there.

is nothing like sitting in an air-conditioned room
titles and registration
my bad eye
camera loadin'
solitude

macau. portugese food. hurt feet. "massage" parlors. lady ho's. man that's a little bit fat. desserts that's 10 times the size in us. wine. haha club. ladies market. bargaining. yelling. too much wine. throat hurting. apple. laughing at the ladies in ladies market. nice purse. ferries. not getting into my classes. glow. never sleeping in. sleeping in. pretty cathedrals. lunches. heavy pollution. mcdonalds. long days. sweatin' self. doozy. classes? aim's back home.

as mcdonald's say lovin' it.

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it irks me a bit. i ask myself constantly if i am compromising my "progressive super liberal politically correct radical activist ideals..."

when i just let everything go.
i don't speak of it much as i realize if i ever mention it, i just get frustrated being the lone sheep. oh Audre Lorde...




but then:

"The need for unity is often misnamed as a need for homogeneity..." - Lorde

my mind will be liberated here. even if other's keep their's closed. it begins with me and no one else. i should not limit myself to political ideals or ive sorta ignored that part of me. this keeps me from understanding. this keeps be from enjoying. from learnin so at this point. i am still an activist at heart forever and forever. but my activism needs to reach beyond what i have know my first two years.

oh fucking life.

hahaha.