Group Projects and Why I Dislike It

Group projects. Maybe it is just this particular group that I was assigned with but it’s not that I do not like the people; It is more so I do not like the fact that my thoughts and suggestions are either marginalized and put aside or straight up get shut down. I often feel this way in some classes as well. Where my thoughts and ideas are not important and get ignored while someone says the same exact thing I said and gets the privilege of having their thoughts which are the same as mine written on the board.  Maybe it is my voice that makes people not take me seriously. I don’t know. But whatever it is, I do not like the after thoughts and feelings I have inside about myself.And it also can be frustrating that this is my favorite class, yet I can not reach my full potential in this final project because the group mates do not exactly favor my ideas.

So my group project is about the “Forgotten War” which is the Philippine-American War. Really, I love this topic. I find it interesting and want to research more on how it was forgotten and why. I suggested that part of our presentation have a  bit on how the US has influenced the Philippines and it’s traditions and cultures. They said that it was too broad. And one girl said, “What do you mean by that?” Um… How did the US influence the Philippines? That’s pretty understandable. But they specifically wanted to talk about the Philippine-American War and it’s time period which was ten or more years. They didn’t give a damn on how the Philippines was before this war happened and if anything changed after or since that war. Another girl even offended me by not knowing my name. My teacher calls my name out often and I sit in front of this person consistently and she does not know my name!? She may have very good vocabulary but she doesn’t seem very attentive. Especially, if we were all put in a group together and she didn’t care to see who the other group mates are. I am bothered that she knew the rest of our group members names but not mine. Singled out twice in one morning.

I believe that my suggestion is a great idea and can add more variety to the project. All we are listing is how and why it happened,  media coverage from both sides American and Philippines and we are showing some pictures of cartoons and what message is it trying to express.  Nothing at all on how the Philippines improved or didn’t improve. Instead of my suggestion, they suggested we get Filipinos’ reactions on the war. That to me is of course relevent but not as relevent as looking at the entire country as one and it’s affects from the war.

It’s Friday but it’s not looking like a very fun one for me.

Leggings = Possible Fashion Faux Pas


To those of you ladies reading this. Don’t take this the wrong way if you may be one of those who wear leggings on a regular basis. But I cannot keep this inside any longer. Leggings. You should not wear leggings in public unless you are wearing it with a sweater dress. What is a sweater dress? Easy, it is a sweater that is as long as a dress. In short, make sure you wear leggings with a shirt, sweater, whatever top that covers your derriere. I am a college student and am at school five times a week and I can not help but want to tell each and every girl who wears leggings inappropriately to put some real pants on. Believe me, more than half the girls at school wear leggings inappropriately.  You can seriously see through that thin material and you can see granny panties and it’s revolting. I used to work retail… not my favorite clothing store but even they had a rule that specifically said, “Leggings are not pants, do not wear leggings as if it is an actual pair of jeans, cargo pants, khakis or dress pants.” Really though, leggings are more like tights. So when you wear leggings with a top that does not cover your arse, remember it is basically wearing tights and stockings without a skirt. Do yourself a favor and wear a skirt over it. Better yet since it is Fall and Winter is just around the corner, keep yourself warm and put some pants over those disgusting leggings. Rant over.

Mayweather Vs. Ortiz/ Mayweather Vs. Interviewer (?)

Seriously, the fight was a little ridiculous. If there is a reason why I hate sports, it is because of cheating. Both parties purposely cheated. Ortiz head butted Mayweather. Ortiz was very apologetic afterwards. Then after hitting gloves which symbolizes the fight is over, Mayweather punches Ortiz twice! The fight was over! And because he punched Ortiz twice to the ground, he won?! And that referee. Was he drunk or what? He was not even paying any attention whatsoever to the boxers. He just let Mayweather hit him. He didn’t stop him at all. That referee needs to improve his game and prove that he’s a good attentive referee.  And when Ortiz was on the ground he started his count on 3… maybe even 4! That’s not fair either. Ortiz could have gotten up if he started counting at 1.

Then as Mayweather was being questioned by his “victorious” win, he accuses the interviewer of not siding with him and “doesn’t know sh*t about boxing.” At least, the interviewer took it in a comedic way that if he (the interviewer) were 50 years younger, he’d kick his a*s! Haha! Loved that! It was entertaining, but not worth watching. But to me obviously, worth blogging about!

