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Rainer (Vinnie) Goco

Rainier (Vinnie) Goco

Goco Family

Goco family owned funeral home in the Philippines

Filipino-American group in Queens which Mr. Goco was a part of 

Graduating class of nurses

Restaurants where many Filipinos worked

Image of a model class in the Philippines during colonization

Two nurses from the Philippines

Sources

Goco family albums

Cruz, Enrique B., and Los Angeles California. Confrontations crossings and convergence: photographs of the Philippines and the United States, 1898-1998. Los Angeles: UCLA Asian American Studies Center :, 1998. Print.

Shopping for Fangs

Phil making fun of his sister for knowing how to make stir fry. He also questions her decision to live with her boyfriend, bring up their parents in the conversation. This is a small nod to the culture of the importance of family for most Asian Americans.

Phil and his sister's boyfriend having an awkward conversation about the food. 

So Hi Rice Krinkles

So-Hi with cymbals

Comparison between Japanese geta and So-Hi's new shoes

Sound of So-Hi's voice and example of Asian Riff

1965 Mustang Rice Krinkles commercial

1963 Rickshaw Rice Krinkles commercial

7 face of Dr Lao

Dr. Lao seen smoking an opium pipe.

Dr. Lao using magic with his finger

Dr. Lao dancing after having a serious conversation with Mike

Dr. Lao fishing in a try lake

Worship

Worship. It's more than just the songs of praise and accolades we sing during divine hour every Sabbath. It's more than just the devotionals we read each morning or at the end of each day. It's a state of being. A state of true transparency. Where all facades are broken, and all walls crumbled. It's the fortification of bonds and resurrection of bridges worn down by life's assaults and this world's distractions. It's allowing oneself to be completely vulnerable to forces beyond human control. Complete surrender to the only Power than can break all chains, dismiss all fears, tackle all obstacles, and calm every storm. It is in true worship that one can experience true freedom and true Love. It is in true worship where things are put into perspective and lies are replaced with truth. It is where the face of God is seen more clearly and his presence felt more real. It is where true faith is born, and reborn, daily. It's the only place where your armor can be rebuffed and readied for the new battle ahead. It is the place where stone becomes flesh. It is our connection to the throne room and invitation to sit on our Father's lap. It is the one place I feel safest and the one place that I don't want to leave. It is the experience that makes me realize the lacking of earth and makes me long for heaven all the more. To be with my Father in eternity; the greatest joy I can ever experience. Worship is the tip of that iceberg. Just a glimpse of things yet to come.

50/50? #GMG

Hey, guys! I'm starting a new segment called "You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?", GMG for short. Just to talk in length or not at all about the things that grind my gears (Family Guy was useful for something).
So, without any further ado, here's GMG:

You know what really grinds my gears? When I try to meet a person half way, but they don't make an ounce of effort to meet me half way. Mostly this has only happened to me when talking to people. I'll do my best to see things from their perspective, but still indicate where exactly I disagree. I try really hard not to disrespect their personal opinion. Yet, when I share my opinion on an issue, my opinion is almost always automatically BS. Excuse me? What happened to respecting opinions? Oh, you thought "no offense" was cutting it? Well, it's not. Now, thus far, I haven't actually lashed out at this kind of response to my ideas, but I'm done with that. I won't go around chopping people's heads off for telling me they don't agree with me, and I definitely won't get mad at people who don't know me, but I will be more expressive about my level of offense and if I can't receive the same level of respect that I gave, I just won't give honest opinions anymore. You may as well go talk to cleverbot. I'm sure she'll give much more caring responses than the occasional "uh-huh", which is all I'll have heart to give after that. I'm not here to stroke your ego. Especially if you're just gonna skewer mine. If you want to actually discuss things with me, I'll be glad to actually respond to what you're saying but only if I know that when I speak, I'll be respected.

And that's what really grinds my gears. Leave a comment and tell me if you ever felt like you weren't getting your fair share of something. Respect, time, effort, money, whatever.

Letter to my body

Dear Body,

There are something I just can't stand about you. You're such a hoarder. You hold onto things you and I both know we could live without, but you swear we might need it one day. All it's doing is holding us back. You're so immature. You make noises at the WORST possible time. I don't care if you took whale speaking classes with Dory. The world doesn't need to know. especially not during a lecture! The world also doesn't need to know about every single thing that hurt you. You get a cut, bruise, burn, you heal, and you should move on. Why the long term evidence? Oh and the constant moving when I'm not moving? Why aren't we in this together? If I move a limb, you should move at the same pace. Why so much inertia? Body, I can think of a lot more things wrong with you, but guess what? You're the only body I have. I don't care what the plastic surgeons say about giving me the best body ever. You were given to me, and you're all I need. You've been with me since the beginning, 07-18-93. You've grown with me. I've seen your ups and downs. You've seen my ups and downs. I know you're not perfect, but hey, neither am I. and one day we both will be. So until then, we'll work together on becoming what God's vision of us as a unit is. I love you body. All the noises, all the excess, all the scars, all the pains. We're in this together. Until death do us part. <3