my life; my words

2 days until lady gaga

1 week until lsat results

2 weeks until buenos aires

1 life to live

It’s been a year and a half since I stepped inside a classroom, greeted by a professor and a room full of peers. People from different backgrounds coming together to exchange ideas, challenge values, and grow. My departure from the academic world has affected my intellectual capacity. My attention span has been reduced and I am having difficult articulating both written and verbal thoughts. I need to be in a classroom, or at least some sort of environment of intellectual rigor and stimulation. Someone, something, stimulate me.

i miss my tumblr account. i miss writing for me. for the past few months ive poured all my composition skills and energy into writing for strangers, hoping that they can see beyond my transcripts and develop a portrait of who i am as an individual. ive since then neglected my mental health writing exercises. i miss my tumblr account. i cant wait until dec 5th, 2009 when i get my life back. im going to celebrate by eating fried chicken at santana row

ben-ben:

I hate apartment searching.

Jay Heinrichs in “How to Teach a Child to Argue” (via delayprocrastinate) (via marpaz) (via chelynne)

In the midst of all the news media surrounding the piracy situation off Somalia, I think of the game Battleship. I haven’t played the board game in ages; the last time was probably back in elementary school during a rainy day schedule. Another reminder of the blast from the past is an idea my friend told me about the people in our lives: the genuine “ships” take time and commitment to build. Friendships, relationships, or even partnerships do not come easy.

It is has been more difficult to maintain relationships the same way I used to. Sometimes I feel so isolated in my agenda, essentially stuck on an island without a ship to sail. As if my entire fleet has been bombed, raided, and taken away from me. To add insult to injury, the ships that I have relied upon have sailed into directions I am no longer familiar with. What I previously considered my anchor is no longer stable. All I have is a raft and I am left debating between staying on this island or risking a journey with the odds stacked against me - no compass, life jacket, or even a cute sailor hat.

It is not due to a particular event, more like a culmination of different life changes and uncertainty that I have faced in the past year. If anything, I learned that life, and “ships,” are never static. I have yet to step into, or in this case, kayak up the same river twice and I would like to keep it that way.

I do not have a choice but to ride this Voyage, but at least I am the Captain of my own Ship. And if anything, I know I am getting a kick-ass tan.

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My friend VP, a student at SCU Law suggested that I choose a theme song for my LSAT studying endeavors. I decided to choose “MOVE” By Ludacris.

I have a competitive GPA with excellent writing skills and experience to develop a strong personal statement. The only obstacle between law school and I is a competitive LSAT score.

But whateva, MOVE - Get out the way!

suhdillyah:

marwinism:

Wow! I really don’t know where to start with this.

First, why are they reinforcing this racial and sexual orientation binary? Second, the intersectionality of race and sexual orientation create whole new struggles within ethnic communities. Cultural differences play a significant role in queer communities of color. It is a totally different situation identifying as a queer  person and identifying as a queer person of color.

Thanks Justin. This got me thinking.

justinreyes:

Not quite the same struggle.

It’s oddly chilling how the progressive community still divides itself in terms of how we handle struggle and the validity/weight of each one. What I don’t like here is the use of Obama’s image to suggest that all problems are solved the same way.

I don’t know when this idea came about, but many think that Obama is the fix-all, end-all, one catalyst for change. Placing his image with this kind of writing only suggests that the lines between white queerness and color conscious queerness are non-existent.

Like what JR said up there, intersectionality isn’t just for pedestrians and incoming traffic

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