We all just need Mayweather to shut his mouth about being “victorious” or what not and the true victory will show in the fight most anticipated. PACQUIAO! He ain’t on steroids, he’s got pure talent and strength, so Mayweather needs to stop being a scaredy cat and bring it to the ring. Even I can’t wait to see Pacman KO Mayweather!

Precious Knowledge


Imagine this…

You are a high school student. You never even liked school and thought the education system was somehow against you. College is nothing you really think about especially because it seems that people don’t think you can or should go to College. In Tucson, Arizona, there is a 50% dropout rate of Latino and Latina students.

Then suddenly, you meet this teacher who changes everything. You find yourself going to school everyday just because of this inspirational teacher. You can relate to a class and have this safe space where you are able to express yourself and your beliefs and opinions with no hard feelings against you. Then, you begin realizing who you are. You have better goals for yourself than ever before and you know that you are somebody. You are worth fighting for.

Precious Knowledge is more than an eye-opening movie. It’s empowering and emotional. The fact that Ethnic Studies is not part of American History is beyond crazy. We have been fighting for Civil Rights for a long time and because we are still fighting for it, is sad. In the state of Arizona, the State believes that “ethnic studies should be abolished” and Ethnic Studies is teaching students to hate. They accuse students who are taking Ethnic Studies to be racist… who new that learning more about their own culture is being a racist? If anything, Ethnic Studies helps students find out who they are and how their ancestors came to the United States. There are so much other benefits when taking Ethnic Studies. I myself am taking some Ethnic Studies classes and I just not learn about how my parents and grandparents and ancestors migrated here and what they had to go through, but I learn about the laws and rules and regulations and how they were treated or mistreated. I also learn a lot about myself and for once I feel connected to some history since I never really felt connected to U.S History. And thinking about what is going on now, I feel that in some States, we are not going forward, but backwards. If you see that kids are improving and the dropout rate is obviously decreasing and you see a sudden increase of students showing up to school and having an interest in education, why take something that precious away from them? Why? What were these students doing wrong when they were just trying to better themselves?

The Arizona government was having major issues and somehow think that Racial Minority groups are taking over the world. When one Senator came to visit an Ethnic Studies class, he believed that Ethnic Studies is not supportive of American History because there was no picture of Ben Franklin or the Founding Fathers. Instead, he saw pictures of beautiful people of color that can actually relate to other students. They accused the Raza program of having evil ideas and being distasteful. They also believe that students wearing brown shirts, bandanas and sunglasses arm in arm was life threatening. These students were not threatening anyone. It’s called Resistance. They are using resistance to protect their teachers, the future students, their families, values and culture. And ever since SB1108, you see how valuable Ethnic Studies really is. Students and teachers alike take it to heart that Culture and Ethnic Studies may never be taught again until we get it back. Kids and their teachers will go so far to protect Ethnic Studies and to keep teaching Ethnic Studies in their school that they will run 110 miles in 115 degrees weather, they will risk being threatened and even physically threatened, they will risk being sent to prison and they will risk living in a racist State. And anywhere else in the world where Ethnic Studies will be banned, I am sure students and teachers will do the same.

I feel honored to have watched Precious Knowledge and I am so glad that this movie was made to show people what is going on in certain parts of the world. It was so emotional that some audience members cried when they met the guest speaker who even tears every time she sees this movie. It was more than an eye-opener. It was empowering. This is a must-see movie for one race- the Human Race.

Imagine this…

You are a High School graduate. You are thankful to have had the best teachers and Ethnic Studies classes. Unfortunately, you know that your younger brothers, sisters, cousins and future children will have to struggle in school because classes that teach good morals, values and culture may not be taught. College may not be an option since the dropout rate for racial minorities is 50%. What would you do?

