Showing posts with label Sprinkled w/ Racism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sprinkled w/ Racism. Show all posts

19 February 2026

when both feet hate that both shoes fit, lol



you are not only, but you are also.

#SEAblingK-Drama






you are not only poor, but you are also poor.
you are not only rich, but you are also rich.

you are not only racist, but you are also racist.
you are not only elitist, but you are also elitist.






you are not only uneducated, but you are also uneducated.
you are not only educated, but you are also educated.

you are not only hegemon-deniers, but you are also hegemon-deniers.
you are not only hegemon-subscribers, but you are also hegemon-subscribers.






you are not only feeling jealous, but you are also feeling jealous.
you are not only feeling superior, but you are also feeling superior.

you are not only feeling overlooked, but you are also feeling overlooked.
you are not only feeling revered, but you are also feeling revered.

you are not only punching up, but you are also punching up.
you are not only punching down, but you are also punching down.




you are; and so are you.










[re the pics]
for the gregorian new year
i found the most-perfect
three-rows of kitties
(one for each comma ;)
&for lunar new year
all i wanted was gold
&i said so
out loud
a number of times
on new year's day
and by the time stores started to finally open
we went out
&i found these most perfect
three-stoned
earrings!
($24.99 for a pack of three sets of studs
not-real gold
but supposedly 14k-gold plated stainless steel
that enter the holes from the back
&i can sleep in them!
#success when considering my lifelong #goals
to have a "look"
lol
we'll see how long these bad-girls last
lol)
as i am
literally
moments away from breaking 300K-views
on this site
lol
the necklace is not new
but has been newly-decided to be worn

08 February 2026

다.

On the Superiority of the White American



my birth mother gave me this necklace
the last time i saw her
when we were moving out of 서울시 back in 2018
i wore it for a minute
when we were in aotearoa for a minute
but i already had a necklace that i never took off
so i packed it away
until today
when i decided that i'd start wearing it
cause i'd sorta retired the spinel
(after it made sporadic, sputtered appearances off and on my neck all of last year)
and then i realized that i wanted to take a pic of myself in this old/new necklace
cause i haven't really worn it
and also so that i could write this post about it
and bring up the fact that i'm an adoptee
yet again
*yawn*
and in so doing
i would be able to bring up the reason why i have yet to "say anything"
with regards to the "state of the world"
and by "world"
white-americans mean
"the united states of america"

the reason why i find myself with nothing to say is because ::
a) i grew up in a place where "illegal immigrants" were the norm
b) i am not an immigrant; i am an adoptee,
and so my globeaux perspective is not one built on immigration,
and yet, i am familiar with what it's like to be treated as an "other,"
nevertheless,
i have also grown up with privileges typically doled out to only those who are "white."

a) i was raised in a little town in the roaring fork valley within the mountains of colorado where
"illegal immigrants" were a heavily relied upon jobforce
and these "illegal" jobbers came from all over the world
"they" were everywhere
and "they" were deported
frequently
only to return
lol
because the place where i grew up
was a seasonal hot-spot
and i was adopted into a white-family home that raised me in this place
and in this white-family home
someone being mexican was whispered
and if i described a classmate as mexican
i was told to "shush! don't call them that."

same for the bodybuddy/lifemate.
same for probably most of my peers from colorado at this time.

the high school senior year book has a literal separate section for the latino students
literally
two complete year books in one
*vomits*

i think it made the white people
feel good
about their "position" in this life

b) i attended baylor university in waco
texas
my freshman year of college
and i submitted my dorm selection in order of preference
and i got my first-pick dorm
and after a week or two of getting a lay of the land
i met exactly three other asians and one black student
everyone else was white
three of us asians were korean-adoptees
which means that we had white names on our applications
and the other two not-white students were
apparently
the black/asian tokens
i
obviously
had no idea what was happening until i arrived at my first korean-language class
(my choice for foreign language credits, lol)
and a lot of korean-americans were in this class, lol
and they all lived in the same dorm
a shitty dorm
(i don't actually know if it's "shitty," cause i never saw it on the inside; it's what i was told, etc.)
at the far end of campus
the shitty dorm
where all of the globeaux students all lived
together

also
it seems like mostly city-dwelling libtards
who are irate
like
it's almost as if these city-dwelling libtards had no idea that anything like what's going on now
was ever going on
here
on Empire
and it's almost like they're clueless about how living here
on Empire
"illegally"
is risky
so risky
in fact
that people
families
entire populations of people risk their lives
to get here
and yea
it's not fair that some people can get here easily
while others suffer and struggle
it's not fair that some children are dragged here
at an age too young to know what's happening to them
it's not fair that Elitism is a thing
it's not fair
but fairness has never been part of any of this

from my point of view
which is arbitrary and "from the outside"
none of this is new
and if you think that the violence is new
it's not
past presidents simply had a lot more tact

but white people have really never cared about reform or issues regarding immigration
until now
as it pertains to their chosen white-image
and the way that it looks against the current alternative white-image

it serves these types well
to be pro-immigration
rn

and in the context of human history
well
it's textbook

and so
if you're upset that i have not "spoken up" about the "state of the world"
what is it that you would like for me to say?
i'm not surprised?
what an atrocity?
stop it, guys?
justice for fill-in-the-blank?

if you do not understand what's happening
now
and how it differs from police brutality
which i've seen morphed into "polICE brutality"
*ugh*
then you're sorta part of the problem

you're what's called a non-reader.

"
first as tragedy
then as farce
"

and yea
things are going to get markedly worse
before they get better
but this has literally been the messaging since
like
the dawn of this century

so if you're the "losing sleep" over this shit
type
pick up a book about history
and fucking read it
you'll feel better
i promise

and if you're the
"none of this is about me! i'm irate for thhheeeeehhhm!"
type
well
i have some sour news for you
cause
it is literally your fault
that you haven't done enough
or anything
(amirite)
for immigration-reform
on Empire









the world cannot be something other than what it is
and it is your responsibility to understand what it is that the world is
and with that knowledge and understanding
you become part of the world
not a judge
not a participant
not an other
not less-than human
not even human-human
but rather
part
one singular
meaningless part
of a larger whole
that belongs within
all of this
everything
the world
ALL of LIFE
no one is well
unless ALL is well
다.



