Europe? Nope.
Just in España, Manila, baby! I love my UST. :)
(Source: iamdenise17, via love-and-happy-thoughts)
Date a guy who writes. Date that someone who doesn’t concern too much being the best looking man in the world. The guy who doesn’t toil for minutes or hours in front of the mirror. He spends an ample time in his room, or on a solitary bench in a public park, or on train and bus stations with his pen and notebook formulating the perfect words, putting life in his lines through wordplay, writing the loveliest poems. He doesn’t mind being alone on weekend nights in the back-alleys or risking his life climbing the roof just to have an unobstructed view of the sky, to muse with the stars and summon a conversation with the moon. He doesn’t mind battling the cold that bites his skin as long as he tunes the right melody for the song he’s writing for your anniversary,or a guaranteed chapter entry on his book, that he is anticipating to give you on your birthday. Yes, he doesn’t loathe the fact that he is stuck in that place, in that moment in time, squeezing his brain, while his friends are out there, in the open drinking to the high of weekend parties, dancing in smoke-filled bars and drowning to barrels and barrels of liquors.Find a guy who writes, a walking cliché of kill-you-with-words, and when you do, make no mistakes letting him go. His wit, his spontaneity, rapture and heart for aesthetics will suffice for all those romanticism you have in mind. Date that someone who doesn’t kill himself in gyms, just to have the perfect body, the manly facade and never go for the too neat, too clean— you will discover over time that it is dragging and lame having a partner, a man who spends on shower threefold longer than you do. Date a guy who doesn’t dream having the Brad Pitt’s face, but the one who reads, learns and writes like of John Keats romance’s. The one who seeks for Stephen King’s thrill and the war stories of Ernest Hemingway. Date a guy who doesn’t give you a litany of promises lost in the haze of cheap talk, date that someone who acts, who makes you feel you are special even before you find yourself versed in one of his poems, resembling one of his story characters. Date that someone who stays with you, dream with you and writes random nothing on your palm or on your arms, because he fears that the words won’t come out right when he starts speaking them.
Date a guy who writes, the one who can skim the oceans in your eyes and write a line about it, that someone who can swim in it just to string those lines to make a stanza and can drown there if that’s all it takes to combine those stanzas into a beautiful work of poetry. Date a guy who can translate the amber glow in your face into haiku and sonnets. That someone who never tires scribbling his pen in dire search for muslin haze for streaks of clarity.
When that guy asks for your hand, give a sureshot “yes”. He sees life in a general scheme and weighs all the options from there, the same way he chooses the right words, the best point of view and perspectives just to incorporate beauty in his writing. Jumping into conclusion is not his game, he probably learned that it is not practical from a thousand fictional dilemma he wrote. And you will not live in monotony and routines, he can put colors in your days the same way he resorts figurative languages, the same way he puts flowers and butterflies in his words. And your leisure times will not be spent on themed parks, signature shops and wherever-transatlantic-cruise that is, spending the money you saved for a year in just one day. He will teach you to appreciate God’s creation and find happiness in the most mundane of things— on the sun rising behind the trees, the music of birds chirping and the dance of leaves in graceful sways, the breeze that kisses your cheek, your face, touching your heart with a magical feel, all the way to your bones, sunsets and silhouettes, the placid sea and the story behind a seagull or a fishing canoe that blemishes the scene. This list can go on forever, and the guy who writes is birthed with utmost appreciation to this, with sheer gratitude and he has an innate understanding that this whole divinity is meant to be shared with someone.
He might get lost in conversations, and becomes remote in an instant, but you are willing to make it up, because you know, at the back of your head that you are already transcending the touches of reality, lost in the not-so-distant world of make believe, living in the beauty and power of imagination, the world behind the written words.
(Source: thediaryofayoungman, via thejanraphaelbc)
PILIPINO KA NGA BA TALAGA?
Isang video sa YouTube ang pumukaw sa aking atensyon ngayon lamang. Pinamagatan itong “Proud To Be Pinoy Ka Ba? Hindi Dapat Dahil…”, at ito’y gawa ng isang “PinoyMonkeyPride”.
