In a few months, I’ll be 27. That means, I’ll be in my late 20’s. A year or so after that, I’ll come up with another article describing shit I’ve learned/am learning in my late 20’s, but for now this will have to do. A lot of things have happened to me this past year, I’ve traveled, I’ve made mistakes, I’ve done good, I’ve disappointed a few people, and I’ve rise above some’s expectations of me. In a nut shell, it’s been a bat-shit insane year. But like any other turning point in one’s life, it’s always important to point out all of the random shit you’ve learned from it.
I wish I had learned to love to read. This was one of my most hated truths about myself. Actually, I think it’s my only hated truth. Well, at the very least, until I uncover some new ones… but i digress. I think that loving to read would’ve been fucking awesome. Like Thrift Store awesome.
There is absolutely no way to deny it. You are poor. Face it, at this point, you’re realizing what a terrible mistake you’ve made moving out of your parent’s home, out of the assurance of home cooked meals, hot water, above average broadband connection, and of course, what every homeowner dreams of… “Free utilities” (In quotation marks because, let’s be truthful… there really is no such thing as FREE utilities).
Being in your mid-20s has nothing to do with how old you are. The Mid-20s is a state of mind that, unfortunately, I cannot properly define. All I know is, there are certain things that will show that you’re actually in this period in your life. Its fucking confusing, and a drag, but, if met with proper preparations… it’ll be a little less of those things.
Here are a few things to keep in mind:
Crime does pay. Never has this statement been more true than in the Philippines. In the Philippines, if you do the crime… You will do the time. You will end up in jail. And, depending on the severity of said crime, you could very well rot in jail (because we outlawed the death penalty a few years ago).
This statement, of course, like most, if not ALL countries, only apply to the ones who 1) Cannot afford good lawyers, 2) Cannot afford decent bribes, and 3) Cannot afford payment for 5-star accommodations inside the country’s correctional facilities if that person is indeed found guilty of whatever crime he/she has done. Of course, there’s still that notion of “Are they really guilty? Or did we just send an innocent person in jail?” But that’s a different story already.
So… the Metro Manila Development Authority recently released an official statement/letter addressed to internationally-known author Dan Brown, over his, apparently “unfair” portrayal of our Metro Manila. Should we be up in arms about this? I don’t believe so. If anything, this letter is one, pathetic, fucking attempt, that, if anything, makes me ashamed to be from the Philippines.
Recently, I discovered a few articles about “uncontacted” civilizations/tribes in the most remote of areas in the world. Some were clear hoaxes, some were uncovered as a hoax 20 years later, while some are still just speculations. However, regardless if they are real or not, it sparked people’s imaginations. Just when we thought we knew everything, or most, about who we are, we then discover something that throws our understanding off guard. It’s a good analogy when it comes to figuring out who we are as a people vis-a-vis our country, our continent, and even our universe.
Most Filipinos my age would find living on their own daunting, pointless, and sometimes even scary. I could not agree more. Living alone is all those things, and more. Traditionally speaking, we are not designed to live alone. Remember that shit about a man not being able to live like an island? That shit is true: In every fucking way possible.
I don’t know about you, but I was pretty disappointed with this years national elections. I was hoping people we would be a little smarter when it came down to our choices, however, personally speaking, I fear that was not the case. I’m sure a sizable amount actually thought about their choices, and actually did thorough research. Unfortunately, I feel that there were more people that relied on name recall to cast their votes. Oh well. That happened, we gotta move on (see my previous post here on suggestions on how to move on). I’m here to write about what we can do post 2013. I stumbled upon a little Facebook page a few days ago, thanks to a friend’s reco, and I found it quite… educational. So, as most series come in three’s (except for Arrested Development), I now bring you the final article I’ll be writing on the 2013 Philippine National Elections.
Stumbled upon this little online article from UK’s The Standard. Pretty embarrassing stuff, if you ask me. I love my country, I love it to hell, and back. But sometimes, I just wanna fucking choke the life out if, y’know? Kinda like a cute puppy you wanna hug SO HARD but you’re just scared you might kill it (a bit morbid, I know… I’m sorry). But then again, what can I do? I am but one person. Out of a staggering 90+million around the world. What can I do? What can any of us do? Run for office? Nah. Too expensive. Bitch online? Yeah… but really, these dudes have the thickest skins… that won’t do much. I wish there was, at least, one thing we, as a people can do. Something we’re really good at, something inherent/intrinsic..maybe, even, innate, to us…
Oh. Yeah.. Make do. Persevere. Survive.
So…How do we do this? Easy.