21 October 2025

For Thick-Skinned Readers [read: intelligent, lol, all others need-not read ;]



Elitist Intellectuals trapped in their Circle-Jerks:
"Come on, everyone.
Let's just change everything about the way that we think about things, en masse, all at once;
it's easy;
we just gotta do it, guys!"
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!







i
a nearly-forty-year-old
medium-sized asian woman
was walking across a crosswalk
and crossed by a young
white-male
"rebel"
[textbook hair/posture]
wearing a shirt depicting an angry character with a text bubble that read
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
and i smiled at him
cause i was wearing my
"I USED TO GIVE A FUCK"
t-shirt
myself
[lol]
and he saw me see him
[lol]
and he looked embarrassed
[lol]








On Barcodes
not to
like
be that person
but like
if you're a manufacturer of some product
don't get creative or cute about the barcodes
*iroll*
when looking at the product
let's say
a box of crackers
from its front
the barcode should be on the bottom of the box on the right side
or on the right side of the box
near the bottom
and if you flip the box around so that you can see the back of the box
the barcode should be in the bottom left corner
same sorta thinking goes for bags of chips
canisters
cans
bottles
everything
because what manufacturers and "important" people do not know
is how anything
anything
actually operates
or "works"
on the ground
and so
if you think about it for one fucking minute
you'll realize that most of these items need to be scanned by a human person and/or machine
multiple times
by multiple people and machines
along the supply/delivery chain
and since it doesn't seem to matter where the barcode is placed
for machines along this chain
it'd be nice if the manufacturers thought about the people along this chain
cause most human people are right-handed
and when human people need to scan your product
put the barcode in a practical location on the packaging!
like fucking duh!
i mean
sure
go for it and be "creative"
but if/when i drop your product on the ground
cause i'm scanning five-hundred (500) items
and i can't easily find your product's barcode
so the box/canister/can gets dented
guess who doesn't give two fucks about it?
that's right
guess who will never tout some products
but will happily tout others
even products i don't use
that's right
but i guess
when considering the types of entities that couldn't care less about human laborers
this is all
"on brand"
[lol]






When
"having enough money" means that you're "rich"







Obviously
it's not a competition
but i'll always have more
therefore
better ideas
than you
cause like
you still peddling your one (read: first) idea?
*sad*







My long hair 
made it through the summer without being trimmed up
&so
we're about to find out how long it can actually grow/be
*eek*








The Xtian Mom Mantra
i mean
Hypocrisy
and Parents
The Xtian Parenting Hypocrisy
"Do as I say, not as I Do"









Is there really an emoji 
in the title of an official article released on the official White House dotgov site?
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*amateur hour*







You wanna know how I know that your fiance actually has a tiny penis?
Look at the lengths [lol] to which you're going to make sure that we all believe he doesn't!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Insecure much?
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
And it's like you're setting yourselves up to have to "prove it"
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!









It's becoming apparent that
japan refuses to admit their capturing and enslaving of korean women for sex
to both
refuse any blame/fault/wrongdoing
and to hide the fact that we don't actually know how many korean women were stolen as breeders
cause like
the people who think that japanese women are the "most beautiful" asians
have only seen the faces of japanese women who are deemed "beautiful"
i.e. women famed for their looks, working in entertainment, etc.
but really
the "beautiful" japanese women have faces more akin to korean faces
which means that the ones who are "beautiful" were most-likely born of korean women
who were enslaved for their beauty as breeders
cause like
there's a distinct look to japanese women
and their new pm embodies it perfectly
*shivers*









While standing in line at the Dick's burger joint in seattle one day
we overheard a guy chatting with two other guys
a group of three
and the Chatter guy said
verbatim
with all the pride
"Guys, I just got a new credit card with a 10K limit.
So, I've got ten-thousand dollars to spend.
Burgers are on me."
the other two guys just sorta nodded and looked at each other
i nearly laughed out loud
i nearly choked
i nearly spit in his face with my laughter
but i didn't
i held it in
and all we could hope was that the two other guys were as financially illiterate as the Chatter guy
cause like
if the other two were financially literate
the Chatter guy made a fucking fool of himself that day
cause he outted himself as financially illiterate
aka a poor person
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
i mean
*sad*









If you don't know anything about money
don't fucking buy
a house 









If you don't know anything about money
you probably think that "paying rent" is the same as "flushing money down the toilet"
which just makes me so fucking furious at whatever poor-loser came up with this idea
PAYING RENT IS LIKE PAYING RENT
life costs money
you have to live somewhere
when you pay rent
it is like paying to live where you live for the month that you live there
you are not "flushing money down the toilet"
you are paying someone to live in the house/apartment/condo in which you are living
if you needed to rent a car for the weekend
you are not "flushing money down the toilet"
you are fucking PAYING TO USE THE CAR FOR TWO DAYS!
like fucking duh!
if you need to live somewhere
you are not "flushing money down the toilet"
you are PAYING TO LIVE SOMEWHERE FOR A YEAR or longer or however long
and i know that people think that "buying a house" is an investment
but buying a house is like buying a fucking designer bag
or cryptocurrency
which is not an investment
IT IS NOT AN INVESTMENT TO BUY A HOUSE OR A BAG
UNLESS THAT HOUSE OR BAG PROVIDES YOU INCOME
I.E. YOU RENT OUT THE HOUSE OR THE BAG AND SOMEONE PAYS YOU REGULARLY
buying a house or a bag is buying an appreciating asset
yes, you can make money off a house or bag when you sell it
BUT ONLY IF IT APPRECIATES IN VALUE!
there's so much to know about money
and most people know so little
that i'm going to just stop here
lest i give myself a heartattack from the sheer rage i feel about the shitty
shitty
shitty fucking financial information floating around on socials
if you want to know more
you're gonna have to put on some big-girl pants
and fucking ask me point blank
*middle-finger up*









If you don't know anything about money
it's easy
don't fucking spend money you don't have!
and if you need more money
work more
this idea of work/life balance
is a poor person's idea
a poor person who showed up to some job until the day they died
like
fucking duh
you honestly think that you can work less and earn more?
what fucking planet did you grow up on?
a planet that doesn't use money?
bummer
cause you're here now
on earth
and like the chinese proverb so wisely puts it
"money cannot buy everything
but without it
you can't buy anything"








You cannot escape
that which you have not accepted.


