Oh about that...

So today has definitely been any interesting one to say the least. After talking to Cynthia and Ling yesterday via text about my possible move to NY, I couldn't help but cry all night. I love those two people. We're all different and similar at the same time. I know my move to NY will only distance me more with them. Cyn and Ling already do everything Ling and I use to do when I was back home. Before...

Oh but the Future...

As I get closer to graduation, so does the idea of what comes ahead. It seems eveyone is thinking about where they're heading to. Some are planning to go to New York, others are staying in Chicago, while the rest are scattered across the country. So many options and so many decisions. I feel like I've arrived at some crossroad, where it's my turn to choose which path I will follow. I would love...

Life isn't easy...

Never expect life to be easy! If it was we'd all be unchanged and unmotivated--completely static-- to be anything but what we already are. I'm a big believer on always improving one's self without losing the touch of reality and sense of "present". What I mean is that with everything there's a balance. You can't live in the moment expecting it to last forever. Maybe you'll invent a time machine or...

Love's complicated Woes...

Despite the fact that February is long gone and with it...Valentine's Day, there's a buzzing of romance, a smell of love in the air. The kind that will lead to sweet bliss or heartbreak. Love takes on many forms, whether it's complicated romance, unrequited or soul-finding. Everyone has been in love or had a crush at one point in their lives. Some started out in hallways and lunch breaks. Others...

A semi-sweet return

You don't understand what it means to type this blog. Has a year gone by? No? It feels like it. I feel speechless. It's as if words have compiled within me and now that I can usher them out...I find myself flabbergasted--unable to pour out everything I've wanted to say and write. If you were to ask me how this quarter is going, I would have to say, "Let me think about it." Because I have no idea...

Changes and Realizations...

It seems like a year ago that I sat down and typed a post. I'm sure I could say that it was the countless hours spent on hundreds of emails to potential interviewers or any other excuses. But, the simple fact is that I haven't felt that burning inkling to write about anything (at least nothing on my blog). But, today as I'm waiting for my digital storytelling class to start, I find myself navigating...

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An adventure in solitudeland...

So tomorrow I'm going to be out all day. Who knows what I'll do. Maybe I'll take the bus to target and look around every aisle. Or ride the L to magnificent mile...or visit the zoo again. Or..or..or. I just need to be out in open air and shed away all the gloom and rules around me. I'll update this post with what I ended up doing. For now I say ad...

Back to Chicagoland...

So I'm back after a week of pure happiness and relaxation in good old sunny California. Just thinking about home makes me sad. Spending time with my parents and friends this past week makes my return a hard thing to do. I didn't realize how much I wanted...no NEEDED to see my parents and friends. To hear them. To talk to them. To be with them. But, a good part of me is happy to be back. To restart...

The almost end of a quarter...

It seems like a week ago when I went to that first day of orientation, but at the same time, I feel like it's been a century since I last saw my family and friends back home. I can't look back and regret the decision of coming to Northwestern. I simply cannot. Yes it's been times when I've come close (very close) to calling quits. But, a word, a smile, a laugh, a "good job" keeps me going. Adding...

A Blazing hearth all alone.

There is something about Fridays that depress me. They should be reliefs from long hours of research and reporting. But, in my case, they're just reminders of some illusion I keep foolishly believing I have. In two weeks or more I shall head home. Home, that one word that represents joy, laughter, and imperfections. That one word sends me to some fruitful haven in my mind, heart and soul where I...

Home is where the heart is...

A nice man I interviewed asked me if I would ever stay in Evanston. The answer is a definite no. I mean Evanston is a nice city and definitely more environmentally conscious than my hometown Pasadena. But, it's not home. My little white house with blue borders is not a block away--waiting for me with its big amazon trees and yellow grass. I can't open the door with my "special" key, and find my...

What is emotion?

Have you ever wondered what is emotion? It's a feeling...happy, sad, etc. But, why do we experience them? What are their purpose in our lives? The answer is....I don't know. I use to think that it was something fundamental in our every day lives. In fact, I believed so about 2 hrs ago. Have you ever had one of those rushes? You know one of those that you get as you get out of bed ready to...

Beat Beat Beat some more...

So we got our beats...^drum roll^ Environment. Of course I wanted another beat, but this was my second choice, and for the most part I am happy. There should be plenty of good stories here in Evanston and Wilmette. All this journalism stuff (wow my vocabulary has shrunk since last February) has really rocked and shocked my shyness off its limits. I never knew I could approach random people for...

What am I doing here?

I seem to be turning the water works on full blast. stupid tears. It's really rediculous that I'm being so melodramatic. Tears don't help at all. Today has to be the breaking point for me. My fried brain, heart and soul can't bear it anymore. What little hope I had has just withered away. After a full day of unsuccessful attempts to get 4 video interviews, I'm worn down to the point where I...

Just a poem

I was empty out my UCI email and found the poem I wrote for my Afro-Latin American Music class in 09. It's nothing exceptional, but for the sake of collection...I'll archive it here. The Rise of the Punta We come from the roots of West Africa to the shores of Central America. We carry with us the dialect of Igñeri and the ancient rhythms of Bunda. It is in the Africanized name Garinagu that...

Life is Grand...

I've been pondering for a while on Life and all its complexities. Yes I grunt and complain about my misgivings, but if given the opportunity to live a different life...well I wouldn't budge. Not for the life of me would I change the experiences, pains and joys I've gone through. They have become uniquely my own. I say this all because there are times (I'm sure most people feel this way) when I wonder...

First one out of the park...

Well I've decided to make another blog. How many blogs is that....101? lol.I really just wanted to carve this little piece of cyberspace for Chicago/MSJ. Not to say that I will focus solely on those two areas. Life is Life...it's interwoven.Anyways...So MSJ at Northwestern has been quite an experience to say the very least. There's days when you're close to pulling out your hair or mentally frying...