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"Toodaroo Mothafucka!" by Young Dela & Chris D. Snippet. LOL. #TMOT #CSMTProject #CapriSunMixtape

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“Come & Go (Young Dela Snippet)” by Young Dela & Chris D. | Brand New Project off ‘Capri Sun Mixtape’

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Soon enough it's going to be just you and I.

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The Voice of the Young

A youth’s opinion can be a hell of a weapon. I’ve been a student in California’s public school system for nearly 13 years, and I have seen the mighty powers of the teenage voice. Protests, rallies, walkouts, and sit-ins are all effective in their goals to gain attention from the people who hold power. They have also proven that the youth are active in the politics that revolve around our lives and help drive the community to the direction the young people desire. The youth are the future of this nation and their voices are strong and powerful. Through the youth’s voice, we can guarantee that the nation isn’t brought down by decisions that affect the future negatively. They must use their freedom of expression to continue the democratic process, and to prove to the older generation that they deserve a say in the future of their nation.

Rallies and protests have always been a major part of my educational process, and I sometimes consider it as one of the most important lessons I learned through school. I soon became aware about the power of the youth’s voice even before I learned how to add and subtract. Through time, I witnessed the importance of why the youth should stand up because their voices are significant and people will listen to them the most. I also realized that wherever I went, the strength of the youth’s assembly was unstoppable. Living in the Philippines, I used to attend school 3 blocks away from the Nation’s Capital, and rallies and demonstrations were an inevitable part of daily life. It quickly amazed me how such teens from high school to college were the main people involved in these protests. As an immature, naïve child, I began to wonder why these young people would take part in such risky demonstrations and why it was so important for their voices to be heard. I realized that these young adult’s actions were effective, and they were being noticed. Obviously these protestors were doing something right. Other people were starting to become affected because the police and the media almost always showed up. More obviously, someone felt that these young people’s voices were too strong, motivating and intimidating. The opposition felt that they had to intervene and use methods to dissipate the strong demonstrator groups. Sometimes these youthful activists would be met with the riot control officers who sprayed the protestors with strong water and sometimes beat them until they stopped with their rally, regardless of how peaceful their protests were. It was true that the voices of these young protestors were being heard and acknowledged, but the motivation and dedication that these protestors had were clearly unstoppable. These young protestors knew that by making a stand, their opinions were being recognized. The youth should continue to make a stand because their attempts at change are more spirited and motivated, unlike older people.  

After living in the Philippines for seven years, I moved to California. A noticeable difference was how peaceful the activist demonstrations are in America compared to the Philippines. What became more apparent was the similarity of the democratic process and of the young people’s movement on speaking out their opinions. A few years passed, and I entered middle school. After being part of the California public education system for a lengthy four years, I began to notice the decline in the economy compared to the first time I attended a school in the state. I began to realize that the decline in the economy negatively affected the school district I attended. A call for reform was inevitable, and once again the youth assembled. Working with the teachers and school staff, students took part in protests that they hoped would bring the school district extra economic assistance, allowing the schools to provide the students with classes that would benefit their future. It was my first time being a part of a protest instead of being a spectator, and I quickly noticed the unity within the group because of their determination to achieve the same goal. I quickly became aware that these groups were stronger than I expected because of their unity and inspiration. It was the strength of the coalition that scared the opposition in the Philippines because they knew that these groups were too determined to achieve their goals. These protestors wouldn’t give up because they’re speaking out for their future and the future of the whole community. The voice of the youth is significant because it can change the direction of a government to how they want their future to be. The importance of these protests are not simply to gain the attention of the higher powers, but also to drive the community to follow the way the youth wants. In most cases, such as my school district’s Student/Staff walkout, the community agrees, because they realize that the youth who protest will be the ones in charge of the community one day. In other cases, the community disagrees because they’re unable to accept the change of generation, which also comes with a change of beliefs. This is evident in the Philippines and how the opposition groups, mainly consisting of older people, treated the young protestors. The opposition dislikes the idea of the transformation of power and difference of ideals and wants to prevent change from occurring. Regardless of the results, the youth continued their expression of their opinion and demands because their ideas would be heard somehow. Despite the immediate actions taken towards the youth’s stand, their opinions wouldn’t become unnoticed. These youthful protestors, with their new ideas, disapprove with the opposition, and, even if their protests become unsuccessful, they find other means to get their voices heard. Expression of ideas should continue because speaking out about ideas is an effective way to get results.