09 October 2025

Mediocre Monday, no, wait, it's Thursday, so, Some Jokes At The Expense of 'White' People, lol


the "musicians" of your race have such terrible, mediocre-voices, that you don't even know what a good voice sounds like, and so, when you actually, finally get to hear a voice that is not-mediocre, you, obviously, think it's AI *laugh-cry*

&then, the white-voices that you worship openly admit that they use AI! and you love it!




the "musicians" of your race are so mediocre that when regular folk say, "man, these songs really all sound the same," the notorious response from "musicians" of your race is that, "but like, there are only twelve notes to use"

meanwhile, others, Globeauxes are writing original hit after hit, and the reason why these hits are hits is because they're new sounds that other, competent (read: not-white) artists are able to compose, lol




it's so blatantly obvious that the queen of mediocre-blondes ripped off the aesthetic of JENNIE's "ZEN"
it's like she thought to herself, "what sorta white-aesthetic can I use so that I can wear headgear?" which ultimately means that her music has zero meaning, because she was able to overlay any aesthetic on top of her album. meanwhile, JENNIE not only digs deeply into her korean-ness, but also, her music has meaning, and the aesthetic is thoughtfully conceived of within the context of her message

but like, white people are notoriously ignorant and illiterate; if you don't know this, you must be a white person, lol, cause like if you don't know this, as a white person, then you haven't traveled outside of these United Colonies of Elitism, enough; probably because you're too poor, cause you eat all your money, lol. like seriously, if you're a poor white person living on Empire, like, you're an idiot.





&it's such a relief to know, now, for a fact, that the "success" that any white person has ever "found" is/was all fabricated, inflated, fake news; the alternative being that white people really are stupider than the rest of us *laugh-cry*

&just for the sake of "going there," if i were a japanese person living here in hawai'i, like, WHAT. THE. FUCK? *barf* how do you show your name around these parts? and like, the ones who are here, in positions of power, no less, are proud. *ugh* you're disgusting.





&the irony is that japanese people think it's a compliment ;/

27 May 2025

buckle up [both literally&figuratively]!; for your own safety&sanity [respectively], i've got some thoughts on some stuff



on Friendship or Why are you talking to me like this?

Prelude
it's best to know how someone defines a word
when that word has many possible interpretations
so just ask
if you don't know
or aren't sure
because to me
being not not-friends does not equal being friends
&i can guarantee you
that my idea of friendship
is not your idea of friendship
so ask better questions

knowing the passcode at the gate does not mean you know me.
it means that you know the passcode.
successfully navigating the lock at the front gate does not mean you're now sitting in my bedroom.
why do you think that i want to play games?
why do you think that i play games?
why do you think that i like people who play games?
either tell me or not, i am not going to waste a drop of my Time trying to guess something about you.
what does it feel like to be so completely, utterly wrong about someone?
it's a feeling i will never be able to experience.
these sorts of social instances, ought to make you look inside yourself.
i am not the problem.
you are.


A Tale of Three Men

Man 1 (a latino) 
you move from early-morning to night-crew
he comes up to you after finding out
"Oh, I heard you weaseled your way into night-crew."
weaseled?
you wonder, &then realize
cause he's waiting around to be chosen?! 
BAHAHAHAHAHA!

Man 2 (an asian) 
you have different jobs at different companies, but your jobpaths cross
soon, you learn, they will not cross
he asks for your socials
you lie &say you don't use any
cause you run this website
he shows you his
&you tell him you'll decide
&the look on his face
when you tell him you'll decide
is not a look
that can be bought with money
but you're not sure if he knows you're not-single
(you don't wear a ring at your job, and it does make some of them around here need to know, but you ooze zero availability, and mostly, the men are perceptive of this)
you shoot him down
now you will not cross jobpaths
anymore
he informs
as he suggests exchanging numbers
or at least your website?
&you shoot him down again
&on the last day that he thinks you'll ever cross job paths
(you will likely cross jobpaths, iyo)
he fists bumps you
with a really friendly smile
cause he's only ever been really nice
(except that one time he tried to tell you what good kimchi is)
&you decide

Man 3 (a latino)  
you receive a letter from a youngster
to whom you reached out a helping hand
while your paths crossed
for a few months
five years ago
&in the letter
it's obvious to you that
he thinks that your batteries are charged by your ego
so he strokes it
&from his perspective
it works
you respond
&then he rings his death bell
&says
in so many words
"I know that you ..."
let me stop you right there
you "know"?
you think that you know me?
why?
you literally do not know where i am living now
you literally do not know how i am called these days
you literally do not know toward what i am striving
cause you asked all of these questions
&you're coming at me
as if my telling you of these things
means you're holding my secrets?
why?
also, you are not a curious person
you literally didn't look up a word you didn't know
&decided to guess instead
because what you really wanted to know
was what I think of you
&that's not curiosity
that's narcissism
p.s. it's "ciao" btw 
look. it. up. goddammit!


Never. The. Less.

i will always have a soft spot for the brave


on Notebooks

you never have it when you need it
&you never need it when you have it


on Memoirs (by ppl under sixty, MC excepted)

no
i do not want to read your "book"
*eyeroll*
the only thing you can think to write about
is yourself?
&you're a chef!
&you loathe the idea of a cookbook?


on Kristen Kish

girl, you're in for a big surprise
&it's going to totally suck
that you're already famous
cause the decision
now
is your own emotional well-being
or your career
*eek*
either way
your emotional well-being
or lack thereof
will determine your future
#facts


on Ego

you're not special 
cause you "know" someone
*eyeroll*


on Pride

the people who clutch onto their Labels &or Titles
are the MOST INSECURE PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET
you were warned


Yoga Channels about How to Do Yoga

"but why don't you write any tips on blogging?"
why would i blog
about blogging?


You know, that saying ...

if you don't have something nice to say
don't say anything at all?
well
my interpretation is something like
if you don't have something nice to say
(&i'm obviously speaking to face-to-face social human interaction)
why
say anything at all?


some Gen-Z are stupid

because they wonder about things like 
"why isn't real life on the internet?"
&they are not wondering in that cool
futuristic way
as if lamenting
that they cannot be plugged into the internet
no
they are wondering why everything online
is content
fake
not real
like
"why does no one show us real life
on the internet!"
&we
millennials
scratch our heads
i assume
as we look at them wondering
are you stupid?


