May 1, 2011

The Relevance of Rizal

(Here's something a littler deeper and heavier than my usual posts.)


Jose Rizal's first novel, Noli Me Tangere (1887)

Remembering a previous class discussion on Rizal and nineteenth century Philippines, one movie titled Idiocracy (2006) came to mind. It’s about a man named Joe Bauers, an average American, who was selected by the Pentagon to be the guinea pig for a top-secret hibernation program, which went awry. Due to mishaps, Bauers was forgotten and 500 years later, he awakened to find that society has been incredibly dumbed down, making him the most intelligent person alive (Internet Movie Database, n.d.).  It may seem a bit extreme, but I find the movie somehow related to the evolution (or perhaps, regression is a better word) of Filipinos from Rizal’s time, the nineteenth century, to the present.  Just as the society in the movie was dumbed down, the present-day Filipino society has been reduced to a way of seeing that is superficial or of surface value only and has developed an indifferent attitude towards the muddled state of affairs, unlike Rizal and his contemporaries who were able to not only come up with two novels which (unintentionally) marked the onset of the Revolution, but also the mere fact that they were able to decipher its message for what it is speaks volumes about their intellectual capacity to understand and their emotional propensity to care enough about the social situation to act upon it at the risk of bloodshed. One might say that the “why bother” attitude is because the times have changed and that what we are experiencing now is entirely different from the situation a hundred years back. I believe this is true, but only to a certain extent. We may no longer be under the Spanish colonial regime, but we are still unknowingly under another “colonial empire” that is more benevolent, and therefore infinitely more dangerous. One might say that the relevance of Rizal to contemporary times have died with him. I beg to differ. A closer look at his two novels, Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo reveals a lot of similarities regarding the social situation then and now. Perhaps, the times haven’t changed that much.

            Noli and Fili were written by Rizal as a reaction to the Spanish oppressors and as a critique of the society then. Both novels can be seen as (1) an answer to Spain’s oppression; (2) a portrayal of the socio-political situation in the nineteenth century Philippines, including the power struggle between the elite and the masses, social and gender discrimination, lack of (proper) education, etc.; and (3) a depiction of the negative effects of Catholicism, specifically the prayles’abuse of power. These three issues that have been addressed in Rizal’s novels are still relevant to us today because they never really ended, but are like malignant tumors embedded in our system, continually accumulating and are never really given the kind of attention they deserve. 

          The similarities between the issues then, as seen/tackled in Rizal’s novels, and now is frightening because it goes to show that after hundreds of years, we haven’t been able to come up with a solution to solve these problems, if at all we are looking for ways to deal with them. On the contrary, things are looking much worse. First, in Rizal’s time, the oppressing forces, the Spaniards, are very visible, which is why it was much easier for the people to unite and fight against it. Today, the “enemy” is invisible. We are against forces that are intangible and exhibit a benevolent façade, making it difficult for us to fight against it, much less recognize it. We are talking about ‘colonial mentality’ or the thinking that other nations are superior to us, in every way. Because of this attitude and way of thinking, our culture has almost been completely engulfed in the culture of foreign countries. We are now gradually shedding our own identity in exchange for the identity of other nations, almost as if we are ashamed to be Filipinos. We are like Doña Victorina who tries hard, but fails, to be ‘European.’ A common example of this is the “Korean domination.” Our media is seized by the popularity of K-Pop or Korean Pop artists such as the Wonder Girls and Super Junior. We see K-Pop fans, especially young girls scream their lungs out when they see their Korean idols perform on TV, as if they could understand the words to the songs. Furthermore, Filipinos,   especially the adolescents, are now imitating the hairstyle and style of clothing made popular by these Korean artists. Not only that, even their food has penetrated our culture. Just last week, we saw a booth at the Session in Bloom bazaar named Korean Noodles. Anything with the word ‘Korean’ in it is a total hit among the masses. This just shows how much we value foreign cultures almost more than our own.

            A second similar issue is the socio-political situation of nineteenth century Philippines and today. In Noli, we see the power struggle between the elite and the proletariat, gender discrimination and lack of proper and equal education, among other things. At present, it’s obvious that there is still struggle between the rich and the poor. The working class are still fighting for their rights and are still continually being ignored by the elite (government). On the other hand, the elite are given the upper hand, especially when it comes to issues of judicial or legal matters. An example of this kind of discrimination is that news on TV about the comparison of the crimes committed by a retired general and a construction worker. The former, who stole from the AFP funds, went through a long trial, “invoking [his] right against self-incrimination” and had gotten 6 years instead of life imprisonment. The latter, on the other hand, who stole P2, 800 worth of facial products, never went under trial and was sent directly to jail. Of course, both had their faults but the discrimination and injustice is clear. The rich has the government feeding off the palm of their hands while the poor is stepped upon. At the moment, the idea that there will be equality between the elite and the masses is laughable.  We’re not expecting to see it happen in the foreseeable future, but there’s still hope. Aside from this, gender discrimination and lack of proper education, issues that were exhibited in Rizal’s novels, is still prevalent today. Although women have achieved, to a certain extent, power, male dominance still reasserts itself most of the time. The debate on whether or not the MMDA (Metropolitan Manila Development Authority) should hire female bus drivers is an example of this discrimination. The fact that there has to be a debate over it is reason enough. Women are still seen as the weaker sex and therefore, much less “productive.” Meanwhile, the thousands of out-of-school youths due to poverty show the lack of proper education for all.