Wretched Wednesday

I woke up feeling pretty pumped considering that I was turning in 3 job applications at school. All I needed to do was print out copies of my resume and all three different cover letters. I already knew which outfit I wanted to wear which originally I was going to wear with my grey high-heeled boots but decided to go with my creme colored  vintage patent flats. It completed my outfit by making it more vintage! I was excited to hand out my application. Plus, I had a haircut/trim last night that I am still getting used to. I love the bangs if they are not being stubborn. And since my bestie texted me asking if I need a ride (I do not drive… usually I just walk to the bart station from my house and take the bus to school), I thought,  “It’s going to be a great day.”

So as I walk out of the house with maybe five books in my arm. (My bestie is borrowing three for her project at school). I walk toward her car and I slip! And her boyfriend saw! Well I’m not exactly embarrassed… okay maybe a little. But I can’t believe that I fell! I haven’t slipped like that since I don’t even know when. I know I am clumsy but not that clumsy. You know in the Twilight movie when Bella falls in front of her house and her dad helps her up and Bella says, “Yeah, ice doesn’t really help the uncoordinated,” or something along those lines? Yeah, I fell like that. Well, luckily they had food to cheer me up!

I get to school and print out my cover letters and resume. And before I hand in my little application pack, I decided to go to the bathroom and make sure I at least look presentable to give them a good impression. I pass by a couple of friends I know and I swear sometimes their comments could easily be misunderstood. Lately at school, when I bump into people, I get comments like, “I didn’t even recognize you” or “You look hella different” or “Are you and Bobby (my boyfriend~I just used a different name) still together?” Today I got, “You got a haircut?! Oh my ga…” See how these comments can be misunderstood… especially by me who obviously loves the English language and likes to analyze between the lines. When they say something like that, I can’t help but ask myself, “What is that supposed to mean?” What ever happened to a simple “Hi, how are you?” be the first thing that comes out of a person’s mouth. They make me feel like I look as if  I came from the same space ship E.T (from Steven Spielberg’s film from the 80’s) came out of. Don’t get me wrong, I love E.T! But as a kid, I was a little scared of him. And people look and talk to me as if I have the same appearance he does!

Sorry, I was going off topic a bit. So as I was running back and forth in the Student Union, I passed the same group of people I know three times. I already turned in my application and I pass them one more time feeling more confident that I completed one of my most important tasks of the day. One of them… the person I don’t know comes to me looking at my shoes. I thought maybe she was going to compliment my cute flats or ask where I got them. Instead, “Excuse me, you have something on your shoe.” I look down and guess what it is?! Toilet paper! I try to take it out with my other shoe by stepping on the toilet paper and gracefully just sliding my foot so it comes off easily. To my luck, it was easily removable without me having to touch it with my bare hands. Unfortunately, I am sure that piece of toilet paper was on my shoe as I turned in my application. Now, that would not have happened if I wore my gray boots. Or would it?

Miss Universe 2011

There are two things on TV tonight that I could watch. Miss Universe is on along with the last episode of Kate plus 8. I ask myself, which show would most benefit me?

When I was young, absolutely, I was exposed to watching Miss America and Miss Universe and all those beauty pageants. I was in dance competitions for eleven years which could be pretty close to a beauty pageant because of the competition, make-up, costumes. But at least with dance competitions, we learned some teamwork as well. As my parents yell and scream that Miss Philippines has been elected to be Top 15 (I think), I see a little glimpse and my parents quickly make the assumption that she’s pretty. They say “wow, she’s pretty” and “She’s very very pretty!” With all that make-up and major padded bra, how can you tell? Is fake the new pretty? Honestly, nothing is so “MAJOR MAJOR” about this Miss Universe. It’s not like they are curing cancer. In the Filipino culture, your appearance is the most important quality. Which upsets me as you can imagine. My mom has even said to me numerous times that no matter how smart and determined or funny you are, nothing beats outer beauty or your physical appearance. Sad.

Okay, my bad for bashing on beauty pageants. Of course, I love fashion and I’m probably one of the girliest girls that you will ever meet. But for a lot of women, I’m sure watching these shows would just make one feel more insecure. Those thoughts start to enter and you suddenly question everything about your self image. Women with curves and brains are obviously marginalized in such pageants. Pageants do not reflect the true beauty of real women.