FYI 

Musk is Gen X


She's Adorable

you're standing there
looking upon one of the "crazies"
&she walks up right next to you
a little close
not too close
but almost
&she just stands there
next to you
looking at what you're looking at
taking on your posture
&you look at her
from head to toe
smile
&walk away


... but what if you are the color of a brown paper bag?

06 May 2025

here's the thing that both white&black women seem to not-understand about east-asian women ... as east-asian women (&some south-east asians), we don't need you.


#facts
#notsorryimnotsorry
#youevermetablackpersonwhoassumedyourspecificasianess?
#youevermetablackpersonwhocouldnameanasiancountrythatyoumightbefrom?
#youevermetablackpersonwhothinksasiansknowwhatoppressionis?
#youevermetawhitepersonwhodidntguessthatyouarechinese?
#youevermetawhitepersonwhodidntbowtoyouawkwardlywhenfirstmeeting?
#youevermetablackorwhitepersonwhodoesntexplicitlyappropriatessomeasianculture?
#youevermetablackorwhitepersonwhounderstandsanasianculture?
#youevermetapersonwhodidntwannahavesexwithyou?



02 March 2025

FREE THE PHOTONS!


You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes.
If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip.
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip.
You've never turned the wrong to right.
You've been a coward in the fight.

— Charles Mackay's "No Enemies" (1846)





There's a country.
And its people successfully laid down enemy fire on U.S. soil.
And then, the people of the U.S. dropped The Bomb.

The country was then both officially, internationally prohibited an offensive military, while simultaneously, artificially elevated as a culture of significance. That Tyrannical "carrot & stick" at work, as it were.

When the people of the country were then presented to the U.S. as an artificial soft cultural power, some United Statesians ate that shit up, nevertheless, the artificial soft cultural power that the people of the U.S. believed was real began to fade.

The strange thing is that the country stole women from a neighboring country during these conflicts. 
Stole them for sex and breeding, due to their beauty.
And so, it's so strange to see the general appreciation for the women of the country who are, essentially, "half-breeds" of the beautiful women from the neighboring country. 
The neighboring country that is now exerting its significance.
And this significance is stark between the country that was asia's artificial soft cultural power and the neighboring country that is now asia's actual soft cultural powerhouse.

This stark contrast is most-easily seen in the present-future relevance of Parasite (the first non-english language film to ever win picture of the year at the white United Statesian oscar's), and the old-timey, Shogun (in case you didn't know, all of these current "wins" are consolation prizes, a sympathetic limelight for japan due to the overwhelming, global success of the korean film industry). The U.S. is currently, obviously, doing its damndest to artificially float the country's "soft cultural power," because it no longer exists.
 
"Helping out" the neighboring country, the current soft-cultural powerhouse, is over. Finally!  

Also, it's so strange to think that people from the country walk around so freely upon this Island upon which their country laid down the enemy fire that ended up being the final straw of U.S. Might. 

I have never felt so grateful for being born korean. 
Like, ever, seriously.
If I were japanese and living on this Island, I would be horrified to show my name around anywhere.
I would be filled with so much shame I'd have to run back to japan.
And yet, this place is crawling with them in positions of power, no less.
Like, ick. 
Like seriously, what a serious lack of racial self-awareness!

Even I know that I need to relinquish my position of power to my current deputy.
I do not owe it to her, because I earned that position. 
The position had been vacant for years.
But now, I know that I cannot just hunker down and wear that ring for as long as I please.
I may have deserved it, now, because I earned it, but I do not deserve it in the larger context of this place.
My deputy has earned it; she is Filipino. If she were Hawaiian, I would've quit the position immediately. 
Hawaiians are difficult to come by, however, by design.

I've been looking this whole time I've been here. 
I've been fortunate enough to meet a few.
I have to figure out a way to them. 

Because I am not wracked with guilt.
I've done nothing to the Hawaiian or Filipino people.
My life has not been inherited from the people who have devastated this place. 
I thank Ladybug every day, these days, for being born of my people.

Yes, of course, the land of my people is riddled with problems. 
EVERY LAND IS.
But they are fighting.
They are putting up the democratic fight for their lives and well-being.
Koreanness will NOT DIE. 
South Koreans will NOT BE DILUTED BY THEIR OPPRESSORS.

Both the male and female variety from the country about which I write, have approached me at my jobplace with a comment to the effect of, "Oh, well, you know, in japan, it's done like this." To which I generally respond, "Well, thank god we're not in japan!" or "I'm korean." But then, I realized that we kind of are living in a The Substance-like japan, and then, I realize that this is, obviously, the root of so many problems here. They've brought their mindset/ideology to these Islands! Even worse than the white man are the japanese for these Islands. This is obvious to me now. They hide behind the "majority asian" demographic here of the Islands, but THEY ARE NOT THE MAJORITY. They come here to exploit the demographic makeup of these Islands, do NOTHING to return the land to Hawaiians, and they put a strangle hold on the political climate... just like the culturally practiced torture of bonsai and ungodly-priced, square watermelon: YOU WILL NOT BE WHAT YOU ARE. WE WILL MAKE YOU WHAT WE IMAGINE YOU TO BE. BECAUSE WE KNOW BEST. BECAUSE WHAT WE VALUE IS WHAT SHOULD BE VALUED, AND ALL OTHER CULTURES VALUE LESSER THINGS.

They are overtly exploiting this place for their own race-gains. They also exploit the spirit of "aloha." The bodybuddy/lifemate was on the receiving end of the exploitation of "aloha," by an old japanese man. It is a heinous behavior to behold. They are suffocating this place into another failed japan. They refuse to understand their place in this world, and the ego required for this sort of behavior is absolutely horrifying. It is no wonder there is a mass exodus happening here, now. The Hawaiians have lost all Hope, too, and I couldn't be angrier. 

I've been to chile, south america, and there are white germans there. They were inconspicuous. They were embarrassed when I expressed, out loud, to some extent, that I didn't know that there were white people in chile. My older adopted brother explained it all to me later, and then I was embarrassed.

Call me japanese, and I'll prove to you that I am not. When you speak to me, I will treat you like the equal that you are, because you are human, first and foremost, not some lesser being that will be made better by my presence.


^..^



There's a country.
And its people successfully enslaved other groups of people in order to build itself into being. 
The largest group of these people being of african descent.