            Third, the Philippines being the only “Catholic country” in Asia shows how religion still has a powerful grip on society. Just as the prayles in Rizal’s time took advantage of their power and threw their weight around, even in matters of the government, so are the priests and bishops of modern-day Philippines continually influencing and concerning themselves with issues of the state. An example of this is their vehement opposition against the RH Bill (Reproductive Health Bill), which is a law that supports family planning methods and the dissemination of proper birth control and maternal care. Their reason for their disagreement with the bill is because it is against the “natural” way of abstaining from intercourse and that it only promotes pre-marital sex among adolescents. However, in my opinion, their narrow sightedness prevents them from seeing the greater good that will result from this bill, that is, the prevention of the “population explosion” and complications resulting from unwanted pregnancies and abortions.

            In summation, despite the huge time difference, Noli and Fili are still very relevant in today’s society. The issues of 19th century Philippines addressed by the two novels have not been properly solved but are still propagating, and what’s worse, they’re being relatively ignored. Present-day Filipino society has become numb to the issues at hand and has developed an apathetic attitude, in terms of dealing with these problems. However, all is not lost. It’s not too late to educate ourselves about the problems our country is facing and be, someday, part of the solutions. We can follow in Rizal’s footsteps and write about our advocacies. Or, we can read and maybe, one of these days, come across another Noli and/or Fili, which may spark another revolution.     



Apr 2, 2011

am i doing the right thing?
or is my being with you a sin?
could you possibly be the one?
or should i leave you and run?
but just the thought of leaving,
makes it hard to breathe; leaves me reeling.
i can't bear a life without you.
i'm confused and i don't know what to do.
make me believe that what we have
is real and true,
so that maybe, just maybe,
i'll give up everything for you.

Mar 25, 2011

Romantic or not?

I can't take credit for this. I found it years ago from a forwarded e-mail and I wrote it down on an old notebook. Can't remember who it's from, though. But it's hilarious. HAHA. Whoever wrote this is a riot. :))

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Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.


I thought I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.


Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.


Of loving beauty you float with grace,
if only you could hide your face.


Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
these describe everything you're not.


I love your face, smile, lips and eyes,
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!


My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?


I always see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.


My love for you, no words can tell, 
except for maybe, "Go to Hell."


What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

Mar 15, 2011

WOW, i can't believe it took me more than 4 months to update this blog. 4 months! Haha.. actually, i'm not really that surprised. Even when doing school work, it takes me about 5 hours to warm up. Not necessarily because i'm lazy (although, i admit, i sometimes am), i think it has more to do with my setting, than anything else. there's nothing like a spacious desk, a comfortable chair with a backrest and a cup of sizzling hot coffee to keep you going. unfortunately, i've no choice but to work on my bed, where sleep keeps seducing me. i need a better workstation. *subliminal message to parents successfully inserted*


I promise, from now on, I will do my best to keep this blog (and my creative juices) flowing. I keep true to what I said on my first post. Everywhere I look there really is a story going on in my head, but i'm not sure they're appropriate for public consumption, y'know what i'm sayin'? Also, I think it has more to do with me being afraid of saying (or posting) something that i'll disagree with in the future. I guess i'll have to take more risks, be courageous, and confident of my convictions... I'll also try to be more relevant. Sometimes, I get carried away by the liberalness of the arts (if that even makes sense), and i tend to post crap that nobody gives a poop about. 


So, I'll make an oath. If I don't post anything for more than a month, I'll give up chocolate. (Just kidding! I can never give up chocolate. o_o). But seriously, I'll keep on posting, even if it won't make sense. After all, my whole point of starting this blog is for me to be able to practice my writing shtick. 


"are you ready pen? start writing! tenenenen ten tenenenen ten tenenenen..." (props to those who know where i got this.. haha)

Nov 3, 2010

I stood helplessly

as I watched time burn;

its dust motes trailing frailly.

I grasped hopelessly

as they drift,

grow faint,

and dissolve into nothingness.

I knelt desperately

on my knees,

dousing this inferno

but in vain.

Sep 16, 2010

Isang tasang malamig na gatas

Here's my first crappy flash fiction. Just thought I'd try my hand at it.

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“ALIS!”

Sinipa niya papalayo ang puting pusang tumabi sa kanya habang nakasalampak siya sa sahig ng kanyang kwarto. Ngumiyaw ang alagang pusa na tila galit at tumakbo papalayo. Habang hawak niya ang isang tasang puno ng mainit na gatas, hindi niya mapigil ang matang paulit-ulit na sumusulyap sa kanyang selpon na katabi rin niya sa sahig. Walang mensahe. Walang miscol. Isang oras. Dalawang oras. Wala pa rin. Lumalamig na ang isang tasang gatas na kanyang hawak ngunit ‘di niya parin ito iniinom. Hindi pa muna. Isang oras pang maghihintay. Isang oras na palugit.

Maya-maya’y nariyan nanaman ang alagang pusa ngunit ‘di na ito gaanong lumapit dahil sa nanlilisik na tingin ng kanyang amo. Nagtitigan lang sila ng matagal. Tumingin siyang muli sa kanyang selpon. Ala una na ng madaling araw. Wala parin. Napapikit at napakunot ang kanyang noo dahil sa galit. Naubos na ang pasensya. Unti-unti niyang inilapit sa mga labi ang isang tasang malamig na gatas.

Beep Beep.

Ilang sentimetro nalang ang layo ng tasa sa kanyang bibig nang marinig niya ang pagdating ng isang mensahe sa kanyang selpon. Dali niyang ibinaba ang tasang agad nilapa ng gutom na alagang pusa.

“Xenxa na, naun lang q reply. Nalowbat ako.”

Nakahinga siya ng maluwag at napangiti. Agad siyang tumayo mula sa pagkakasalampak sa sahig at tinapik ng marahan ang ulo ng alagang pusang lumalapa sa kanyang isang tasang malamig na gatas. Ilang sandali pang pagpipindot sa selpon at siya’y napapapikit narin sa antok. Sa huling sandali, bago manaig ang mabigat na talukap ng kanyang mga mata, napansin niyang ‘tila nakatulog narin ang kanyang alagang pusa sa tabi ng tasa na ngayo’y kalahati na lamang ang laman.

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Thoughts? Comments? Violent reactions? :))

Sep 1, 2010

The Journalist's Code of Ethics

I've been reading this book, Pieces of my Mind by Andrew Rooney. It's a compilation of his essays, giving us a piece of his mind about everything.

I came across one of his essays titled The Journalist's Code of Ethics and, although I'm not a journalist (I have some journalist friends, though), I want to share it with everyone because it really is insightful.

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    To what standards do newsmen and women adhere and how should everyone be made to adhere to them?
   It is unlikely that reporters and editors are any more or less honest and ethical than doctors but I envy doctors their Hippocratic Oath, the creed they swear to when they become physicians. It's a little our of date but it has a grandeur to it that is timeless.
   "I swear by Apollo, the physician," it begins.
   That's not much of a beginning, but it improves even though it need rewriting.
   The Hippocratic Oath asks the young doctor to take care of the physician who taught him as he would take care of his own parents. Most young reporters don't feel all that kindly toward the editors who taught them their profession.
   The Hippocratic Oath also asks the young doctor to do only what is right for his patients and to do nothing that is wrong. He promises to give no patient deadly medicine and not to induce an abortion for any pregnant woman.
   The young doctor promises not to seduce any males or females and not to reveal any secrets.
   If journalists had an oath of their own, it would differ from the doctor's.
   The journalist certainly wouldn't start by swearing to Apollo and probably not even to Walter Lippmann or Ed Murrow. The Oath should be simple and direct. I was thinking of some things that ought to be in it.
   Here are some suggestions for "The Journalist's Code of Ethics":

  • The word "journalist" is a little pompous and I will only use it on special occasions.
  • I am a journalist because I believe that if all the world had all the facts about everything, it would be a better world.
  • I understand that the facts and the truth are not always the same. It is my job to report the facts so that others can decide on the truth.
  • I will not try to tell people what they ought to know and avoid telling them what they want to hear, except when the two coincide, which isn't often.
  • I will not do deliberate harm to any persons, except to the extend that the facts harm them and then I will not avoid the facts.
  • No gift, including kind words, will be accepted when it is offered for the purpose of influencing my report.
  • What I wish were the facts will not influence what investigation leads me to believe them to be.
  • I will be suspicious of every self-interested source of information.
  • My professional character will be superior to my private character.
  • I will not use my profession to help or espouse any cause, nor alter my report for the benefit of any cause, no matter how worthy that cause may appear to be.
  • I will not reveal the source of information given to me in confidence.
  • I will not drink at lunch.
   It needs work but it's a start on an oath for reporters and editors.
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