Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Don't ever tell ANYONE--and I mean ANYONE--what I'm about to say to you


Ok, so here's the thing. I really, really, REALLY wanna tell you something. I just don't want to say it bluntly. That would be stupid and boring. And I know how you hate that.

No, really. I wanna say it NOW, I just don't wanna come off as cheap. I mean, who would want to know something like that in such an unprofessional, impulsive, uncreative way? I want to say it at the right time, at the right moment and with all the right feelings. Just to make sure I do it right.

I don't know when will that be, and neither will you. I'm planning it to be a surprise. You know, like how the time we flipped your car off the street? Yeah, THAT surprising. Like, AMAZEBALLS surprising. 

And I want you to not think about what I said and just relax and let yourself be surprised. I seriously want to see that cute face you make when you feel like you just shat bricks. Not that I want you to actually DO that. But well, you know, you get my point.

But seriously, I really hope you would be surprised. I mean, you totally deserve to be. I'm your best friend and I want the best for you. And I believe what I'm going to say would be best for you.

Well, I don't know. I mean I WANT to say it to you, but I'm not really sure you'd react and stuff. I mean, it's all mushy and stuff...

Ok, so I'm talking too much again. And there might be that off-chance of you already finding out what this "thing" I'm going to say is. But I don't care. We say things when we feel the rush of our emotions. Ugh. Gross.

Sooo yeah, I gotta go. I'll see you later? Maybe around 5? Whatever. Just text me.

Oh, and yeah, I think we should be together. Bye. 


(I had written this well over 2 years ago for someone. Haha. Youth, so stupid-inducing)

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Filipino Worth Writing For

When asked to characterize literature in the Philippine context, the most conventional way to do so would be to gather them thematically and just describe them by the topics they are about. And because of that, A lot of people would hold no regard for the correlation between the time these literary works were written and their themes. If they had looked more closely at how certain times bring about certain issues, then they would have found that it was more sensible to categorize literary works of art, whether here or abroad, by the time they were written. I did so myself, although not as in-depth as most historians, and I found out that not only were these works time of composition and subject matter correlated, but also the way they were written.

Let’s take for example, the pre-colonial era. Where datus and barangays were all over the place. Their main concern was NOT how they had to live under the oppression of the Spanish friars---simply because these issues were non-existent and more certainly, not their business. They wrote about their biggest issues at that time, their day-to-day lives. They had songs about fishing, poems about childbirth and stories about activities that you might consider today as “extremely mundane”.

 "Where's the bloodshed? There's no bloodshed?"

They had little problems, or more appropriately, problems that had a smaller range of influence. They were concerned with their own villages and so, had a very limited variation of topics they could write about. This constrained environment also affected HOW they wrote these works. Since they had their own villages to mind, they never found it feasible to interact with distant villages and share customs with them (except when their fighting against each other). Which lead to them enjoying their own little ways of expressing their creativity in their most conventional method---which, unfortunately for us, tended to be in ORAL form.

That, and a whole lot of booty shaking.

And so, the Spaniards came. They came and colonized our country, took over our government, mistreated our people, and engaged in constant war with us. Along with this came 333 years of angst-y writing, despising the Spanish rule and vowing that one day, we shall indeed be free from the “fell clutch of circumstance” (well that was from a Victorian poem, but you get my point). This actually was good for us Filipinos. We were introduced to new forms of literature, new ways to write things, and new things to write about. So, in a way, that Spanish colonization became beneficial for us---although in aspects not many Filipinos have learned to appreciate.

Well, depends on your definition of "Appreciate".

After the Spaniards, came the Americans. And they gave us English and the works that come with it. And that was mainly their biggest contribution in terms of literature in the Philippine context. We were taught how to speak and write in English and in return, we gave them works of art written in English  And aside from that, we also got to write about the many American exploits our people witnessed. Such as:

...well, I think it'd best if we move on.

And so, here we are, post-colonial Philippines. We have our government back, we finally have been recognized as an independent country and have gotten rid of our colonial roots, or have we? We have gone up from having such a limited variety of topics to talk about to having history records worthy of an Oscar for “Best Screenplay”.  We can endlessly talk about our country and still catch some attention. We cannot bear to leave our colonial roots behind as it was what opened our eyes and our imaginary brain-doors to what the world wants to read about. These bloody invasions MADE us who we are. And I believe THAT is something worth writing about. 

Sunday, January 6, 2013

2013 FTW

This year will be the best year of my life so far. I don't know why or how, but it will.

This year, I will be happier than I have ever been. I will dream happy dreams and I will achieve them.

This year, I will be at my best.

This year, I will smile my biggest smile, I will laugh my heartiest laugh, and I will hug my warmest hug. I will enjoy this year, because it was made to make me happy. 

This year, my friends will say I look awesome. My parents will say they've never been prouder. And my girlfriend will say she loves me even more. 

This year, I am going to conquer my fears. I am going to be victorious. I will win. Even when I'd lose, I'd still win. 

This year, I will be the best man I have ever been. I will be completely different, yet very much unchanged. I will be filled to the brim, and I will overflow. I will be invincible yet fragile. Independently dependent. Chaotically serene.

This year, I will begin my journey of getting better and better. I will finally start growing, developing. I will finally start. This year. 

And I will be the best that I have ever been.

Will this year be the best year of my life? 

No, it won't. 

This year will be the best year of my life---so far.

Happy New Year, Everyone!