For centuries, the enslaved, even after being freed, lived a life of terror.
And for centuries, waves of progress would wash over the formerly-enslaved, now-freed, only to be met with regressive backlash. 

At some point, however, the general masses understood, and they could finally SEE.
It's true. 
The formerly-enslaved, now freeds have been receiving the short end of the stick by design. 
And yet, they rise.
Their progress is undeniable.

It should then be no surprise that their former/current oppressors are angered by their rise. 
THIS SHOULD BE NO SURPRISE.
The regressive backlash ought to be something for which there is a plan.

No individual enjoys watching some other individual rise.
Jealousy is real.
It ought to be the greatest motivator of all motivators to see the oppressors regress so hard.
They are jealous.
You are rising. 
It is undeniable. 

Nobody is going to help you anymore.
As an obvious cultural powerhouse, you are The Threat.

And yet, there seems to exist a confusion about the two examples I am going to outline now. They are not the same thing, and yet, they are being confused as the same.

Let's just say Person A is a mediocre-looking, less-than-mediocre practitioner of something on social media. Doesn't matter what their account is about, but their work is less-than-mediocre, and they are mediocre-looking. In social media terms, why would you expect to go viral? The only ugly people who go viral are mediocre white men (only because there are so many of them, the overwhelmingly vast majority of white men are mediocre; they're everywhere), like duh. Why do you think you "deserve" fame, simply because of the color of your skin? You want to be as mediocre and ugly as some white dude? What the hell is wrong with you?

Now, let's say Person B is not only fucking gorgeous, but also, the literal best at something that can be tangibly measured, say, a sprinter or gymnast. When a person like this is suppressed, it's obviously racism. People like this, of all colors (or lack thereof), ought to reach heights of social awareness due to their tangible greatness (this piece is, obviously, not-about the people who a society ought to make famous, etc.). This was not the case. For far too long, Globeaux Greatness has been suppressed, here, in these white United States. Why? Cause, like, white people are snowflakes. They literally throw a bitch fit when their kids don't win, so they created participation awards for their own kids. You think that these types of people are going to acknowledge actual greatness? What the hell is wrong with you? 

The thing is that Person A and Person B are being upheld as the same. 
And they are not the same. 

There's also this other thing about the types of gripes by some Person B types, and it sort of takes the form of, like, "I've always been amazing, but the White Spotlight won't shine on me until I'm the absolute BEST? And yet, mediocre white women are Spotlit all the time!"

First off, this is currently a white country. Like, generally speaking, people need to accept this. Yea, yea, but so many types of races built this country and the, "Whites won't give up their power!" 

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Secondly, what's wrong with arriving at your BEST? 

You've officially become more powerful than the people around you, like duh? If the white "powers that be" finally have to go around and acknowledge your Globeaux Greatness, that means that you are more powerful than them. They need your power to spotlight their white selves, like duh! 

In the end, I suppose I'm growing sick and tired of certain minority groups of people continuing to equate fame with Power. &I feel like I will never understand them. It's similar to the way that I will never understand the black people who love, nay, revere japanese culture. Like seriously? You sound like the LGBTQ+ (&check out the hierarchy in these here letters! one imagines I'd be lambasted if I didn't order the letters properly, as if I couldn't possibly understand the community if I can't even remember the letters in order) community members fighting for palestine. You're uplifting, thereby aligning yourself with, those who would happily, overtly oppress you. Why?

The perfect irony of all of this is that no "normie" person on this planet could ever hope to possibly name the most powerful person on this planet. And the most-famous among us, celebrities, the ones we can all name by name, are powerless. The famous are not powerful; they are pawns. Don't get it twisted. 




darkness does not lack light
for there is no darkness here on Earth
darkness is simply the shadow of someone or something blocking the light
our star
standing in the light of our star
not looking
not caring about what shadows are cast
absorbing it all for them or itself
remove the person or the thing in the light's path
&free the photons!
there're enough for everyone
just not all at the same time




27 February 2025

the dreaded 'I didn't get into law school' post has arrived*


What you want is a machine, &I am flesh.


I know how the entirety of this writing sounds, seemingly, after the fact. Nevertheless, the point of my life is not to make others think what I want them to think about me. I couldn't give two fucks about what other people think of me, etc.

I do not dread that I was not-accepted, because, despite whatever you believe, I actually realized that law school isn't really for me (along with living here in Honolulu) before I even submitted my application. The first feeling I had when I read the rejection email was RELIEF. Facts. I didn't even cry at first. I was smiling, but then, obviously, my ego was butt-hurt, so I cried a bit later. And then I cried again later later, cause I feel useless.

You know that stupid fucking cliche about how it's all about the journey, not the destination, etc., etc., &c.?  *barf* Yea, my applying to law school was one of these types of lessons.

A lot of things happened between my deciding to apply to law school and the priority deadline to submit said application, and I learned a lot of things about myself and about, uh, the law school process, which sort of paints a picture of law school people, by extension, lawyers themselves. 

I encountered a few issues with the William S. Richardson law school application process itself, early on (&I will not spend the time to outline them as it will all be read simply as a sort of "bashing" of an institution that didn't accept me), with the crescendo being that the law school's financial aid office forced me to create a hawaii.edu email (screen shot available) in order to fill out a two-question GOOGLE FORM. I can still access this email, today. All of this happened one week after I applied, two weeks before finding out I wasn't even accepted. If you do not understand the implications of this, I am not going to explain it to you, because well, I'll just put it this way: Amateur Hour. As aforementioned, this was the final straw of examples like this that made me second-guess myself throughout the entirety of the process. The first few "issues" revolved around the simple photo quality (or lack thereof) of the school's full-color, paper brochure (get yourself one and have a looksy; I still have mine if you want me to send it to you), not to mention the required application questions that asked for my t-shirt size *gross* and my preferred pronouns *vomits* with the last few issues revolving around a general second-rate-ness when interacting with the school through the internet, etc. 

Not to mention the current strife within the school itself among its faculty. Google it. The professors involved are of different races, and if you're familiar, at all, with the political state of Hawai'i, well, it's not a good look. 

Not to mention the current cowardice being exhibited by the University of Hawai'i as a whole. Google it.