The voice of the youth shouldn’t stop after protests and demonstrations. Young people have shown that their voices can be heard through the counts of ballots. Young voters have increased throughout the generations and show that the youth has an increasing interest in politics because of their motivation for a better future. Through voting, the youth “speaks out” by supporting their beliefs. This was apparent as most younger voters have chosen to side with the Democrats, and in the outcome of the 2008 Presidential Elections, their nominee became the winner. They continue to fight for their cause by selecting their ideas and beliefs out of all of the other options. One more vote for their cause is an achievement because it proves their strength in unity and determination. At the end of the day, win or lose, the reassurance of fighting for the cause satisfies everyone.

The voice of the youth will continue to be heard, and will echo within the community. Their ideas will be passed on to newer generations, where the new youth would apply their own beliefs. The cycle is necessary for a healthy democracy, and helps prevent a one-sided argument. The way the youth expresses their beliefs shows their determination to achieve a better future, and guarantees that when the younger generation becomes the main people who hold the offices, their peers will agree. Also, it guarantees that the future run by the current generation of youth won’t have the same errors as the past. The youth must keep fighting, and must keep their voices loud enough for those who disagree to hear. It is important for the younger people to speak out and express their opinions because their ideas are fresh, and will move the community soon enough. The new generation is here, and we’re not going to allow our future be decided without a fight.

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Woke up to this in the morning. "Smoking Rollin' reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up, break it break it down, break it down so I can beat it up." #np (Taken with instagram)

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Birthday sex in your mouth. 👍👍👍 (Taken with instagram)

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College Lecture One: Appreciating Your Parents

I appreciate everything my parents have done for me, but I didn’t realize it until college. Independence is something that most of us look forward to. Some of us even make plans on how life will be after finally moving out from our parents’ houses and living on our own. I decided to find out sooner than most of the 1st year students in UC Davis. According to the school, over 90% of freshmen chose to live in on-campus housing. Being part of the 10% helped me realize how much I appreciate my parents.

  My three housemates and I entered Davis from our hometown, fresh out of high school, confident with big dreams, and looking forward to our independence. We all became close friends throughout high school and had planned out our lives in Davis when we were admitted. We spent the last days of summer vacation visiting our warm apartment as we appreciated the “free-life”, enjoying the luxuries that came along with our apartment such as the swimming pool, gym, and free TV. My roommates and I treated our home as if it were a vacation resort, living carefree and just making the most out of everything. At the time, our apartment rent, bills, and house essentials were paid through financial aid and loans, and money was not an issue. Nothing seemed to go wrong, and the future looked as bright as the clear summer sky. My housemates and I thought, “so this is college,” as we sighed with relief with how good our lives seemed. Of course, at the time, we still returned back home, and didn’t fully move in until the first week of school.

The first night of moving in, I rushed my parents to leave because my housemates and I decided to throw a huge party for our closest friends from home. It was hard to let my parents go for the first time, but I was too excited for the party we were about to throw. The night was crazy, wreck-less, yet it was fun because we were finally allowed to express our independence. The next day, I woke up with a throbbing headache, a girl in my arms, and a major mess of a house to clean. It was still fresh on our minds that we finally living on our own, and cleaning the mess was still an enjoyable task. My parents were in the back of my mind as freedom took over my thoughts. It only took one month until I came crawling back home.

My family only lives an hour and thirty minutes away from Davis, but missing home became inevitable. My apartment is warm and comfortable, but it doesn’t compare to the warmth of my home with my family. Conversations I have with my housemates are nowhere close to the conversations I would have with my brother and sisters. My family always used to talk about how our each of our days went. My housemates and I only talked about how much rent is or what we have to buy for food. My bed in Davis is soothing and relaxing, but is nothing close to the softness of my bed at home. It even felt as if the temperature of my apartment was not as calming as the temperature back home.  

