Month: January 2006

  • More research and more interesting facts. I love it.


    This year is the 100 year anniversary of Filipinos migrating to what is now the state of Hawaii. There were fifteen men, Ilocano, and recruited to work at the Hawaiian Sugar Planters' Association (HSPA). They arrived on the big island on December 20, 1906. There's a great book entitled Sakada: Filipino Adaptation in Hawaii. There is also a website that shows what the state of Hawaii is doing to celebrate that. Check it out at: www.filipinosinhawaii100.org. It's a very well done and informative site. It makes me want to go to Hawaii this year.


    The migration of Filipinos to Hawaii has been broken down. From 1906-1919, the "First Wave" of Filipino migration drew almost 30,000 people.  The second wave was during the roaring 20's and drew almost 74,000 Filipinos. After the Tydings-McDuffie Act was signed, less than 15,000 Filipinos migrated before migration was scheduled to be completely cut off in 1934. This however, was interrupted by World War II. Even during the war, about 7,300 Filipinos were brought to Hawaii to work on the sugar plantations. After, the war though, another 7,400 Filipinos were brought in.


    With those numbers, it may seem that it's no wonder that Hawaii has had a Filipino governor. However, Filipino only has 10% of all the Filipinos in the United States. California has 47%. Why aren't we more politically empowered here? It just seems strange to me. We could very much put together a strong voting bloc if we just worked more closely together. Then issues like Filipino World War II Veterans' Equity would already be solved.

  • Court proceedings can be expensive. Even without legal counsel. I'm representing myself on this petition and it's just wild. The thing is, I've actually spent more so far on just making public notice advertisements in the newspaper. $300 for the initial filing in court and then $1,300 in advertising fees. Just crazy. Anyways, it's a step in the right direction in my life.


    I had dinner with a few of the cast members of Yellow Fever. I sort of made a realization as to another reason why I enjoy the shows so much. It's always new people to meet and get to know. There's a few regulars, like Dennis, DeeDee and Bob, the director, assistant director, and stage manager, respectively. Over dinner I was able to make a connection with a couple of the cast members. One girl in the show goes to Davis and has goals of being a performance artist. She's majoring in Political Science, but she does spoken word with Ill-Literacy and knows some of those folks. Another gentleman in the show is in real estate, and he's a real big supporter and a fun, sincere guy to boot. He was giving us tips on buying a home and they made total sense. I shall share them with my readers.


    According to him, the first house is the hardest house to buy. Simply because prices are high and most people need to make a big down payment. They have to pay to get in. He said it's not so much the monthly payment that matters, but how much prospective buyers can put down. Once you have a house, earn some equity, then all of a sudden you have a bigger down payment to play with for a bigger house. His big tip - Let your first house be a three bedroom, two bathroom home (3/2). Why? People will always want shelter. A 3/2 gives you the ability to sell the home a later time because it's small enough for the next new buyer to qualify for. Once you earn that equity, then you can get your five bedroom, 4 bathroom, three car garage home, or even bigger. Getting a home too small isn't as good because it's too small and you limit your spectrum of prospective buyers. The same is true of getting to big of a home. He did say that location is important and you should look at the neighborhood, but he mentioned that he's noticed that people move to where they work, or where they can raise their family, or other more conveniences, rather than just have a huge house.


    It makes sense to me. I'm not in the market just yet, but at the same time, I'm more than two-thirds done with my mortgage. Maybe later, I can implement some of those tips. I hope they were helpful. Good luck to all you prospective buyers out there.

  • Fun times. A friend called me after work and asked if I wanted to watch the Kings game. They were playing the Los Angeles Clippers and one of the cast members were talking about not being able to get tickets just last night. So I decided to go. I hadn't been to a game in a while and I even got to sit lower level! It was my first time sitting lower level and it was "outstanding." Section 116 Row Y Seat 5. It was a great view. I had good company and outstanding conversation. We were able to catch up a little bit. It's funny how Xanga happens to be one of the few ways that we keep in touch with each other. It works, to an extent, but it's definitely not as exciting as speaking in person.


    Ultimately, the Kings won 118-114. and it was a close game for the most part. For most Kings fans, there were some stressful moments in the fourth quarter though.


