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"The easiest way you can contribute to the death of education is to be complacent when it happens before your very eyes."
— Layhannara Tep (via rrrogerthattt) (via jastengco)
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catmanabat:
I am quite possibly the only Bruin within a 30 mile radius of UCLA not attending the Jay-Z/N.E.R.D. concert at Pauley tonight. I think I heard through the Facebook grapevine that Lupe Fiasco and Jaime Foxx also showed up… hope that concert rakes in some revenue for the school and that it doesn’t all go to LiveNation. And that you’re all having fun! :]](http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kstuqy1TwJ1qz9ig8o1_500.jpg)
cat you are not alone…
I am quite possibly the only Bruin within a 30 mile radius of UCLA not attending the Jay-Z/N.E.R.D. concert at Pauley tonight. I think I heard through the Facebook grapevine that Lupe Fiasco and Jaime Foxx also showed up… hope that concert rakes in some revenue for the school and that it doesn’t all go to LiveNation. And that you’re all having fun! :]
Kelly Tsai’s Mao
“Is it as easy to scream ‘Revolution now!’ if you knew you have to give some of your sh*t?”- Kelly Tsai
i got goosebumps the first time i watched the video and i still get goosebumps every time i see it.
before people speak of “revolution”, consider what the effects would be. i’ve met way too many people idealizing what a “revolution” is, calling for it many times, but not considering who the victims would be. it feels like it has become a fad amongst many liberals. “before change will truly come, a revolution must happen…”, this phrase mentioned to me too many times. really now?
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Ping Pong Playa
I took advantage of Netflix’s free one month trial and I finally had the chance to see Ping Pong Playa. To sum it up, the movie is hilarious: I must admit I was cracking up on the later half of the movie (and at the overweight boy who waterfalled his “Boy Bawang/Garlic Boy,” just like how I eat my cornick/corn nut. I watched it with my h.s. friends from Carson (all who immigrated to the U.S. during their teens); these are my friends who turn their heads away even when confronted by racism, those who think that “that’s just the way it is in America, especially as an immigrant”. I was pretty anxious about showing the movie, after all, I did not want to make them feel that I wasted their time, especially since they can get so vocal when they are dismayed by a movie… Many of my friends from Carson do not even identify with the term Asian, they were never the ones who I would talk to about identity, especially about being Asian American. Thus, it was a surprise when they started talking about “stereotypes”. When did this happen?!!! Maybe I should just wait for the right situation when discussing with my friends what it means to be Asian American…
One big surprise, my dad loves the movie! He saw it twice!!! He even saw the movie before me! WTH… When I told him we all enjoyed the movie, he started talking about what it means to be an immigrant, to be Filipino, to be seen as Asian; furthermore, he pointed out the many stereotypes and the oppression that we face as people of color, of course, he used “colored people” to describe minorities. Wow, I was never the one to discuss topics such as these with my dad because he makes so many racist comments; I even wrote a paper about how my parents’ actions are influenced by “colonial mentality”… I started talking with my dad about what it means to be Pilipino and Asian American while I was taking my History/Asian Am class with Prof. Matsumoto. We had to do a research on any Asian Am topic. Interviewing my parents for the research paper was convenient but I did not expect the interview/talk to yield such a powerful discussion. Plus, I did not know I had so much influence on my dad… Err, he even started reading The Adventures of Edding Fung, Chinatown Kid, Texas Cowboy, Prisoner of War, one of the required texts for that Asian Am class. He said he liked it because it was easy to read! Relevant books FTW! Maybe I should give him my copy so he can finish reading it…
Anyways, I’ve been overloaded with TFC telenovelas and films. Any recommendations for good Pilipino American movies out there?
I finally finished reading “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”. Hooray! Like him, I was once sooo angry, the emotion drained so much of my energy!
Next read: To become a Teacher (especially now that I work at a classroom, I need to stay fresh and motivated), Teaching Community by bell hooks
I was so burnt out from APC that I need to re-energize myself; I need to learn how not to burn out so I don’t hesitate investing my time/energy on certain things…
Which 1 is a real woman? NONE. @ Phuket
Uncle Ronald. Creeper
Buddha of Love,next to a mall
Grand Palace: Feast for the Eyes
Monks' Pails
Grand Palace
Wat Pho
Khao San, street Pad Thai
the Majestic Chao Phraya
Bangkok, beezies
Anette Goes Traveling: Final Part
Thailand (I forgot to publish it)
I had the most fun here! The people are so hospitable, warm and friendly; everyone thought I was Thai (so I kinda felt special) and when they found out that I am not from Thailand, they complimented me so much, i.e. “I was as beautiful as the locals”. Maybe that was the reason why I liked this country so much. Har har. However looking Thai has its drawbacks, old white men thought I can sell myself with just their wink. HELL NO. How disgusting…
I definitely enjoyed the food (spicy with a hint of sweetness, that’s how food should be made anyways) plus food was cheap! Oh and the abundance of tropical foods are to die for. The sights are beautiful (Grand Palace, etc). I definitely enjoyed the convenient ferry ride on the majestic Chao Phraya river. To this day, I still can’t believe I spent my days commuting on that river, I’ve read so much about it during my Southeast Asian Studies classes back at UCLA that I was in awe the first time I’ve seen it.
Anyways, looking back at what Leslie and I did in our trip, I felt proud yet scared for myself. Who knew we were that brave? I know I definitely had the time of my life. After the trip, I felt like I can go anywhere and I felt that I’ll be fine wherever I am; I just have to stay optimistic throughout this adventure known as “life”…
To all of my friends, especially for those of you who are AAPI , you can help SAVE A LIFE by REGISTERING TO BE A BONE MARROW DONOR! *PLEASE*
Janet is an acquaintance of mine. I met this sweet girl my 2nd year in our History class. I remembered she sat near me, and after class, we walked to the dorms together. There was one conversation that Janet and I had that made me smile and inspired me; I met someone outside the CPO who is committed to social justice and is also passionate about becoming a teacher. Janet’s only 22 and she has so much more to offer the world…
So, why not register, you might be a match and you can help save a life… I already registered and it’s not painful, all I did was open my mouth and get my cheeks swabbed and voila you are dunzo! Now go find a bone marrow drive, there should be one at UCLA soon. ;D Thanks folks!
