“They cast a white guy.” !?!




Words seem to label me,

when I want them to enable me.


Brown skin.

Black hair.

W H E R E  A R E  Y O U  F R O M ?

Not this again.

Oh hell                                       no!

Get the Fuck out of my face!

IF you really want to

get to know me.

Don’t try and show off to me.


to be all smooth, calm,


Asshole. People.

If you really want to know me,

talk to me,

get to know me.

Ask me about


About love,

about struggle,

about drugs..

and maybe just maybe

about the men I’d tell you

about the men I’ve fucked.

I’ll let you in,

I’ll let you know.

But if you only care about my

skin color..

Then I must say no.

DAY 30

Your highs and lows of this month. 


  • Smooth Movin’  ~ from the city to out in the country of Tallahassee, FL.
  • Educating myself more on my Filipino culture and history.
  • Facing my fear of roller skating.
  • Cooking more delicious Filipino food!!!
  • Giving up meat for Lent.
  • Eating healthier!
  • Being honest with myself.
  • Laughed more 🙂


  • Still haven’t found a full-time job 😦
  • Haven’t exercised much.
  • No chicken, no beef, no pork, no lamb >_<
  • Still need to unpack some boxes.
  • Read, write, and paint more.
  • Need to send letters home to family & friends.




DAY 27

A problem that you have had.

Accepting my beauty, my inner beauty.

We live in a society today where women have to be picture perfect. Even now, with technology still reaching its peak and the social networking  right on your finger tips… It’s hard to believe you are truly beautiful when there is the media propagating women with artificial enhancements, waxed/hair less bodies like babies, and fully covered with un-natural make up.

I have always had problems in accepting my brown beauty. My light in the winter, dark in the summer Filipino skin. There are times when I am proud and happily don’t care what others may think. However, there are also times when I feel as if my beauty isn’t beautiful enough.

When this happens…I stop myself with these negative, incorrect thoughts, that are not mine. I remind myself I am more. I have the skin of my Filipino people. The eyes, lips, nose, and smile of my family bloodline. Most importantly, I have my inner beauty…my heart of infinite passion, love, and drive. 

DAY 25

Someone who fascinates you and why.

Not who but whom.  The many few Filipino/Filipino American Activists that are continuing to inspire and educate me on their knowledge of the Filipino Community, the oppression our people ignore, and Colonial Mentality we hold.  Here are just a few…

Cindy Domingo:

E.J.R. David:

Kevin Nadal: