Mizz Erna

Hmmm, Cia and I seem to be sharing a calendar this week. Today, lunch with Cia (confirmed!), and this Sunday, Arkipelago tabling with Generation Rice at the CAPA Festival in Union Square from noon to 6pm. With a huge update (finally) coming up, maARTe's got juicier stickers to give out this year. I'm excited again coz I think the drive and energy is back in the group with new folks coming in and old folks coming back. It's a good feeling. Daming gimik this month! Haaaay, buhay!

[Update: Lunch was fun! Na-tipsy ako. Gad, I have such a low tolerance. I wanted to take a nap after. But I made 3 new friends in class so it's all good. Hehe.]

Came across this while I was doing research for my Mathematics in Art presentation. How'd I miss this??

Some words of advice from a good friend that I think can work in any situation:

Don't stress. Breathe. Kick ass.

Hehe, I love it:)

Tayo na! I think this site is begging for comments:) So, Tayo na!

Today's school-related tasks. Let's see if I actually follow my schedule:

Assignments/Projects:

IRI Report (reading) due 4/23: Type up results from IRI with J and S

Site Observation Report (issues) due 4/24: Select dates to observe

Lesson Plan (reading) due 4/30: Read Instructions and examples

Poster Presentation (math) due 5/4: Research

Proposal Presentation/Paper (family) due 5/6: Research

Site Observation Report (reading) due 5/21: Select dates to observe

Other People's Children Report (foundations) due 5/22: Read

Final Exams

Reading 5/21: Read Ch 6

Issues 5/22: Read Ch 16

Oh and of course, I have to brag about my A on my Family Involvement in the Education of Students with Disabilities class midterm. Take home midterm kasi!! AND a B+ on a book report I stressed over for my Issues and Practices in Educating Persons with Disabilities class. I thought my report sucked and I was disappointed in myself that I didn't spend more time on it. So, yay! Go me:) *bows*

P.S. I feel the need to brag now because I will be crying next week when I get my Quiz back in my Teaching Developmental Reading class. LOL.

This type of ignorant racism (bah, redundant, i know) is scarier than the ignorant but blatant, cross-burning racism. What the hell were they thinking? I first heard about these shirts just a few days ago through some email discusion groups and lo and behold, I hear on the local radio that they're pulling the whole line. A&F even took down the section on their site with the shirts shortly after I was given the URL. It's kinda cool that Asian groups can come together to accomplish such a feat. And when it comes to the Asians mentioned in the article that had no problem with the shirts, my professor in Foundations of Education would say they have "internalized the oppression" consistent with Freire's Critical Pedagogy. Hehe, see I'm learning stuff.

Here are the photos from B's performance! Obviously, I didn't lay it out, but the pics are mine:) Enjoy!

I keep forgetting to plug this new egroup I joined a few weeks ago. Calling all Pinoy bloggers! C'mon, join, coz I don't really know the other members of the egroup, hehe...

One of many photos I took of B's performance (that's him emoting in the middle - quite the actor, no?) with the group...I'm still fiddling with the scanner controls. The lighting wasn't that great in the auditorium so I have to adjust quite a bit...


Teehee, same photo, just a close up of B:). My scanner is too slow and I don't know why they keep coming out grainy. I'll be a while.

Juvenile Ranting (reminding me that i am young at heart:)

Tonite, I'm guessing B thought I was a bit of a bitch. yes, I can be that way - usually at the wrong time. (well when is being a bitch ever the right time?). I didn't mean to be but I couldn't fake happiness, even though I really was extremely proud of his performance with Pintados (when they have a link, I'll let you know, but I have mentioned them before) at Liga Filipina's Barrio Fiesta tonite. I only saw half the show, but I think they were the highlight. It was so moving, and so good! I took a roll of pictures. I hope they come out alright - i promise to post if they come out ok.

So anyways, I was giving him 'tude coz for the first part of the show before they performed, he was sitting with the rest of the group. I was sitting a few table away with M. And that was fine, until the guys in front of me kept covering my view, and I couldn't see the show, and that got me thinking. I can get paranoid too. I started thinking, omigod, if i came by myself, without M, would I be sitting all by myself? would B be ignoring me, the whole night?

yea, i know, silly right? anyways, it got worse, coz he came over while i was having these thoughts, and he thought i was mad at him. and THEN, the show was already running late. they were on right before intermission. intermission was at 10pm!!! I'm still sick, so i didn't want to stay out to late. i assumed we would leave after their performance but he wanted to stay and could not tell me what time he'd be home, but said he wanted to come over. Bah, i'm losing interest in this silly rant. But its long, why not wasted more space. I won't be offended if you skip this entry. :)

(updated 9:48 am)

