Last night, at La Fontana, when I was walking into the restaurant with APAHW board, this douchey college boy behind me said, “Watch out, there’s a bunch of Chinamen going in,” and I almost turned around and hit him. I literally stopped in my tracks in the middle of the entrance, whipped around, but found myself staring into the blank eyes of a blonde girl who looked bewildered when I started yelling. The guy was nowhere to be found. I’m paranoid about these things now; I seem to take everything as an offense. It’s bad and I need to stop being angry and forgive people, and also stop elevating myself to a position where I’m someone who can put a stop to it, but it’s things like this that make me want to not forgive any of them. “Yo Dragonball. Are you Bruce Lee? Speak English.” That’s too much.
I just had my APALI Interview, and in the middle of it, started gushing about all the topics I’ve been reading about but haven’t been able to collect and consolidate. I’m thinking about starting an Asian American interest blog, just to try to figure this all out. It’s on my mind a lot more, and I’m cranking out my STSC 260 paper like it’s nothing because I’m exploring identity issues in the context of cyber culture. Easy peasy. But I’m also looking at a three page solution for a one problem in Finance, and it’s not looking so good.