Mostly, I missed the smell and taste of my mom’s home cooked meals. I ate nothing but fast food and microwavable meals for the first month in college. Even eating at the restaurants in Downtown Davis was not sufficient to fulfill my appetite for home cooking. I missed having a different meal every day, prepared especially for me by my mom. Mondays back at home meant coming home to a fresh cooked Chicken Adobo. Now, I came home on Mondays, usually looking through the refrigerator and settling for Top-Ramen. Missing my mom’s cooking is more than missing the taste and smell of the food, but the soothing feelings the food brought because her cooking reminded me of my childhood. The smell of my mom’s cooking reminded me of the days when I was a kid and my mom would cook as I played with my Hot Wheels on the kitchen floor. The taste of her cooking reminded me of how my dad used to feed me. Thinking about my mom’s cooking made me want to surrender my independence. It was also the way my family sat around the table as we ate dinner. My family and I had irreplaceable conversations, stories and jokes. Living on my own became hard because I started to feel alone in my apartment. My housemates and I had different schedules, and sometimes it became difficult to see each other throughout the day. It soon became a “hi” and “bye” routine, as those would sometimes be the only words spoken between all of us throughout the entire day. The feeling of loneliness and the deprivation of home’s coziness made me miss my parents a lot more.

Missing home made me come home every weekend, even to this day. As I neared the third month as a freshman in Davis, I soon realized that living on your own has its costs. Paying for rent, for bills, and for daily needs became difficult because I was careless with my finances. As I struggled to find money, I began to appreciate the hard work my parents endure to provide for our family. Everything they provided me, I took for granted. My parents are able to provide to six people what I couldn’t provide for myself. Of course, it was difficult to ask for money since I boasted about living on my own, so I kept to myself, looking for a job to fund my needs. At the end of the third month, it was hard to keep myself from asking my parents for money. I told them I was ashamed for asking them for money, but they didn’t scold me. Instead, my parents told me to keep my head up, and continue to work hard. The inspiration that my parents provide is what I’m truly appreciative of.

Throughout my life, I thought that my parents just lectured me because they didn’t want me to act a certain way. I became aware that my parents just wanted to keep me motivated to chase my dreams instead of heading in the wrong direction. My parents were my inspiration to stay in school and to do well in school because I wanted to follow their orders. Once I gained my independence, I started slacking in school, and not going to class. The results became a tragedy, and I was placed on Academic Probation for the Fall Quarter. My parents didn’t get mad when they found out, and they only told me to do better next time. In that instance, I realized that all my parents ever wanted is for me to reach my goals. They always helped me stay determined and focused in school and to do well, and it was never for them. My parents always thought of what is best for me, and do everything they could so I could be where I want to. I appreciate the way my parents never gave up on pushing me to never give up.

I still miss home and my family, especially my parents. Realizing what my parents have provided me has helped me stay in Davis, and has motivated me to live on my own. I appreciate my mom and dad because they helped me realize that life is hard on your own, but at the end of the day, you’re all you have, and no one else will help you succeed but yourself. 

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Sometimes the smallest, most seemingly insignificant things mean the biggest, most important things to others.

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2/5 of ΖΠ. 421 & 422. #OOTD (Taken with instagram)

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PARTY TONIGHT. 340 Parkway Circle. 10pm! Be there! #ProjectXPO (Taken with instagram)

#projectxpo

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I'ma miss this nigga man. Airman Christian "The G" De Leon. Aka Dipndots, aka Chris D. The Milkman, aka Sikwidiht. Lol. @ayechrisd_012 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵 (Taken with instagram)

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My baby likes to cook cuz her baby likes to eat! @ylaixdclxvi ❤😊 (Taken with instagram)

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ΖΠ. Party of five. #tbt (Taken with instagram)

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[™]. Lol. @chrisherminpabalan_003 @_mjtm_001 @ayechrisd_012 @abeybaaby. (Taken with instagram)