Tinatalakay dito ang paghihirap ng mga Pilipino - mula sa 3 milyong batang nagugutom, sa mga “ignoranteng” mga Pilipino na tila naaaksidente dahil hindi ko alam kung bakit? (Bakit nga ba?), sa mga masaker na walang humpay, hanggang sa mga opisyal na payaman nang payaman, at mga mahihirap na pahirap nang pahirap.
Nakakatuwang isipin, na ang taong ito, na Pilipino ang dugo, ngunit sa ibang bansa naninirahan, ay nakakakita ng ganitong sitwasyon sa ating lipunan, ngunit tayong mga naninirahan mismo sa bansang ito ay walang magawa. Iyon na nga ang punto ko - wala tayong ginagawa.
Magandang panggising, ngunit hindi angkop ang kanyang ipinakita sa kanyang pamagat. Marahil, dala ng galit o poot sa kasalukuyang administrasyon, o sa INA ng namumuno, kaya niya nagawa ang video. Kung napanood ninyo ito, makikita ninyo ang pagkukumpara niya ng mga batang nagugutom sa anak ng sikat na artistang si Kris Aquino (anak ni Dating Pangulong Cory Aquino), na si James; at ang pagpapakita ng clip ng pagkain ni Pres. Noynoy Aquino (anak muli ng Dating Pangulong Cory Aquino). Sinabi naman niya panimula na hindi siya sumusuporta sa kung kanino, ngunit ginoo, kung tayo’y gagawa ng ganitong klase pagpapaabot ng mensahe sa publiko, marahil isaalang-alang natin na hindi lahat ay mangmang na papalakpak lamang dahil nadala sila sa napanood nila - marahil, may mga masugid na manood at titingin sa bawat anggulong nais mong ipabusisi sa mga manonood.
Ikalawa, ang pagyaman ng mga pulitiko sa bansa, at ang patuloy na paghirap ng mga mamamayan. Masyado na siguro tayong nalulong sa kaisipan na ang mga pulitiko ang may kagagawan ng lahat ng ating paghihirap. Bakit hindi natin itanong sa ating mga sarili kung ano na nga ba ang mga nagawa natin para mapabuti ang ating kalagayan? Sa bagay, mas madali nga namang magpasa ng sisi sa mga taong mas makikitaan ng pagkakamali kaysa sa sarili, hindi ba? Marahil isasagot mo sa akin ang kawalan ng trabaho - oo, wala ngang trabaho, pero hindi kasi sagot sa kawalan ng trabaho ang KRIMEN AT PAGPATAY - dalawa pa yan sa mga isinisisi ng mga tao sa pamahalaan, ang walang humpay ng krimen at pagpatay. Hindi nila alam, sila ang gumawa ng sarili nilang kawalan. Hindi lahat ng kawalan ay sinasagot ng desperasyon. Minsan kasi, kapag may trabahong binibigay, ang gusto, ang mas magandang trabaho - at kadalasan pa, kung makapag-anak, akala mo, kayang kaya buhayin. Kaya pagdating ng mga bayarin, natataranta.
Ikatlo, ang kanyang pagtuos sa mga taong idinadaan ang pagka-Filipino sa pagsuporta kay Charice at Manny Pacquiao. “Nakikisakay lang” sabi niya. Para naman sa akin, walang mali sa “pakikisakay” dahil hindi mabubuhay ang dugo ng mga iyan kung wala tayo. Para sa akin, hindi iyan “pakikisakay”, iyan ay PAGSUPORTA. Sa tingin mo ba, hindi yan sinasabi ng mga kamag-anak nina Charice at Manny? Sa bawat tapak ni Charice sa entablado, at sa bawat suntok ni Manny, sigurado, hindi man sa bibig lumalabas, isinisigaw din nila yan sa kanilang puso at isip. At ang mga maliliit na records na sine-set natin sa Guinness? Aba! Maging proud tayo dito! Kahit “hilarious” pa yan o hindi naman masyadong malaki, ipagmalaki parin! Kaya tayo nawawalan ng identity eh, dahil dito, dahil hindi natin binibigyan ng halaga ang pinakamaliit na kontribusyon na nagagawa ng Pilipinas sa mundo.
