Facade

Captivated by the false promises of togetherness,
We embraced the bliss of pretenses.
Yet you wrapped our hearts in darkness.
Partition became our only weakness.

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Pamaskong dalawang sentimo #372: Keyboard Warriors and the Drug War

So, a while ago nabasa ko yung mga tweets ni Mariel de Leon regarding the drug war. Don’1t give an F about her comments about El Presidente nor the ones about Ms. Uson. But she made me realize that this is starting to be an epidemic. Dilawan ka man, Dutertard or Free Thinker, lahat ng pactions may sakit nito.

The thing that got me writing about this bullshit is her “comments” on the drug war, on killing, on what she thinks is supposed to be done about it. And of course yung “comments” ng supporters and haters ni Ms. de Leon. See, the point is, thats all there is to these shenanigans, puro comments lang. Everyone is entitled to have an opinion, I get that. But is that really how we promote change? Giving out opinions? Yun na yun? Is that all we’re gonna do? Yap about what should be done rather than leading by example? Para san ba talaga ang pinaglalaban ng karamihan satin? To keep us woke? Tae, matagal na tayong gising. Sa sobrang tagal mas gusto ko ng matulog naman tayo, ng matagal, ng walang gumigising. Loko lang.

I’am against murder, I’am also against letting members of our police force die while serving para ma feed lang ang ego ng mga purista. The drug war has its pros and cons. But blabbing about its good and bad side won’t change anything. To think na madalas pa sa madalas, yung mga maiingay sa social media have only experienced the perils of our country’s drug problems while reading, watching or hearing the news. So here’s something I’d like all these keyboard warriors (Yellow Squad, #Duterte Goals, Free Thinkers, include na natin yung Beauty Queen, sama-sama na kayo) to do, talk to one addict personally, an addict who’s walking freely, yung hindi pa institutionalized, di pa narerehab, yung gumon na gumon pa sa droga, yung freshly pang nakayupyop ng droga at bangag na bangag. Convince that person to seek help. If that person peddles, tell that person that you’re gonna report him to the 5-0s and explain how this is going to be better for him/her. Once you succesfully do that, try doing that to every addict in your entire city. If done and finished right, try talking to every addict in your entire region. Once you accomplish that, do that to every drug addict and dependent to our country. Now, try talking to every person you meet about the drug war, talk about what you’ve done, how you helped solving it. Personal, walang patweet tweet o papost post lang, walang naka harang na screen sa harap mo. Kahit kung yung first step magawa mo ng maayos, irerespeto ko na yung opinyon mo, maniniwala na akong katungkulan mong magsalita at kaya mong baguhin ang bansang ‘to. Unless you’re willing to go out there and do something about it in person, you don’t deserve to talk, so shut the fuck up. Resolving this country’s drug problem was supposed to unite us, not divide us.

Move your mind, move your soul, move your body, before you move your lips……… and your finger tips.

😂😂

Fuck Mar Rue

Through the lines
And rhymes
That keep you grounded
You falter,
Like broken boulders,
Like used up matter.
Through the long walls
And darkened mysteries,
You realized
The heart knows no boundaries.

Short talk #3 – Love, Compromise, Death

R.K.: Uplifting naman ang love, as long as its genuine and true.

Annie Boid: I beg to differ. That statement is pure bullshit. Love, in a way, is a form of identity suicide.

R.K.: ang nega naman. Pano mo nasabi?

Annie Boid: Simple lang. Love, when it is true and genuine, revolves around the concept of compromise. Compromise requires us to give a part of ourselves, to extinguish a part of our who we are, a part of what we really, truly and fully want, a part of us, whether big or small, that makes us who we are. You kill a part of yourself for the people you love. That’s truest and most genuine form of love, a death within us. BOOM!!! GUGMA (LOVE) BARS, BITCH!!!

R.K.: *Silence*

– Paminsan-minsan kahit ako nabibigla sa mga pinagsasasabi ko. 😂

Shorts – Ass**le

Nakakatawang isipin na “Asshole” ka kapag nagagandanhan ka pa rin sa ibang mga babae kapag may girlfriend ka na, pero “Asshole” ka pa rin kapag nainis ka kasi nagagwapohan ang girlfriend mo sa isang hunk actor, k-pop superstar, basketball player, office/classmate, etc. ‘Di ka na pwedeng mag appreciate ng beauty ng iba, pero bawal kang makialam sa fan-girling to the nth level ni syota. ANHEYRAPH VAYSHIES!

Kumusta, ‘Dre?

“Kumusta, ‘dre?

Tagal na din mula nung huli.

Balita ko iba ka na ngayon.

Binago ng dilim at ng panahon.

Ikaw pa rin naman yan,

Dama pa rin ang lungkot sa mga mata.

Pero nagawa mong mabuhay sa kasalukuyan.

Nagawang pekeng ginto ang mga pahina ng librong ikaw ang may akda.

Sabi nila umiiwas ka pa rin sa tulong.

Mandirigma ka pa rin, mag-isang lumalaban sa lungkot at depresyon.

Pero kaya pa ba?

Alam natin parehong mahirap.

Ang humarap sa mundo ng mag-isa.

Ang patuloy na bumangon at magpanggap.

Ganoon tayo lumaki,

Ganoon tayo tumanda,

Ganito tayo palagi,

Ganito para satin ang payapa

Kaibigan,

Laban lang.”

Memento

So, this is what it’s like
To have something to live for,
To have someone that makes you better,
To live instead of just existing,
To give without the intention of receiving,
To cherish every breath from heaving lungs.
I’ll remember, that this isn’t ephemeral.
Long ago, you were just an idea,
A concept rejected by melancholy,
An entity labeled as half-truth by my personal demons.
And though you may leave,
Grow into something and become just a memory,
You’ll always be that renewed pulse,
That fire that gave me life again.