When it comes to these little girls, how would Miss America/Miss Universe help them grow up to be a better person? I know that even though I was exposed to these pageants at a young age; as an adult in my early 20’s, I look at these pageants in disgust and think I would never want my daughter to compare herself to these girls. There is more to life than just looking pretty and sexy. What happened to being sophisticated, smart, funny and opinionated? I wouldn’t want her to look at her friends and think  who has the fleshier tummy? Do these Miss Universe pageants even know what World Peace means? Being competitive with the girl next to you certainly is not promoting World Peace. I do believe in World Peace of course. But I would work on World Peace in my own way. And to me, that is by educating the younger ones to be good people who will help promote and work toward World Peace.

Kate plus 8 is done. I guess I’ll re watch Drop Dead Diva or do my homework! And I am going to need to rethink about eating Oreos with milk. Haha! No I have been craving that since this afternoon! I deserve it! And I can wear my plastic tiara from my Uncle Arnold (who gave it to me on my 21st Birthday) while eating these scrumptious Oreos! Eat your heart out Miss Universe!

Borders bookstores… gone!

I know I’m two weeks late on the whole Borders stores worldwide closing. It’s just… sad. Seriously, what is this world coming to? If one of the largest bookstores is gone (and some cities do not even have a Barnes and Noble),what bookstore is there for people to just hang out in and take a breather? There are small independent bookstores but there aren’t any with a small cafe and or tables and chairs to hang out in where you can feel comfy and cozy enough to be in your own world.

What I loved about Borders is that it was big. It is not like those smaller bookstores where you can see all the people in the bookstore. At Borders, you can almost always (like 95% of the time) find a secluded place in between bookshelves or a chair would be in a corner to read a book or write in your diary/journal. Whenever I was at Borers just reflecting on my emotions or flying a broomstick and playing Quidditch with Harry and the Weasleys (Harry Potter Series) or shopping in New York City with Carrie Bradshaw (the Carrie Diaries, Summer and the City) or even being in a mental hospital with Dolores (She’s Come Undone) and just doing some Math homework or what not, Borders was always a place for me to just… simply be me and was a place for me to escape from the reality. Borders was my second home. And even though, I was at a Borders bookstore on their last day shopping for Harry Potter magazines, a planner and Naruto and One Piece comics for my boyfriend, I didn’t exactly realize then that it would be my last day at a place that was always there for me.

Slowly and day by day as I am downtown everyday, I walk around in different places and I would always go to Borders just to read or write. And because, there are no more Borders… I do not have a place to really do that. There’s the food court at the mall, a little lounge area at the mall which is always packed with tourists and foreigners and there’s also Starbucks. But I always feel obligated to buy something at Starbucks. And I’m not really a coffee drinker. The only time I drink coffee is if I did not have my 6-8 hours of sleep or I cried myself to sleep for some miniscule reason. So I officially feel like my life is over. Borders is gone.

Also, what would the world do without books? When and if I ever have children, are books still going to be in schools? Will we still have libraries? I would not want my child to not be able to hold and read a book and feel that accomplishment of turning the page. I would not want to live in a world without books. If this world is going to be taken over by technology, we might as well not have any writing utensils! Kindles, laptops, screens… BRIGHT screens and the internet will be all that we have.  We will all just stare at each other or screens. And it’s odd… a lot of the time, if I am not holding a book or a notebook, I feel lost or as if I am missing something. Now that Borders is gone and got me to start reading the Harry Potter books, an important part of my life is missing just because I do not have a place to go daily. I have home… but who wants to stay home all day. Yes, I go to school and have a job… but we all know that sometimes we just need a break! Hahahaha! I believe Borders is responsible for a lot of my “breaks.”

Borders: if the CEO or some major important creator or leader of Borders is reading, I am truly sorry and depressed that all Borders have closed down. You wouldn’t imagine, how much my life relied on your store and iced mochas with whipped cream. I always admired the way your Seattle’s Best employees took the time to make my iced mochas perfectly. And once I take that first sip, it’s like I’ve never felt so illuminated in my entire life. I bought most of my books, scrapbooks, photo albums and notebooks from there and I still have my Borders rewards card on my keychain. Just wanted to let you know, that you have a lot of fans and cities await for another opening. And for some reason, I still have hope and that it’s not really the end. Thanks for all the adventures and the iced mochas and for always being open to being my second home.