At huli sa lahat, at ang gusto kong ipamahagi sa lahat ng Pilipino - huwag nating laging ipapakita ang PANGIT sa mga Filipino. Hindi sapat na dahilan ang mga ito upang ilabas mo na ang lahat ng kapangitan na nakikita mo sa kapaligiran ng Pilipinas, at masahol pa, i-post ito sa isang site na makikita ng buong mundo. Hindi ako nagsusulong ng turismo ng bansa. Ang sa akin lang, tayo kasing mga Pilipino, sa panahon ngayon, dahil sa liberalismo at pagiging makabago, mas nabubuksan ang mata sa pangit, at hindi na naibabalanse ang kaisipan sa kagandahan na maaari pang ipakita ng Pilipinas at mga Filipino.
Marami pa tayong pwedeng maibuga. Hindi lang siguro natin oras pa, kulang kasi tayo sa kilos at gawa, puro salita. Gaya nito - sana Sir, ang mga tulad po ninyong kaya nang tumulong sa mga nangangailan, ay hindi na kailangan pang magpost ng video sa YouTube, sana, diretso na po tayong tumulong sa ating kapwa, at huwag na natin idaan sa kung ano pa.
Ako, aminadong puro ganito lang ang ginagawa ko para maiparating ang gusto kong iparating sa mga tao, dahil 21 years old pa lamang ako at tila wala pang konkretong maibibigay kundi ito. Sana, ang mga tulad po ninyo ay makatulong na sa mga Pilipinong kapus-palad o sa mga nangangailangan.
Maraming salamat! :)
The Filipino Talent Show
A lot of people got disappointed when the results of the Philippine talent show were announced Sunday, October 23rd 2011. People (including myself) were expecting great talents to at least belong to the Top 3, but to our dismay, and obviously, to the delight of the crowd present, three singers - well, a trio, a duo, and a boy-next-door soloist, made it to the top three, with the chance of becoming the next winner.
The trio had the crown. Once again, a singing idol was proclaimed champion in a TALENT SHOW. The judges stood put their guards up since day one that the management was seeking for more than just singing talent - they wanted more. But alas! The power was given to the people, and the people have chosen yet again, singing idols as winners… Or did the people really choose?
Let me give you guys a rundown on how talent shows go about here in the Philippines:
Well, here, you gotta have requirements. Of course, these requirements need not be met all at the same time. You can, err… Have at least 1 or 2 out of the total number.
1. Magaling kumanta- Kanta is sing in Filipino. YOU GOTTA LEARN, BE GOOD AT, or AT LEAST KNOW HOW TO SING TO SURVIVE IN A TALENT SHOW HERE IN THE PHILIPPINES! Soprano, mezzo-soprano, alto, tenor, bass, name it! All categories, the Filipino race has it! In any competition, even in Big Brother, one housemate can at least sing. Know, learn, or be good at singing, and you’re on your way to the Finals, kid. :)
(Photo taken from google.com)
2. Magaling mag-tumbling o sumayaw- Let’s take this one to the next level. You gotta have the moves, the grooves, the jive, the vibe, in order to be able to compete at least in the semi-final round. Don’t get me started on the tumbling parts. Tumbling and stunts are staple moves and routines in the Filipino style of dance. You wanna impress? Show some stunts that’ll bring the house down or at least kill you at the end of the routine. That way, you’ll end up winning.
(not exactly dancing, huh? Haha! from http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/3/38780/996990-killer_stunts_inc_1_large.jpg)
3. Good life story/ Background- This is the best criterion of all. When you’re out of talent (which barely happens, or does not happen at all), back it up with a killer life story. The one which pierces through everyone’s heart and soul. This usually works when you see the judges cry or when the people clap after your performance even if it’s so bad, you can break something with it. But as far as I can remember, these stories were backed up with talents good enough for keeping. But still, right?
