I am content ( Read more... )

This past weekend, I attended training in Los Angeles called the Asian Pacific American Labor Alliance Organizing Institute, whose premise is training people about labor union organizing and how to recruit workers. Asian Pacific American Labor Alliance (APALA) is a national labor contingency organization under the American Federation of Labor - ( Read more... )

My life has been so horrible lately. My emotions drive my body. Pent-up anger, sadness, sorrow, frustration. Pent-up tears. I’ve been trying to move on, its hard. Life is really hard ( Read more... )

This past weekend was filled with many Debbie downers, but filled with some positivity to it. This past weekend, if you can describe it in one word: problematic! Throughout the weekend, the usage of the word “problematic” was uttered numerous times, and I do mean a lot! Which really made me think about the word problematic, and who it is describing ( Read more... )

I am hoping for the best.
Ugh.

So I got into the APALA Organizing Institute program today.
The first good news I have heard in a while.

Flying down to LA the first weekend of May and staying in a hotel room that is paid for.

Today, they announced who was going to run for Students First! I applied to run for Commissioner of Diversity. I didn't get it. I was quiet. Someone got it. I was and am upset, bitter, and hurt. Something that I was committed to, something I was passionate about, something that I have and will dedicate all of my time to. I didn't get it. I'm upset ( Read more... )

Today is/was the first day of spring quarter. I am not sure if I should be happy or sad, excited and scared. After coming from a horrible last quarter, I hope, I wish that this quarter will be a lot better, with myself, my academics and my social life. Here is hoping, although, already, I am feeling some of the anxiety ( Read more... )

Last night, I slept for 15 hours, the most amount of time I have ever slept before, and it felt great, although I have this sharp pain in my brain, on the left side ( Read more... )

March 18, 2008 ( Read more... )

Its Friday night, I'm in my room, cleaning. "Organizing" my messed up life. I was going through some very old stuff, back from my high school days. How care-free everything was, and the only thing that was considered drama was drama itself, performing arts drama that is. Now, it isn't like that anymore, life is no longer care-free. I have to care ( Read more... )