Hey

When do you stop loving someone?

When do you just get up and realize that you don't care for someone anymore?

(This isn't rhetorical; please comment.)

My New Love

I fell in love...at the Apple Store.

(It's the orange one.)

Help me name it. :D

れんしゅうです！

これはれんしゅうです。金曜日、しけんがありますから。

だいはっか：

私は七人かぞくです．父と母と兄が一人と妹が一人と弟が二人います。

何人兄弟ですか。私は五人兄弟です。

カタカナを書いてください。

カタカナを書かないでください。

日本語で話してください。

日本語で話さないでください。

手紙を書いています。

あそんでいます。

ばんごはんを食べています。

しんぶんを読んでいます。

ともだちに会っています。

石川さん、何か飲みませんか。ジュースはいかがですか。

はい、ありがとうございます。じゃ、いただきます。

ありがとうございます。でも今はけっこうです。

O Passion, Where Art Thou?

Where has all the passion gone?

I sit down in lecture, in section, and all I see are blank faces, empty stares that I feel hardly even absorb what's being said by the demagogues in their presence. 

No questions. No comments. No suggestions. Just silence, and the rare chorus of laughter that keeps the atmosphere human. 

We are all free-riding. We are all sitting in our own seats, texting under the desks or working on Sudoku puzzles; we are all waiting for that courageous (or stupid) someone to break the silence and fool the demagogues into realizing that we, as a collective, are actually interested in goings-on.

There are methods to solve this free-riding. Coercion, namely, is what the demagogues resort to in order to force us into feeling involved, but why is it not working?

In Asian American Studies and Poli Sci, section participation counts for 15% of our final grades. Being the grade-conscious Berkeley students that we are, why aren't we exerting more effort into making these hour-long discussions into quality, thought-provoking brainstorms? Why are we just sitting on our asses and waiting for the GSIs to spoon-feed us with what we need to know?

This is not the Berkeley that I fell in love with. This is high school. Nobody wants to talk, and the few "smart people" are left to save everyone from the awkward silence or the judgmental feedbacks of the teacher.

Where is all this apathy coming from? Don't blame it on the GSI or the professor. Please. If you were really interested, you'd make time to immerse yourself in the subject matter, no matter how horrid your teacher may be. 

I spoke with someone a few days ago, and he just utterly bashed Berkeley to my face. He's a student, but he absolutely hates it here; he hates it so much that he'd rather go back to a JC than stay in this ghetto, hillside, ego-wonderland. I was understanding. I didn't really want to question his reasoning because I convinced myself that the university setting is not for everyone; maybe he was just one of those students who'd prosper more in a teaching- rather than research-oriented institution. 

But then he said to me, "I'm apathetic. I'm not even gonna vote. I just don't care." I paraphrase, but the point is clear. This man doesn't give a shit. 

Is this what's happening to Berkeley? Has there been an influx of apathetic people who simply don't give a shit?

I shudder to think...

Compulsiveness

I can't focus.

No, I'm not color-blind; I know the world is black and white.

Try to keep an open mind, but...I just can't sleep on this tonight.

Stop this train.

I wanna get off and go home again.

I can't take the speed it's moving in.

Feelings.

Feeeelings, whoaaaaa feelings.

Feelings are so interesting. Why must I write about you, feelings? Why must you overpower what I do? 

Feelings, whoaaaa feelings.

I'm so confused. I shouldn't have looked at those pictures.

But I hate you? Yes, I hate you.

:D

Hey, I like to recycle Norwegians. I mean, Norwegian Recycling. 

Tiger Woods is an inspiration. I honestly hope to meet him someday.

Peace,

and Poli Sci.

♥ ビアンカ

久しぶり！

First of all: こんにちは！日本語を書くことができますよ。すごくいいですね。

Yay! 

Okay. I've had another realization this week. Brace yourselves. 

...

I have the biggest girly girl crush on Stephen Colbert. :D I'm sure a lot of people will agree that he's hot. End of topic. No questions asked. Sssh. No receding hair line jokes, please.

Anyway, what's with the sudden appearance of past issues this week? How the hell did that come up? That hit me out of nowhere. 

I don't understand how looking out for myself and "moving on" has turned me into an ice queen. A villain who steps on people after she uses them. 

There is no more future. Things can't just go back to how they were three years ago because it's not that easy. It's so easy to say that we'd like to go back to the way things were, but it's another thing to do it, and frankly, now is not the right time to even think about these things. Forgive me if I've no inkling to drop you a line or say "hi," but...I'm still trying to put myself together.

Here's a Thought

(I think) I would turn gay for Ellen DeGeneres.