(photo from http://4.bp.blogspot.com/—1J33mKcAI0/TcF0-VyAkPI/AAAAAAAAATg/bb4iu0mtxEg/s1600/diary_open_520%255B1%255D.jpg)
4. Good looks, tinsel town material- My goodness. If you didn’t get this criterion then you’re a caveman. If a certain contestant has it in the face, body, skin, and everything department - GET READY FOR THE FINALS! That’s an automatic ticket! In a season, there would stand 2-4 good-looking contestants, usually male, with a voice quality worthy of gigs in a local bar, but not in a big stage. You know, not explosive, not that magnificent. But because of the magnetic charms, and good looks, it would make it all the more enjoyable for the audience and judges as if the guy was singing in the song 10 octaves higher.
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This is me exploiting what I’ve been seeing as truths behind talent shows here in the Philippines. We are living in a world wherein talent is not just confined in a box of goodies where two flavors are named “Singing” and “Dancing”. God has showered us with so many talents and He is expecting us to do our best to share these talents, not only to our fellow men, but also to the world.
I am not against the shows, I am against the act of not giving other talents the chance to shine. Forget profit, forget money, forget fame. For one moment, for one season, let us bear in mind what the essence of the title is about - TALENT. I mean, I, for one, love singing, but we should give credit where credit is due. I now challenge these talent shows to stand up for what their banners say.
I’m not being mean, nor am I bashing or being libelous. I’m just stating my opinion, defending those who have been “robbed” of what is supposed to be theirs, and stating what is supposed to be done in order to straighten this. If we can’t do this in simple things such as Talent Shows, what more in the bigger arena like voting for our leaders? Oh, I forgot, we’re not that good at that as well. :|
Wake up, Filipinos! Let’s show the world how we really roll! :)
OH NO!! Hahaha!
I Wanna Be The Black Ranger Again
(image taken from http://itsjonathon.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-90s-part-1.html)
I came across our DVD of Power Rangers The Movie again. I wanted very much to watch the movie again, but then again, I thought, it would ruin my reminiscent aura of my childhood days. See, I’m the type of guy who would just remember and remember without doing anything, and you would just catch me smiling because something came up from my memory bank.
I still remember those days, back when my brother and I would enjoy Friday nights watching these 5 amazing teens (back then) kick alien butt and join forces to form their awesome Megazord. I was 5 or 6 years old then, and man, my brother and I would be content like two fat guys who had a gazillion super-sized meals in one sitting.
It also brought me back to those, mom-dad-buy-me-a-Megazord-please? days. I remember, whenever I get honors in class, my parents would reward me with a Power Ranger item. Well, that time, I wouldn’t care which one they would buy, as long as it was from Power Rangers. I used to have them all - the robots from every Power Rangers Saga. I even had their Command Center, which, unfortunately, deteriorated due to misuse. I even had their morphers, and my brother and I would imitate their famous line: “It’s Morphin’ Time!” Haha! Oh, those days!
(Our Zords Collection. Sorry, it’s not really arranged well because our room’s a mess, so forgive the picture. It’s not the entire collection, though. Haha!)
I would also play with my brother, disguised as the Black Ranger - my favorite ranger forever. Haha! We have their weapons (of course, toy weapons) ready, and we plan a fight sequence together before doing the actual thing. Our maid would be in shock of what is at hand, and would get a belt, scare us with it, and put us to sleep. I ALWAYS WIN - Yeah. Because I’m the older brother. :)
Having this memory surely brings back some others. Sometimes, I would retrace some childhood memories related to my Power Rangers era. I remember, my childhood, is a childhood fit for a prince. My brother and I would have it our way whenever we want it. Our parents would over-pamper us and would provide us with our every need. Well, like any other prince, we were well disciplined as well - it’s not like were spoiled brats or anything.
