Fist damn day in college

"This is just a dream! this is just a dream! this is just a goddamn dream!".

First day of school, the worst feeling ever! I don't know what to do and pretend it is just a bad dream but then my alarm clock wont stop ringing. I get out of my bed, crawl to the shower with a big frown on my face.

"Holy snap! what am I suppose to do now?!."
The question I have at the back of my mind at the first day of class. I feel so dumb because I don't really know what to expect in my new school. While I'm in the bus I started to compose a short speech on how am I gonna introduce myself in front of the whole class.

By the time my bus stopped in front of Southwestern College I started to breakdown! my knees started to shake! and my heart felt like a overheating piston engine!. After the bus door oppened, I instantly ran! not to my classroom but to find a restroom. Shortly after that I finally get inside my cassroom. By the time I just got my sanity back after telling myself that "I got this, it will be okay." then suddenly our professor told us to talk to our seatmate!. After that I forgot everything, all I remember is I was excited to go to school the next day.

To all freshmen who are reading this, you are called freshmen for a reason. don't look so haggard the first day of school stay fresh and everything will be alright. Just smile and say "hi" and I am sure that you will earn a friend.

Mainstream Virus Alert!

"Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie!" I bet you want to dance now don't you?. I love that song but I can't dance. Every time my friends play that song they all get into their zone, forget everything around them, and dance like a drunken worm.

Media is the strongest trend setter. Anything the media advertise becomes the mainstream which the community follows because it is something new and cool. I personally follow mainstream every now and then for two reasons. My first reason is that I find the new trend cool and it suits my personality. Second, I follow it because I don't want to be left out by what's "in". I noticed that it changed me and the way I think. When I started to stop going with the flow I began to lose the feeling of belongingness. Before I knew it, following mainstream became my addiction and it felt like my identity can't exist without it.


I have a good friend back in Philippines who got really into mainstream. He started to change because of the "SWAG". He began to talking sh*t and joined a gang. He became less interested about his studies and chose to spend most of his time outside the campus, smoking cigars all day with his gang mates. After a few months, we passed by each other as if we were complete strangers and that's the last time I saw him.




There is nothing wrong about following what's "in" especially if the the community accepts it. What makes it bad is when it started to corrupt your essence and dictates what you should be. Try to reflect on yourself, check how your identity is right now, before it's too late and you lose everything.

Why so racist??

Skin color, does it really matter that much?.
Today most people prejudge a person by his
race or skin. Most of the time, the reason why
 a person tries to mimic another race is because
 he/she idolize someone in that particular race.
 Some just want to look "better" than others
 because they think looking like a foreigner
 in their native land puts them on a pedestal
 that makes them more attractive. To cut the long drama,
 we are all human beings, we share the same
 DNA so why bother changing your appearance? or judge others by their skin?

I found this video that shows how hard it is to be
accepted by people. The young lady talks about
how her mother applies hazardous cosmetics on her young face to make her look white to stop her playmates from teasing her because her skin
 is black.


 When I first attended my senior class in
 Southwest High School I felt really lost.
 Everyone seems to avoid me because I look
 different and I can't speak their language.
 The worst part is I hear clumps of people
 talking about me in every corridor I pass,
 they judge me and call me "chink" each and
 every time.

 In our present time, no matter how well you were raised by your parents or how nice you are as a person, there will always be those kind of people that will judge you by your race the first time they see you.