Mostly, however, I knew I didn't perform well on the LSAT, because I knew that I didn't have enough time to study, and the time that I did have to study was strained. I am not of the sort wherein my intellect feels threatened by testing poorly on a standardized test. Standardized tests tell you one thing and one thing only: how much you studied for the standardized test. I job a full-time job, and all of this happened over the holidays. Again, I'm not making excuses, I'm simply outlining the facts, and trying to find some understanding as to why I even applied. 

At first, I thought that I wanted to be a lawyer so that I could work as a reader/writer. The journey revealed to me what the reading and writing work would look like, and it's no different than showing up to some job doing menial tasks that totally suck, day after day, week after week, year after year until you are too old to work or die. Being a lawyer is no different than holding down any other job. Don't get it twisted, like, 90% of lawyers are unimportant people.

My goal, our (the bodybuddy/lifemate and my) goal has ALWAYS BEEN to free ourselves from The Job. 

At some point I realized that I was simply trading up JOBS, which is not the goal. 

Another thing I learned (the bodybuddy/lifemate [the CFO of our company, tkscm, limited] gives me [the CEO of my company] a complete and thorough financial overview of everything from the past year at the end of every year) during this journey between deciding to apply and applying is that I've made the most money I've ever made over the past two years. Not only that, but the bodybuddy/lifemate and I made more money from not-our jobs last year than the bodybuddy/lifemate made doing his job last year, for the first time ever.  

The current president was also elected between my deciding to apply and my applying. By the time I had applied, I knew it was a futile attempt when considering my LSAT score. I had some hope, because I do have a lot of things going for me, but I am always aware of the fact that I am a risky candidate in basically everything of which I try to be a part. I get it. Especially in the light of the current presidential administration and the announcement of their pointed focus on various government agencies, and the Department of Education is not immune. 

The day the presidential administration announced all of their DEI demands and that they were going to poke around the DOE, I knew that I would not be accepted into law school. Maybe if I had pulled out an amazing test score, I could've slid into this incoming class, but with the Eye of the Government threatening to cut off funding to various institutions that do not comply with its "meritocracy" disguised as Elitism, I was honestly a bit surprised at the swiftness with which UH was so willing to comply. But then, I remembered the other thing about why I had decided that I would not be attending this law school even if I had somehow managed to get in as a "diversity hire."

UH prides itself on its diversity. The thing is that the state, itself, is very diverse. But nobody's looking at the fine print. On a graph of generalities, asians are strongly represented. The raw graph of the specific racial demographic makeup of this city, however, is not reflected in the general graph. If you look at the types of asians that are represented at the school, and then look at the type of asians who are most-represented in this city, UH is an oligarchy, especially when considering that they've somehow managed 40% of their funding from the State of Hawai'i, all while their public education system is so bad it's basically nonexistent.  

Also...

Ten days after I took the LSAT, the bodybuddy/lifemate was physically assaulted on the street in broad daylight. It was deemed harassment, and the fucker went to jail for fifteen days, and I'm sure he's back on the streets causing mayhem for reasons beyond his control. I briefly mentioned this in an earlier log, but I'm going to mention one more time how we have lived and been all over the world, and nothing like this has ever happened to us. And he's always been white, and we've always been an interracial couple. Not only that, but my jobplace is an extremely hostile (both stranger/customer and cojobbers alike) environment, the likes of which neither of us have ever experienced before, and then we suffered a verbal assault by an obese Islander while we were minding our own business. This fucker even walked up to us to spew his shit. We were literally just minding our own business on the beach when this fat fucker came up to us, in broad daylight, and cussed out the bodybuddy/lifemate while calling me a bitch. And then he flipped us off from his moped the entire time he rode away. 

This was the second time I've been called a bitch since moving here. Months before this, an old asian man customer, at my jobplace, called me a bitch for not letting him ride a rascal around the store because it was charging. There was a second rascal that he could've used, but before I could say this to him, he called me a bitch, so I had him kicked out of the store. Before these two times being called a bitch by some fucking not-white man, I had never been called a bitch to my face by anyone except my older adopted brother. And actually, he's a not-white man, too. Funny. I've only experienced hate from not-white men. Hmmm...I'm literally just now realizing this as I'm writing this. I'm going to have to give this a serious think.

Anyway...

It's nearly impossible to bash the State of Hawai'i when confronted by the "paradisaical" aura of the Islands, but it's a political shit-hole. Everyone who lives here knows this. But the non-indigenous locals, who include all people who have moved to these islands, use the "aura" to do a sort of mental gymnastics to make it seem like it is us, the one's who arrive, who cannot "hack it" here on the Islands, but the reality is that it's such a second-rate city that the "big shots" here on the Islands could never hack it on the Mainland. Just do a quick Google of, like, some investment seminar and note the expected turnout, etc. They try, constantly, to make new arrivals seem like the problem is us, when the reality is that this place is riddled with problems, due to the current (read: the people in power here long before we arrived) leadership in place, the likes of which I have never seen anywhere else we've ever lived. On one hand, like duh, the white man came here and destroyed everything like they do. On the other, the leaders are not leading with any sort of prioritized best-interest of Hawaiian people; it's unbridled amateur hour out here. &I'm the idiot who thought this place was actually a paradise, a place working its ass off to return the land back to its people! Basically the first thing that the local legislative session put up to a vote for this year's session was their pay. They want to be paid more, immediately, and they won a 64% raise, for THEMSELVES.

The only thing I know for a fact about this place, that I assume everyone can agree on, is that anyone who is anybody leaves the Islands, because THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR THEM. The ones who can hack it on the Mainland, NEVER COME BACK.

The funny thing is that that is exactly what the admissions rejection email suggested. They said that while I was highly recommended, it's too competitive (read: Trumps' going to take away our money if we can't prove that we accepted only the "best" people [read: rich and well-connected {and japanese}]). They literally suggested that I go to some other law school, and that they would be happy to receive me as a transfer. It's hard not to take this as a compliment, because I also know that my ego is a bit bruised and so, is looking for anything to make this not-on me, etc. But also, like, if I were to apply again, I would "do it right" (take the necessary time away from my job to study, etc.), and I would obviously shoot for my dream law school. If I were to be accepted by any law school on the Mainland, it would be a better school than the only law school in this state (remember: local oligarchy). And so, if this were the case, why the fuck would I step down and come back here? 

