San Diego State University
San Diego, CA
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Graphic Arts/Advertising
Minor: Fine Arts
2008 to Present
San Diego Miramar College
San Diego, CA
Graduated: 2006
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Liberal Studies
Minor: Transfer
Clubs: F.A.S.A., FAHNS
2000 to 2006
San Diego Mesa College
San Diego, CA
Graduated: 2006
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Transfer
Hello. My Name is Rae. Born in Okinawa, Japan. Navy brat and Eldest of Four. I've lived in San Diego most of my life but have been kissed by the sun and waves of Okinawa, Honolulu, Cavite, Dededo, and Tacoma. I like to live Positively. FAiLURE is my FEAR but not an option. I'm Proud of my Heritage, Culture, Experiences, and Past. Anyone who says otherwise can keep my name out of their mouths. If you don't like it, tough. I'm not here to impress or please you. And for those who want to judge a woman by appearance... Take a look in the mirror. I have come across some individuals, even "relatives" who question my choice of Tattoos, Piercings and Hair color, without even considering my contributions to Society, real FAMiLY, and Myself. You can SHUT THE F- UP now. I GOT MiNES. I'm a WiFE, LOVER, DAUGHTER, SiSTER, BEST FRiEND, ARTiST, WRiTER, SPEAK_EASY, POET and one day MOTHER. WTF have you done latey? Certification is not PROOF of TALENT, nor is TALENT an excuse for Certification.
I'm HAPPiLY MARRiED to my Best Friend, Lover, Bboy, SOLDiER, Ben. He's a FORMER US ARMY SGT and is now in the US ARMY RESERVES and going for DRiLL SGT. He DEPLOYED twice to iRAQ to serve in OPERATiON iRAQi FREEDOM and OPERATiON ENDURE FREEDOM. I LOVE HiM. He didn't go for BUSH. He went for YOU. So RESPECT.
my space
I enjoy ORGANiZED clutter
my stuff
MY MAKERS CALL ME CHENG '03 GORiLLAZ inspired
SiLLE SESSiONS '03 My Earlier years
PHASE718 (NO HAY iGUAL) '06 NY SKYLiNE post 9/11 for JMD
ZUS D.O.B '06 (DATE OF BiRTH... iTS WHEN WE BEGiN)
MALAYA '04 Its a draft of the TATOO i have now.
TANK YOU '05
iDOLL '05
iNFORMATiON '05
LOVE LETTER '06
I couldn't speak my love for him easily.
Design '04
TEARS of Age'05
SAD SPARROW '08
Tattoo design for a friend dedicated in the Memory of Mae Erzz R.I.P.
mi Fami lia
PRAY for the SOUL of Ruben Sr. August 1, 1957- June 25, 2007 10:01pm may he rest in Peace
Lolo Igmidio I Miss You.
This is a picture taken 2004 of Rosanne, Roselle, My Lolo Indy, myself, and Rodney. my heros are named
not numbered
When my Lolo Igmidio passed away it hurt. He was a strong man. And he and my late Nanay Paying took care of me and Roselle when we first moved toSan Diego from Honolulu. My best memories are of "Tatay Indy" walking me to Sanburg Elementary when I was younger and picking me up. I used to always walk in front of him. Pretending he wasn't there. I was always so embarrassed. The other kids walked home by themselves. They had the luxury of beingLatchkey kids . Little did I know it then, those kids went home to an empty house. I had the luxury of being loved and coming home to my Grandfather and Grandmother. I was embarrassed of my Grandfather then. Now, I am embarrassed for not appreciating him. I have good memories of him as well. I LOVE him. I remember the times he'd give me a box of TiCTACs just for scratching his back. It never really itched I don't think. I think its the only way he could make sure I wasn't breaking something somewhere. Just as long as I was sitting behind him scratching his back. He rewarded my good behavior with TiCTACS and Wrigleys Mint chewing gum. Packs of them, not just one stick, and once he gave me Orange TICTAS! I was enthrawlled with happiness...
I had to do a project on the Battle of Corrigedor and the Bataan Death March in my FIlipino Studies class at Miramar a couple years back. My Lolo was watching me cut and paste, his old eyes blue and grey with age watched me hard at work, cutting, pasting, labeling. He says to me inbroken english "I was there". At Corrigedor. I say to him in broken Tagalog, "Tell me Lolo"
He tried but stopped before the fully formed tears in his eyes had a chance to fall. The Boxing match on t.v. began, and he fell silent as the the announcer announced the fighters.