    After the game, I went and got a personalized jersey. I had been planning to get one even during the last games I attended, but decided otherwise. Today, I finally came through for myself. 125 LIL SEXY. It's a beautiful thing.


    It's really an expression of how important Chi Rho Omicron is to me. I mean, I was raised as most Filipino American children were - biculturally but with an emphasis toward assimilation. I was asked if I wanted to learn Tagalog. After I denied it once, it wasn't brought up again. Somehow, I just "knew" that certain American ideals, physical, spiritual, and mental, were the pinnacle of humanity. Sure, I knew lumpia, barong, tinikling, and other key phrases. However, I didn't have substance behind those words.


    I learned later, and believe now that we were raised with a chip on our shoulder called self-hatred, consciously or subconsciously. That denial of my innate culture really shaped me towards the end of my high school career. I started to notice my people. I started to learn how the barong developed, what tinikling symbolized, and the history of my people. It was liberating. It was amazing. Most of all, it was mine. I could lay claim to it. It made me unique.


    One of my fraternity brothers talked about how many Filipinos in college become "uber-militant social activists" and majored in Asian American studies. He criticized them for jumping on the bandwagon and turning Filipino pride into one of those "stylish things to be a part of - romanticized activism for appearance sake." While he believes that there are individuals who truly are trying to make a difference and dedicate their lives to writing our history and recognizing our mark on the American tapestry, he also believes there are many who exist in the realm for show. I hope I am the former and not the latter.


    His assessment is so true, as biting as it is. He happens to be one of the founding brothers at UC Davis, and he really captured the essence of the fraternity as this: [It] was like an ethnic studies class combined with many of the principles of fraternity life - learning to time manage, stay on top of school, give back to the community, be under the microscope by those who might misjudge you, and learning to be a team player."


    He goes on: "A Filipino is still a Filipino - whitewashed or FOB - and all are part of [the] larger community that need[s] to support and uplife the race. Many of the sacrifices my immigrant ancestors made were for me to succeed academically and socially - to penetrate places thaty could not because they were not expected to. Being Filipino [is] not about lumpia, dancing, speaking Tagalog - it was about acknowledging your bicultural existence and using its positive attributes to succeed in a world of people who amy put you in a box because of it."


    The first cultural event that I attended of Chi Rho Omicron was when I was still a prospect. I was looking into it. The speakers they brought talked about Virgilio Enriquez, who developed Sikolohiyang Pilipino, or Philippine Psychology, a strong movement during the 60's. During the talk, the professor said, "What matters the origin of a particular trait or belief, as long as it takes us in a positive, progressive direction." It was a warning. Just because it's Filipino doesn't make it inherently good. Nor does something that's not Filipino make it inherently bad. Ultimately, an action or item's intrinsic value should be determined by where it leaves people.


    Dr. Steffi San Buenaventura, still one of the most influential individuals in my life, said once that as a woman in academia she had to work twice as hard. As an Asian woman in academia the struggles even double. She had value. She still does, in the research and lessons she left with us even after she passed. That's what Chi Rho Omicron is about. Leaving intrinsic value in our people and making sure that people know about it. We have a long way to go. I say bring on the challenge.


    That's part of the reason that I wanted to include Filipino American History Month in the California Department of Education calendar. I considered celebrating Asian Pacific Islander month, which is in May. Yet I knew and feel that would not be fair to all the diverse cultures of the Asian Pacific Islands and their communities. I just felt that we would not be able to effectively cover such beautiful cultures without glossing over parts of it.


    Even within the Filipino culture, there is so much to cover. I only hope the committee will be able to highlight some aspects of it, and teach people in the process.

  • I sort of lost track of my thoughts in my entry yesterday, so I'll continue where I meant to go. Aside from the complex issue of the title of the play being Yellow Fever, the play is from the detective genre. There's a private eye, some cops that he has a contentious relationship with, a woman love interest, and of course a crime to solve with an anonymous antagonist. It's a really fun script and while it injects some culture in there, it stays pretty true to the genre as well.