And this is how I know I dodged a seventy-five thousand dollar bullet. Like, what a stupid suggestion. What a lack of institutional self-awareness.    

So yea, the other final thing that really nailed not-becoming a lawyer home for me is AI. I had planned on applying for financial aid, but if, for whatever reason, I had to pay out of pocket, we were going to pay for my school outright, in cash. But then, during the application process, I learned that the process does not prohibit the use of AI, even on the application! All they needed you to do was check a box describing to what extent you used AI. And the options were, effectively, "Some," "None," and "All." 

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 

When I read this part on the application, I knew right then and there that anyone who has become a lawyer in the past, maybe, five years or so is already obsolete. And the institution that brought these lawyers into being are the ones leading the charge of their own obsolescence. That's insane.

And so, I sort of had this revelation that if I can afford to go get some degree that will ultimately be useless in the very near future, I might as well just use the money to buy an AI tool, like duh. Why would I spend the painstaking energy to learn all of this stuff that's essentially already figured out by some computer that currently, already does some heavy lifting? Oh, that's right. I am not an AI champion. I'm sane.

And it was this revelation, in particular, that really made me see the LSAC/LSAT/law school pipeline for what it is: A Total Racket. And lawyers are the ultimate cog in a system that services them and them alone. 

What is the antithesis of a cog? A creative, aka an artist, the identity I've chosen for myself, so, me. 

I am the antithesis of a lawyer.

I soon realized that the thing, the only thing, that attracted me to the school was this thing called The Clinic. It is where students can put in pro bono hours and "work" with real people. I'll just say this, it's a decoy. The Clinic exists as something the school can point to as a way to make it seem like lawyering is about the people, when it is not. Nobody's used The Clinic since it opened. The building was furnished like an office-like space, but nobody uses it beyond what's required to graduate. There were no office supplies. The entire building was void of any evidence of actual work being done. Literally, not a computer, pen or single piece of paper could be seen. And the school even touts itself as "A Legacy of Developing Ethical Leaders," BAHAHAHAHAHA! Remember, the ongoing strife within the school itself among its faculty, etc. And really, a majority, one assumes, of the graduates end up being lawyers, here, in Honolulu, and like I mentioned, this place is a political shit-hole. 

At the moment, I've had some of the best sleep and the best poops I've had in years since not-getting in to law school. *sigh* Seriously, it was such a relief. I really thought that this was what I would be doing later this year when I started this whole thing, but the whole point of this writing is to explain how what I learned was that not only do I not-want to be a cog in a system that is absolutely atrocious here in Honolulu, but also, I might just be The Villain of these particular cogs, the lawyer, because really, the entire Racket overlaid on top of our legal system is not your friend. They are the enemy of the every person. They do not fight for you. They fight on behalf of the system.

&I'm here for you, not the system.

I guess I'm the idiot who thought that lawyering was something different than what it is, and that's a shame. I do feel very lucky though, cause if I had been accepted, I don't know if I could've stood firm and not-attended. And then I would've literally flushed $75K down the toilet. 

I'm feeling forever grateful for the way that the Time Tide has always worked in my life to nudge me along the path of my life. It literally struck the bodybuddy/lifemate in the face, and we took a hard left. I started this journey because it came together so quickly. The only real hurdle was the letters of recommendation, and so, when those came through so easily, I read the ease as a "go," and so, I did it. Once I was committed, I had to see it though even though, before the end, I found out that this was not the destination for me. I also couldn't not-use the letters. I had asked for them; I had to finish.

Presently, I'm of the mood where I want to indulge the worst of myself. I'm going to only live here the bare minimum of time to own property, otherwise, I'll be off-island. Why not just move? Well, we've been everywhere, and everywhere is terrible. The other thing is that we've only jobbed overnight. So, we're going to transition into day-walkers, at some point, not now, but probably sometime this year, which is going to mean a jobbing switch-up. It's possible that the bodybuddy/lifemate will consider jobbing even less this year after the financial results of last year, but this year is already proving to be much more uncertain than the past few years of more relative stability. We obviously want to give the place a shot, and see if what we know to be the worst parts of this city can be outweighed by whatever we find to be the best parts of this city. If it's a wash, we'll probably stay, as part-timers. If the good outweighs the bad enough to develop the LOPSIII model here, we'll try. If the bad outweighs the good, then we will hopefully be financially independent enough by this point that we won't even really need a "home," so the matter will be more about where we file our location with the bureaucratic entity known as our country's government, etc. 

And so, why did I apply? Why did the process of applying flow so easily? And then, why, after completing the last portion required for the application, did we experience the absolute worst of this city? The path took a hard left immediately after I finished everything that I needed to do. Why?!?! Why, Ladybug, why! 

&then Ladybug looks at me, and with a disappointed look on its face scoffs, "The why of a thing hardly matters."    



&i finally got Tiffany Poon's album!
whatastunna
*heart eyes*
i mostly follow her on uTube
&she is also on the 'gram

 




*i did not find out, today.

19 January 2025

She cheated; she did the work and studied!*

I had other plans for this writing today, but then, I woke up consumed with the "event" that happened to me literally seconds before I stepped into a secured testing room to take the January 2025 LSAT. 

I know how this whole thing is going to sound if you're White, Woke-white, and Not-White. Mostly, it will sound like an excuse, some "out" for whatever my test score ends up being. I will not know my test score until the score is released on the release date, at which point the school I hope to attend will also know. Thus, at this time, I do not know my LSAT score. I have no idea what it even might be. And so, my telling of this story is not intended as an excuse for whatever outcome comes. My relaying of the thing that happened to me is for everyone out there who looks just like me, namely, youngish (under forty, although, I am only barely under forty), asian, female, women, living in These United States. And if you think that I'm somehow happy to have had this experience to write about and share to this fucking website, please, as kindly as you can to yourself, GO FUCK YOURSELF.

What happened to me, literally, as I was walking to be wanded (metal-detected) before entering a secured testing facility to take the January 2025 LSAT was a microaggression brought upon me by the ONLY WHITE WOMAN OVER THE AGE OF THIRTY IN THE ENTIRE FACILITY. To be fair, she looked totally torn up about the situation after it was realized. Nevertheless, the thing happened, and then I walked into a secured testing facility and took the LSAT. 