I also remember those days when our mom and dad would go home at night, fairly late, with a little somethin’-somethin’ for me and my brother. It was hard to resist such amazing parents and I love them for that. :)
Going back, childhood was a blast! And I think that goes for all of us. I think we all should consider ourselves lucky because we were offered this kind of childhood - unlike other children, who, instead of watching Power Rangers, are tasked to sleep earlier because of work the next day; or, instead of playing with their siblings, are forced to play with other people, if you know what I mean. Not all children experience a happy childhood, and I think that is a reality we have to face, even today. As older people, we should learn how to let children live their lives. They are children, and they need to experience laughter, enjoyment, play, excitement, happiness, and LOVE - and it is their right to have these things, just like it was ours when we were their age. :)
Ang Tunay Na Lalake, Bow.
(photo courtesy of http://www.cocaseattle.org/marathon/art/smith.htm)
Bakit ba ang dami daming nagpopost sa Twitter at Facebook ng mga katagang “Ang tunay na lalaki, (insert condition here)”. Nakakatawa at minsan nga, may twitter at fan page pa sila, at huwag ka, MAY TUMBLR SITE PA! Haha.
Minsan, maiisip mo, ano o sino nga ba ang tunay na lalaki? May batayan ba tayo para dito? Kung mayroon man, may halaga ba ang mga batayang ito para matimbang mo ang halaga ng iyong pagkatao bilang isang lalaki?
Para sa akin, BS lahat yan. Siguro labels lang yang pagkakaroon ng batayan o standards ng pagiging lalaki. Ang lalaki ay lalaki. Lalabas at lalabas ang nature namin or talagang nature na namin ang nakikita ninyo everyday.
Nakakatawang makita ang mga post tulad ng “Ang tunay na lalaki, hindi camwhore, lalong lalo nang hindi nagpa-pout habang kumukuha ng picture.” siguro pagbibigyan ko yung hindi nagpa-pout, pero yung pagiging camwhore - may ibang term kasing maayos para diyan - siguro mahilig lang kumuha ng picture. Natural sa isang tao ang kumuha ng litrato ng sarili niya - lalo na sa Facebook account niya. Kung ang isang lalaki ay may Facebook account, malamang, matagal na niyang gamit yun. At kung marami man siyang pictures, probably it accumulated from all the years of Facebook usage. And kung mahilig man kumuha ng pictures, aba bakit naman? It’s but normal for us to take pictures, and normal people take pictures, no matter how many pictures they are. Matakot ka kung may Facebook account yan, at walang litrato yan - siguro hindi yan normal.
Ang akin lang, bilang isang lalaki, sa tingin ko, unnecessary na yung mga ganitong bagay. Alam na siguro namin kung ano at paano kami gagalaw bilang mga lalaki dahil innate na sa amin ang mga characteristics na gusto ninyong makita sa amin. Minsan, mao-offend ka din, dahil hindi ka naman kung sino para mag-set ng mga standards na yan para sundin at mahiya pa ang mga lalaki kung mabasa pa at magdalawang isip sa kanyang pagkalalaki kung makita niya kung ano ang tunay na lalaki based on what the site said. OHMAYGULAY!
Basta para sakin ito na lang, “Ang tunay na lalaki, hindi tuma-tantsa, humuhusga, o nagtitimbang ng pagkalalaki. Ang tunay na lalaki, isinasabuhay ang tunay niyang pagkatao, at isinasabuhay ito para sa mga mahal niya.”
Point made. Peace y’all! :)
Ingles at Filipino, ano’ng problema dito?
Marahil magtataka kang mambabasa kung bakit pinili kong ibahin naman ang wikang gamit ko ngayon sa paggawa ng aking panitikan. Hindi ko na siguro napigilan pang sumulat muli nang makabasa ako ng isang diskurso na tila hindi tumatalakay, kundi bumabatikos sa wikang kinikilala na natin bilang atin sa loob ng mahigit taltundaang (300) taon na.
