As a high school senior, the time to pick and keep a major has come around. Graduation is months away. I have been accepted to a private and rather pricey college (financial aid is still unraveling itself), and I have put ‘Law’ as my major with a minor of ‘Political Science.’
Seems rather dignified, right? Not so for an artist and musician such as I.
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I’m usually a cold, calculating person. If I have anything to say, usually, I will say it according to the best logic I can muster, with as little emotional envelopment as I can. On contrary, what I hear about in Haiti just about transcends all my ability to analyze, leaving me with nothing but pure emotion. Continue reading
If there’s anyone who knows what it feels like to be an alien, it would be an immigrant. I mean an immigrant immigrant; the one who landed here first generation on a plane, not a descendant of immigrants. Imagine the feeling of being on the harsh end of a xenophobe’s insults, or the worse: being asked “innocent” questions about your homeland. Continue reading
Recently I was on Google, searching for a reason to buy an iPad. I had gotten into a petty argument with one of my friends about useless technology and, wanting some key facts to strengthen my side, I promptly inquired the omniscient Google for some back up.
My search entry was originally “why buy an iPad?”
But as I wrote “why b…” the search suggestions immediately came up with “Why black people can’t swim.” Continue reading
When I heard the news that Wyclef Jean joined the race for presidency in Haiti, I said, “Kisa? N’ap tout mouri! (What? We’re all going to die!)”
Not that I have anything against Wyclef. As a matter of fact, I enjoy his music, and I think he has become a superhero of Haiti, a tad bit like what Bob Marley did for Jamaica. Continue reading
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