It\’s the first Wednesday of the month again. Along with the monthly noon fire drill (that sounds a \”test test\” grumpy voice across campus), protestors gather in Sproul Plaza to show deathly pictures of…abortion. It\’s bothersome that these anti-abortion people come to campus just to show pictures of dead (bloody) babies, simply for the purpose of inciting fear in those who are still impartial to the issue. This time around, there were some other pro-choice protestors. But we know pictures often speak 1000 words.

So do actions, right? During a chat room incident last weekend, I felt so hurt and injustified that I decided to leave RBJ (well okay, stop posting — not sure if I will still rescind my RBJ profile yet). Not that they will notice (there are too many members that fade in and out of the boards), but the act itself speaks words for me. Why stay in something that will cause me to go only in one direction? Down? Those faithful followers, however, probably will try to lure me back, saying that they do value opinions and they want impact of individuals, but well good for them. But as always, actions always speak louder than words.

As I was walking back to my apartment today (for supposedly a quick rendevous, but instead I got to writing in my blog…agian), I suddenly realized that I was ready to get out of this town. It\’s the beginning of March and I am graduating towards the end of May. Slightly more than two months. In the last four years, I have created so-called relationships and demolished them, often all in one year. The history sort of lies invisible…a burden. Sure, I am often amused by the radical protestors (see: happy happy guy who should have more to say than a huge sign hanging on his body). I do love the high Berkeley style academia. But the people? Time to start anew.