Si Ginoong James Soriano, isang manunulat sa Manila Bulletin, ay gumawa ng isang tila magandang panggising para sa ating mga Pilipino. Para sa akin, binuhay niya ang natutulog kong pagmamahal sa aking sariling wika. Language, learning, identity, privilege - iyan ang pamagat ng kanyang akda na tila tumatalakay sa dalawang magkaibang mundo ng Ingles at Filipino.
Simple lang naman ang pagkakagawa ng kanyang akda - pero makabuluhan. Tinatalakay niya dito ang kanyang pinagmulan, kung paano siya namulat sa wikang hindi pamilyar para sa marami, ngunit hindi naman matatas bigkasin ng lahat - ang wikang Ingles. Marahil dito’y makikita mo ang kasanayan niya sa marangyang pamumuhay, ang kinagisnan niyang paraan ng pagkilala sa mga bagay kung saan ay inilalapat niya ang kanyang mga natutunan sa kanyang tahanan.
Sinasabi niya na siya’y laking bihasa sa pagbigkas ng wikang Ingles - na lahat, mula ng pagkabata hanggang sa siyang tumuntong sa kolehiyo, ay naiintindihan at nalalaman niya sa Ingles. Para sa kanya, ito ang pangunahin at ang kanyang inang wika. Hindi mo rin siya masisisi, sapagkat ganito siya pinalaki at ganito siya inensayo. Maganda naman ang matuto ng Ingles, oo. Pero hindi maganda ang pamamaraan niya ng pagtanaw sa mga bagay na nakadikit sa wika.
Ako man ay pinalaki gamit ang wikang Ingles. I have learned the ways of the Language and I can pretty much say that English has contributed parts of itself for my success today. Ngunit hindi naman ito lisensya upang magkaroon ka ng awtoridad na lapastanganin ang Filipino at ang mga bagay na kaugnay nito, LALO NA’T ISA KANG PILIPINO.
Para sa kanya, ang wikang Filipino ay gamit lamang para sa lansangan. Ito’y hindi nababagay sa mga edukado at sa mga may pribilehiyo. Kanya ring panambit na ang wikang atin ay tila ginagamit lamang kapag may utos ka sa mga katulong, o magpapasundo ka sa iyong driver. Kanya ding sinabi na ang wikang Filipino ang DAPAT mong gamitin kapag sasakay ka nang jeep sapagkat baka ikaw ay makutya kapag hindi mo ito ginawa. Natuwa din naman siya dahil nang naglaon ay natuto daw siyang magsalita ng Filipino dahil sa mga tiyo at pinsan niya sa PROBINSYA.
Parang pinapakita mo lang naman kung gaano ka kayabang at kababaw sa mga paniniwala mo. Minsan talaga may mga Pilipino (at taong) ganyan. Siguro dala na din ng Kolonyalismo at masyadong pangingibang bansa. Masyado na kasi tayong nalason ng mga bagay na hindi naman talaga “tayo”, at masyado na tayong lulong sa mga bagay na gusto nating maging “tayo”, pero hindi naman talaga laan para sa atin at galing sa atin.
Ang iba din sa atin, makatuntong lang sa ibang bansa, pagbalik dito, akala mo’y sampung (10) taon nang namalagi doon, pero sampung (10) lang pala siya nagbakasyon. Kung makapagsalita’y akala mo’y wala nang dila, “Sa Amerika, walang ganito, walang ganyan.” o kaya’y “Ano ba naman sa Pilipinas! Noong nasa Spain ako, hindi ganyan, hindi ganito!” Akala mo, hindi Pilipino kung magreklamo. Ganyan tayo, walang Nasyonalismo, walang Patriotismo. Kaya walang pagbabago.
Ngayon, bakit ako napunta sa usapang ganito? Hindi ba’t parang ganito din ang pinakikita ni Ginoong Soriano sa kanyang artikulo? Let me quote him in one of his statements which enraged me: “It was the reading and writing that was tedious and difficult. I spoke Filipino, but only when I was in a different world like the streets or the province; it did not come naturally to me. English was more natural; I read, wrote and thought in English. And so, in much of the same way that I learned German later on, I learned Filipino in terms of English. In this way I survived Filipino in high school, albeit with too many sentences that had the preposition ‘ay.’ “.