    For example, the detective is Asian. That's atypical. On top of that, it's set in Canada, and right from the introduction, the detective makes reference to being interned during World War II. While we study how the Japanese were put in internment camps here in the United States, I wasn't aware that the same thing happened in the country to the north of us.


    The playwright injected some Japanese words into the play, and of course there are some bluff racists and a Japanophile mixed in to add to the menagerie. There's also a reference to the model minority myth as well as gunshots and fights. Nothing like a good old beating. Like I said, it's a fun play.


    As I said yesterday, I wasn't cast for a part, but just last night I was asked to understudy one of the parts. Sergeant MacKenzie, a cop of Irish descent. I'm not sure what the director was thinking. I don't even look Irish. I doubt I could pass for one. Oh well, I'll do my best, as I always do. Hopefully though, the primary actor will be able to perform at all the shows.

  • I'm helping out with this play called Yellow Fever, which is being produced by Interactive Asian Contemporary Theatre (InterACT). Although I auditioned and wasn't cast, I made sure that I was available to help out with the show.


    From the title alone, a person somewhat versed in inter-ethnic relations can draw a particular message. Of course, there is yellow fever, the disease spread by infected mosquitos, which causes jaundice. However, from a sociological standpoint "yellow fever" has been used in the past to describe an “Asian fetish.” Asiaphilia is another term, although not nearly as nefarious. Typically, these terms are reserved for non-Asians who have an intense sexual attraction to Asian women, to such an extent that it is difficult for him to form meaningful relationships with non-Asian women. I’ve heard of the reverse situation, where the Asian woman has an unusually strong attraction to a non-Asian man, and those women called “white worshippers.”


    In one of my Asian American Studies classes, we spent a whole week talking about this situation, and how the situation is an expression of racism in our society. For example, according to the 2000 U.S. Census, there are 2.5 times more marriages between white men and Asian women than between white women and Asian men in the United States. Why is that?


    We talked about the mass media, and how white men are depicted as protectors of women, and Asian men are stereotyped as asexual or even homosexual as the nerd, the computer scientist, the single martial artist. Conversely, women are depicted as hypersexual as China dolls, geisha girls, or prostitutes. I can think of a few examples myself, like Memoirs of a Geisha and Miss Saigon. Even in the Harry Potter series, there is an Asian romantic interest named Cho Chang. Asian men don’t hook up with women either. Look at Romeo Must Die for a good example of that.


    It’s controversial, for sure, and I myself have to be careful of mislabeling an interethnic relationship as an instance of "Yellow Fever." I do think it's a problem though. It’s all around us, and we have to be careful about what we choose to support and not support when we take part in the mass media. We have to be mindful. Otherwise it's reality imitating the media and vice versa. All that leads to is an endless cycle of junk.

  • With the coming new year, I usually get reflective, hopeful, and start making plans like most people around this time. The new year typically means a new start, being able to wash away the mistakes of the prior year, and learn from them to make better decision in the future. This year, however, has been different for me. I haven't come into the year with a particular goal. There hasn't been any particular epiphany to drive me into the next year...until now. I read my friend's Xanga entry and well, it moved me. It's so simple. However, what's simple to do is also simple not to do. Let's not make this a maxim that I follow. I truly like the message of the entry though. Read on:


    A One-Word Resolution
    Dan Seaborn


    Some time ago, around this season of the year, a friend named Dennis dared me to take a crack at a certain sort of New Year's Resolution. Dennis's goal for the year was to pick a single word, just one, and let that word come alive in his life over a twelve-month period. His challenge for me was to do the same thing, to try out a word of my own.

     

    Never the kind of person to let a challenge go unmet, I took the one-word resolution idea and decided to give it a shot. That year, of all the words to pick from, I chose one that had a glaringly obvious need for development in my life: PATIENCE. With the word tucked nicely into a corner of my mind, I hung a new calendar on the wall.

     


    Not even a week after the ball dropped in Time's Square that year, I was driving my family home from a party hosted by some friends. The night had been fun, but a few hours spent mingling while keeping track of four kids will fry my energy almost as quickly as it fries my last nerve. By the end of the evening, I just wanted to be away from people, away from talking, and away from noise in general.