First off, if you've never tested in a testing facility, then you're going to have to use your imagination. If you have tested in a testing facility, then you're probably familiar with the testing-proctor Prometric. We, the bodybuddy/lifemate&i, were familiar with Prometric, because the bodybuddy/lifemate, back during the happy-covid times, took the CFA Level 1 test at a Prometric testing center in Longmont. He described it to me back then, and we never thought of it again, until, literally, two months ago when I started all this nonsense. 

I was excited that I could take the test in-person at a testing facility. I knew what to expect, and I was prepared.

The thing about these testing facilities is security. They MUST be able to assure their clients that all of these tests are taken by the people who say they are taking it, that nobody cheated, etc., etc., etc. And so, everyone checks in with an ID, signs stuff, and is assigned a locker. I was the first person to check in that day (even after going to the bathroom before checking in), and the older white woman was the first person I saw, and then a younger asian-looking woman saw me and walked toward the check-in desk. I'm not going to lie, I felt an immense feeling of relief. I informed her that I was taking the LSAT but wondered if I could use the bathroom really quick before I check in. The younger asian woman smiled at me, and said, of course. I did not have to enter the secured area of the testing facility to use the bathroom.

We don't have a car. We could've used the bus system, easily, but I walk my ass to my job every night, and it wakes me the fuck up, so we walked. We walked to the testing center from our apartment. We walked for about an hour. I had to pee real bad. I was nervous as fuck, and I had a plan for test week, and we were following the plan. I had a plan for Test Day, and we were following the plan. We even knew that we'd arrive at Menstruation Station on Test Day. (I went to bed last night thinking that I was going to write a whole post about the final weeks leading up to Test Day, and detail every day of test week, but then I woke up needing to write about this, and so, that post will have to wait, but it will be written.) 

I had to pee, and I just had to start late. Please! For the love of Ladybug, please just let this be a cycle that starts LATE! Or EARLY! Just, like, please not on time. PLEASE! Come Test Day, I hadn't started, and luckily, I did not start that day. I share this because I find GenZ to be inspiring in this way. I also share to really flesh out the full complexity of my mind-state as I sat for the fucking January 2025 LSAT! Fuck! How we can even hope to compare the test scores of men and women is fucking laughable to me! Fuck you!

Anyway, everything was going great, in that department. I peed, then checked in. 

Like I said, I saw the white lady, and I couldn't pinpoint her purpose, so I pushed her from my mind, like everyone else in the facility, and prepared myself for the test. 

Fifteen minutes before test time, I went to the bathroom one last time. I really didn't want to have to go during the test, obviously. So, I went one last time, composed myself, and got in line to be wanded. As I was walking to get in line, the white lady approached me, and said something to the effect of, "Oh, hi, so I will be your proctor today, and you've got this nice private room all to yourself." My mind was in fifth gear. I was mentally prepared to take the fucking LSAT. I saw everything, and the first thing I saw was the paper in her hand, and I caught a glimpse of the name on the sheet of paper. I told the white lady, "Oh, I'm not taking a paper test," to which she responded, "Oh, I know." And then I knew this white lady was confused. I immediately removed her from my mind as the young asian woman called me in to get wanded. The white lady followed next to me and the young asian woman said, "Oh, no, this isn't her." The white lady looked horrified, and I was in no state to console her. I brushed off the entirety of the situation as the young asian woman walked me through the rest of the process, and then through the doors into the secure testing room, where she showed me my desk, and told me what to do. 

&then, I took the fucking January 2025 LSAT.


Greatness is not a flex
Being Great is Who You Are


If you have no idea what I went through this day, consider yourself white, of some variety. The reason, from my perspective, the interaction is considered a microaggression is because, sure, maybe the white lady mixes up all people. Maybe she's just old and she mixes up white people, too, and sure, white people do get mixed up, but it's not a joke like it is to mix up asian people. It's true. We do all look alike, IF YOU DO NOT KNOW MORE THAN ONE ASIAN. 

Here's the thing: I fucking live in fucking Honolulu, Hawai'i. Hawai'i is a state with a population that is MAJORITY ASIAN, and the ONE WHITE LADY OVER THE AGE OF THIRTY that I had to interact with on this day mixed me up with another asian. The only solace I've been able to find is in the fact that I glimpsed the name on the paper, and the person in question is a korean woman, or at least, a woman of korean descent. (i didn't see the first name, and since we all checked-in in an area where we could easily overhear each other's names, i do not feel that it's an issue that i saw her last name.) Also, fun fact, I saw about a dozen other test takers that day. Two were male asians, and one was a white female. ALL OTHERS WERE ASIAN WOMEN UNDER FORTY; my comrades in arms! 

White people are relentless!

Even in a state with a majority asian population, whiteness can still attack us in the most unlikely of ways. 

In the end, I feel no spiteful feelings toward that white lady. She looked so distraught the other couple times I saw her throughout the test, and she was smart enough not to open her mouth at me, even though she was staring. I could feel her sending me good vibes, so that was alright. She wasn't trying to tear me down or sabotage me. I'd be a complete narcissist if I thought that. I also wouldn't have been able to push her from my mind so effectively if I thought she was personally attacking me. Her problems have nothing to do with me. I'm just collateral damage of her whiteness. Par for the course. I also have no desire to report her in any official way, because it's possible that she helped me out by lighting me on fire.

This is all rumination after the fact.

She reminded me why I was there. She represented everything that I'm fighting against and for all at the same time. She forced me to remember why I was even doing this.

I'm joining the fight. 

And honestly, I think I'm going to Rule the World some day. 




*it is my hope, my one true wish, that if you are a hot, high-achieving asian female who grew up in america, you maybe have not heard these exact words accusing you of your greatness, but you have experienced and do understand words that have induced this analogous feeling, and if my hope and wish is true, then i'm here to remind you that fulfilling your greatness is not some flex or brag, it is you being YOU, and it is my opinion that if someone doesn't like this or has to tear you down, they're proving you correct, and no, nobody really gets to go along with you, but we will all hopefully find each other along the way or at our pinnacles. *sail on*

[end note added 22jan25] i woke up this night with the realization about what the most annoying thing about this old white lady is/was, and that annoying thing is that ALL of this could've been respectfully avoided if she had just fucking verified by identity, but that is not the White-Way, for the White-Way is paved by Supremacy and the idea that being White makes you "all-knowing" *vomits*