Ngayon, mga giliw kong mambabasa, hayaan ninyo akong magsulat naman sa Ingles.
RAGE is the proper word to describe what I’m feeling right now. As I was reading the above statement, I couldn’t help but put some sentences in bold figures so that I can showcase the discriminating power of Mr. Soriano’s article.
You spoke Filipino, but only if you were in a different world like the streets or the province - I didn’t quite get you right there, but okay. So you have alternate worlds, I sarcastically challenge you to differentiate the “World of the Streets”, “World of the Province”, and “Your Own World”. I cannot fathom how you can come up with things such as these just to perpetuate ideas that English is such a language worthy of placing in the highest pedestal. I get you in saying that English is really a must in business matters, or in discourses that needs further explanations or discussions - but to put down your own, just to uplift something that was just borrowed? Unacceptable. Truly.
Now, you say that Filipino did not come to you naturally, that English was more of a primary language and a mother tongue - COME ON. I may not know you, but as far as I know, if you live here in the Philippines, YOU WILL BE A NATURAL FILIPINO SPEAKER. I can attest to that. I was trained to speak English when I was a kid, along with my cousin, and it ran along very well until I was about 6 when I entered Grade School. You know, when you enter school in the Philippines, NO MATTER WHERE, OR WHICH SCHOOL YOU ENTER, THERE WILL BE KIDS WHO WILL SPEAK FILIPINO. A good 75-90% will speak Filipino, trust me. Don’t try to trick people into thinking that you can’t speak Filipino very well because dude, I’VE BEEN THERE. My cousins right now are being trained as well, and guess what? THEY’RE STARTING TO SPEAK THE LANGUAGE (FILIPINO), TOO. So don’t give me these shit - Oh, and don’t give me that I-grew-up-in-some-other-country crap because, obviously, as you’re having the balls to trash the Filipino Language, you didn’t grow up in some other country. And what made me laugh was that YOU SURVIVED FILIPINO IN HIGH SCHOOL. Congratulations!! So that was some kind of a boot camp, huh? Let me tell you something, you are not lucky to have survived Filipino in High School. You are lucky that FILIPINO IS STILL SURVIVING FOR YOU.
Honestly, this article was an eye-opener, but it was really more of a bashing of the Filipino language and culture. You don’t use the language only to “make utos to the katulong” or to “make text to the driver to make sundo”. Oh, and sir, you don’t use “texted”, because if you’re really someone who knows English very well, you’ll use, SEND A TEXT MESSAGE TO THE DRIVER. It’ll just give you those red zigzag lines, meaning - wrong spelling ka po, kuya! This is just bullsh*t if you ask me. If you’re going to correlate the Filipino language into these aspects of life, then you have no right to call yourself a Filipino - CHANGE YOUR NAME, SELL YOUR FILIPINO HOUSE, AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. Clearly, you are not proud.
English, in the Philippines is the Language of the learned, yes. But try going to the States, and you’ll find yourself speaking with so many learned people. HAHA! You say you learned German? Try going to Germany, and you’ll find people who are learned as well. What I’m driving at is that, LEARNING WILL NOT BE BASED ON WHETHER YOU CAN SPEAK TWO OR MORE LANGUAGES, it will manifest on what you can do to change the society, and the world.
Dapat na tayong tumigil sa pagbatikos sa mga bagay na tunay na atin. Ito na nga lang ang mga bagay na natitira pa sa atin sa kabila ng mga banta ng muling pagkubli ng mga ito mula sa mga mas makapangyarihan kaysa sa atin. Hindi ko naman hinihingi na mahalin nating buong-buo ang ating wika. Hinihiling ko lamang ang RESPETO at PAGGALANG natin dito. Sapagkat ito ang ating kasarinlan, ito ang ating kakilanlan, at ito ang ating PAGKAPILIPINO.
HAHAHAHA! :))
(via vixen-niz)