     

    As I drove home from the party, my temper was on a hair-trigger. So when one of my kids started disagreeing with me from the backseat, it was all I could take. I snapped immediately, launching into a verbal tirade about why I was right, how tired I was, and why children should be quiet when they're in the car.

     

    In the tense moments that followed my little outburst, I remembered that this was the year I was supposed to learn patience.

     

    That patience didn't come easily. Over the course of the next twelve months or so, there were many other moments where my brain had to check my impatient behavior-instances where I had to ask for forgiveness and try again. In time, though, I really did get better at keeping my composure.

     

    When exasperating moments came around, I learned to count to ten before reacting. I learned to wait for people without getting frustrated right away. Little by little, I learned patience.

     

    As January approaches this year, most people are thinking about those five pounds they've got to lose, or they're contemplating finishing that project that's been sitting in the basement for eighteen months. Instead of making resolutions like those this year, I'd like to challenge you to try something even better. How about a one-word resolution of your own?

     

    What area of your character could use some growth? Is there a part of your life that needs development? If you had to choose, which word would you work on this year? How about kindness? Generosity? Contentment? Health? Compassion? Happiness? Control? Service? Prioritizing? Truthfulness? Selflessness? Trust?

     

    Pick a word, any word, and seek to let it build in your life this year.  Write it on your calendar or tape it on the bathroom mirror. Stick it to the fridge or make it the opening message when you turn on your cell phone.

     

    Put forth a conscious effort to change this one word, and-I promise-something amazing will happen. When next January comes around, you'll find that your one-word resolution has become something much bigger: a one-word revolution.

     

    A personal revolution. Now that's what I'm talking about.

  • Some more research, some more insights:


    On March 16, 1521, Portuguese explorer Ferdinand Magellan landed at Samar. By March 31, 1521, Spanish firar Pedro Valderama conducted the first Catholic mass in Limasawa, Leyte. On April 14, 1521, Rajah Humabon, Rajah Kolambu, and 400 other Filipinos were baptized into Christianity during a ceremony that Valderama conducted in Cebu. Prior to all that, Makdum, Rajah Baguinda, and Abu Bakar propogated Islam in the Philippines during the 15th century.


    Prior to Magellan's landing the Philippine people sat on the floor, on equal levels. Once Magellan bestowed a red velvet Spanish chair to Rajah Humabon, the heirarchy became a physically symbolized.

  • Happy New Year to everyone.


    One more year has passed and I'm one year closer to my ultimate demise. I've taken another step in the healing process of grieving over my mom. I went to the Sacramento Superior Court on Friday and became one step closer in solving the problem with the ownership of the house. My step dad has been making a claim on it since my mom passed. I found paperwork that says otherwise, and basically, I filed it. $292.50 to file a petition that the court is going to take at least nine months to review and other fees to follow. Oh its expensive to go the legal route to settle a dispute. It's no wonder the rich can hire legal representation and the less than affluent can't without much financial struggle.


    My first NFL football game ever was amazing. Even though the 49ers struggled this year, it was still a treat to be able to watch them. They played the Houston Texans, and despite the extreme weather, I was warmed by a victory from my favorite team. It was even an overtime win, so I definitely received a lot for my money, considering I got the tickets for $10 a piece. It's nice to know generous people. Not a bad first day of the year if I do say so myself. My only complaint is that food and memorabilia is too expensive for my budget at this time.


    I am a lifelong learner, and am always coming across interesting information in my search for knowledge. One thing that I ran across talked about how the name dela Cruz came to be in the Philippine nation. Apparently on November 11, 1849, illiterate Filipinos under the Spanish Governor general Narciso Claveria y Zaldua were given the Christian surname dela Cruz. People that could not read and write drew a cross as their signature on documents and so were known for the dela Cruz surnames.


    In contrast, Filipino descendants of rajahs and noble men were given the option to keep their names. Among the clans were the Lakandulas, Solimans, Gatmaitans, Gatbontons, Salongas, Laas, Lapiras, Macapagals, Salamats, Manuguits, Balinguits, Banals, Kalaws, and others. They were also exempted from forced labor and paying taxes under the Spanish rule. I know some people with those surnames, and they aren’t doing bad for themselves. The hierarchy continues on.