Lolo Igmidio is the only remaining GrandParent I have. Lola Palagia, his beloved wife passed away a good 6-8 years ago. My Nanay Salia, my Moms Mom, passed away a few years back as well. My Moms Dad passed away before I could ever meet him. All I have left in Tatay Indy... All I have left is him, and he's going to leave me soon. I regret not knowing MYSELF! I hat myself for being ashamed of who I AM. I didn't know any better back then. I think that is why I try so hard to be SOMEONE, be SOMEBODY, to be FILIPINO! I try so hard to be active and proactive with the FilipinoCULTURE, LANGUAGE, HERITAGE, SOCIETY, FAMILY, EXPERIENCE ... I join the clubs, take the language classes, and Filipino studay classes. I excert myself in every History class I can: Western Civ, Asian Civ, ETC. just to hear the words FILIPINO, FIGHTERS, and WAR in one minisual paragraph.I try so fucking hard because I feel as if... this is the only way I can say SORRY to him... For not being his GRAND-DAUGHTER all those years. For not speaking his LANGUAGE. For not knowing my ROOTS. Not knowing his ROOTS.
So now I am lost. With no one to see my struggle. I didn't care to listen to his when he was capable to tell me. I was too busy scowling him in my foreign english toungue about making me finish my cereal. I was too busy sulking at tumatampo ako ang aking paa while he held my hand to cross the street.
REGRET is nothing any of us should live with. My regret weighs my heart so heavily that no amount of physical or mental pain I have done to myself will make it feel any easier to bear. Before he died he had been in and out of the hospital. I remember the other times it has happened. He was there in bed smiling at us. Tubes were in and out of him. Machines were helping him live. In his hand he held a comb and calmly combed his hair smiling. He joked about a pretty nurse when he was asked what he was getting ready for. Everyday we visited him, he thought he was going home with us. We all cried when we saw him. We all cried and felt weak. I don't want to be weak anymore. I will see him and he will be held together with machines and tubes surrounded by stale air and the chirps of monitors and computers. I want to see my Lolo but I don't want to cry any tears for him. I want to be brave like he was at Corrigedor. Gusto kong maging matapang para mga KAWAL PILIPINO.
myHusBen
mi Vida
Who I'd like to meet:
LONERS LiKE ME:
RAE's RULES of ENGAGEMENT
1. Anyone who enjoys a coffee break, a rhyme or two, some good mellow beats, maybe some foot work on the side, and endless conversations on the stupidist (spellcheck) topics.
2. Compatible personalities and new; old friends. I've enjoyed the friends and acquaintances I have made through out my life, and yet, only a few have made the impact worth cherishing. I would not mind going through more of those. I'd hate to meet anyone exactly like myself. I am afraid we'd be the best of enemies.
3. I am very easy to get a long with. I have the occasional homies, colleagues, and acquaintances, but the TRUE friends I do have can vouch for me when I say that I am the kind of friend you'd hate to be enemies with. And I am also the kind of enemy you'd love to be friends with. I don't beleive in the Death Sentence. But I do beleive in torture.
4. I am a great listener and I try to only give advice when asked. If you need help I will be there for you without a second thought. But just because I am nice doesn't mean you can take advantage of it. DO NOT mistaken my kindness for weakness! I'm not a moron, jerkface!
5. If you are just here to add on to your never ending list of "FRiENDS" then count me out. PLEASE!
6. Im a SUKKUAH for MEN in MiLiTARY UNiFORM, Southern Accents, Tatoos and Peircings.
7. I am usually a very good judge of character at first impressions, so make yours a good one. If I don't like you, you'll know. I am normally cordial regardless. I am a true believer of Common Decency; it's a natural human nature that should be instilled in us all. BE GOOD AND MAKE GOOD CHOICES!
P.F.S.
FORGET what you heard... i GOT MiNES
Though My enemies are dead in my eyes... They still walk amongst us. _raeMoney
Hello. My Name is Rae. Born in Okinawa, Japan. Navy brat and Eldest of Four. I've lived in San Diego most of my life but have been kissed by the sun and waves of Okinawa, Honolulu, Cavite, Dededo, and Tacoma. I like to live 
