Having nothing but nightmares lately.
Shoot, I hate waking up like this.
Shoot, I hate waking up like this.
Haven’t seen this person in 2 or 3 years maybe. I can’t stop thinking about them and wondering how they’re doing. I wanna catch up. . and maybe rekindle fires. .
I’m stuck. Like, really stuck. I know what my mind wants to do and I can visualize it, but my body’s just. . not cooperating. I hate this.
Can’t catch a break, haha. I need to get out already. . It really amazes me — how big the world really is, even in just a small chunk of it.
I guess it’s karma just coming around for my turn in the queue. Mea culpa, as usual…
Our fingers intertwined as you lay your head next to mine. I was worn, exhausted, weary from the week’s events — drifting in and out of consciousness as you suddenly appeared by my bedside. Answer me, is this strictly platonic? Where do your true allegiances lie? Don’t let me fall. . I’m getting weaker.
The Diversity of Filipino’s
Part 1
You are Pilipino
if your mother is Pilipina
if your father is Pilipino
if you are from ‘pinas
if you have one drop of Pilipino blood
You are Pilipino
If you’re Chinese but are from the Philippines
or if you’re only 1/2 or 1/3 or any 1/fraction
and your last name is Tan, Ong, or Chua
and you constitute the less-than 1% of the native population
who control more-than 50% of the national commerce.
You are Pilipino
even if you deny it
because your parents, or theirs, or theirs
are Espanol, mga Kastila
who settled in las islas Filipinas
names after your king once.
My father, too, is named Felipe
from tall, bug-eyed Malays
with high noses and wavy hair.
I don’t know how many generations they have been
On these arbitrary islands that define us
maybe before Biak-na-bato broke in half
at least before Bernard Carpio pushed his handprints
deep in the flat surfaces to separate the broken boulder.
The jungle has grown into the hollows.
You are Pilipino
if you are descended from the children
of the Spanish friars, priests, and other unholy men.
You are Pilipino
if your mother was an American base hostess
and your eyes are green
or any shade lighter than black, really
and your last name is Murphy, Sullivan
or even Brown.
You are Pilipino
it doesn’t matter if you’ve been whitewashed by blood or culture
so bleached out you don’t think twice about blue contact lenses,
affirmative action,
or ski trips to Utah
and you sleep well at nights
with all the alien consonants in your mouth.
You are Pilipino
if you are Black
because your mother
or your father
[or both]
is from America
of African ancestry
or your mother
or your father
[or both]
is Negrito
or your mother
or your father
[or both]
is from America
of Negrito Ancestry.
You are Pilipino
If you are part Japanese
Even though your father
Was the fruit of betrayal
Less than human, they called him
And your grandmother killed herself
After a lifetime as the local loka
Since the execution of her soldier/invader/lover.
Unless you are from Hawaii
where your grandfather joined your grandmother
against the white plantation owners.
Some say that’s what the wars were always about anyway.
You are Pilipino
if you are 1/2 Mexican, 1/2 Filipino
that west coast Catholic mix
like the Irish-Italians back east.
My friend Tony’s folks are both Mexipinos
met and married in Oxnard.
Tony always says he has two reasons
to boycott grapes.
You are Pilipino
if you know
that history docked on our islands
long before any pale giants’ boats ever got close
and history docked there
made home there
ever since.
Yes, if you know that
and if you know
that history has been leaving
ever since
for the next boomtown
in Papua New Guinea
Saudi Arabia
Hong Kong
Montreal
Hilo
Maybe even Ho Chi Minh City
or Los Angeles
to dock there and stay
wondering about those islands
that once had no name.
You are Pilipino
if you left
and have never made it back
and you think you will die
with only a child’s memory
of how the air smells
the 1st day
after the typhoon has passed
and in a week the mud
will still squeeze between your toes, red
but smooth and heavy
like the Duncan Hines frosting
for a dollar thirty-nine
at the Korean store
down the block
from the Rampart Police Station
in P-Town.Poem by Los Angeles poet Napoleon Lustre
Editing this because as girlwithribbon pointed out, there aren’t any women in this photo set!
That is because this photoset is part of a series of sets that I’ve been planning on doing for weeks already (as mentioned in the post as this being only part 1). This photo set is part 1 featuring Filipino men. I posted part 2 of the Diversity of Filipino’s series featuring Filipina’s here just right after I posted this post earlier today.
Both are circulating around still and no they aren’t the only sets in the series there are going to be 2 more sets of the series tomorrow one featuring the LGBT community and another set featuring a mix of everyone regardless of gender and sexuality as the final part of the series.
(via fckyeahfilipinoculture)
Living life on the edge, but definitely the wrong kind of edge this time. Praying I can get through this week… if I don’t get a heart attack first. Gotta use my time wisely.
Part one of secret mission, executed. Not sure of the repercussions, but hopefully I’ll survive if it pulls through.