So what ended up happening was, I left the show right after intermission, B stayed. We left on not so great terms. (note: I have to say that I didn't yell or anything. I'm very passive-aggressive in that way. If I'm pissed at you, at the least I won't totally embarrass you in public. You'll just know I'm pissed, without a single word or breath from me.) I ended up going with M to her friend's birthday party at this cool place in Chinatown. Weird thing was, I never have fun with her friends, but last night I actually had fun with them. We ended getting home at 12:30am, a relatively early hour for a Saturday night - at least for me. I ended up chatting online with G about the pinoy blogger we all love to hate (you know who i mean:) til about 2:30am, then tried to get some sleep. Didn't work. I woke up at 3:30am and like a loser, stared out the window til about 4am and then when I heard B come in, I went to my bed and pretended to sleep. To make a long story a wee bit shorter, ok na kami. I'm sorry I wasn't more supportive, ga....

I really do envy those folks who can write pages and pages, even if its all bullshit. I can barely write a paragraph of bullshit myself.

No, for real, i'm not being sarcastic. I'm not trying to subtly give anyone any hints or anything like that. I've really been struggling with writing. It feels recent, but B said that I've been like this ever since he met me. So that's quite a while. I don't understand. I've said before - I live to write. So why is it so difficult for me sometimes (a lot of the time it seems) to get anything down on paper, or typed? I guess I sort of know the answer. I tend to pre-edit myself. In other words, I edit what I want to write before I even write it. I think to much, too hard about what I'm about to write that I get paralyzed and am unable to write anything at all. I really wish I could not worry so much. I wish I could just write what's in my head without censoring myself before the words are even created.

I've been working on a paper for school recently. For 5 days, I was typing all the notes related to the paper. Everything I could possibly want to include, in outline form. I stared at the words for another day or so. And only yesterday was I finally able to "break through" and manage to spit out 4 sentences. And even those measly sentences, I was editing myself. This is how I see it: I have this box of puzzle pieces. I empty it out onto a table. First I separate all the colors and divide them in piles. Then I reorganize and perhaps separate them by size. I do all these things to organize them in the hopes of finding the corners, which is really what I need to start to piece the puzzle together, right? So it took me a weekm maybe more, just to find the 2 of the four corners of the puzzle, and not doing anything rational to get me to that any quicker. Gad, I make no sense.

I forgot how I found this site, The Blue Potato. They sound like an interesting bunch - do you know if they've re-incarnated into a another url?

I added new links to the left. Guess who's new?

According to Octavia Butler, science fiction gives writers of color an opportunity to express the accounts, the emotions and the psychological factors of forced "displacement". Such sci-fi narratives relate the to the historical forced displacement experiences of people of color during slavery and labor migration.

Ever thought about the connection between resistance and science fiction? Do you like sci-fi art? Check out my friend Jodi's site! Help me spread the word! This is for her class project. She'll appreciate the feedback! AND she's still open to contributors...

I'm probably jinxing myself by admitting this but what the hell: I'm not craving a cigarette and it's been 10days! Does it not count coz I'm still coughing? (though not as bad as last week?)

Yesterday was nice. Bacon and eggs for breakfast, coughed through half of the noon mass I attended with my parents (not so nice), went on a shopping spree at IKEA (i don't care what you say, i adore that store. bought a desk lamp, 4 pairs of lovely picture frames, a duvet and pillowcases - blue of course), lunch at Mexican restaurant that served the most delicious sizzling steak fajitas, then we got home, i tired to work on my paper, B came over around 8 and we were off to Cabana for dinner.Yum. We got piss drunk from a shared bottle of red wine.Whee:)

Trying not to worry that I 1) didn't take pics; 2) didn't eat noodles 3) didn't blow out a birthday cake. Then again, I wish for the same thing every year anyway, di ba? I think I'm getting to *gasp* old for those silly traditions. Instead, I think about my new bike:) I can't wait to get better so I can use the bike Dad bought me. Yippee!

So this year's birthday present is bronchitis. Which basically means coughing so much you swear your insides are going to come out with both lungs. It means being so damn sick to death of tea, no amount of lemon, honey, or salabat can make it better. It means being sick to death of cough syrup. It means a weak body, but surprisingly, not too horrible a sipon. Have I mentioned that I am so damn sick of coughing? I would just like to get through one night of not coughing so much it wakes me up every 5 minutes. Pretty please? Can I just have that? Of course this year's birthday present could also be a wake up call in disguise. Quit smoking anyone? Happy Birthday to me. I hope I'm in a better mood tomorrow. I am alive, after all.

Oh, and happy belated birthday, Ari:) Welcome back:)

Haaaaaaaaay, sa wakas!

not gone, just sick.