoming journey that, at the moment, excites me most. I'm gonna be doing big things, watch me.
I'm thinking of ways to refresh my blog to better reflect what I'm starting to focus on in life. See above inspirations. More art, more politics, more thoughts/rants/dreams, more pictures. Why? Because I want to. My blog, my rules. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?
I love new beginnings.
I miss the airport. It sounds weird, but true. I miss going places, seeing things. I miss being in a place where everyone in that moment of time is transient. At the airport, nothing stays still. I like to people-watch, and I wonder where my fellow nomads are going and why.
Here's to new beginnings.
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