After Hiatus

Here I am. Writing another blog entry which should document another one of my crazy excuses for being idle on the blogosphere for such a long while. Laziness, writer's blocks and the satiable impulse to key highfalutin words and phrases are the substantial reasons why I went on another delay in writing blog entries. These or the forsaken ideas that still remain in constant motion that's causing moment of a slack fest. But yes, I have to admit, I'm one hell of a lazy writer.

The sole purpose of creating this blog was to get in touch with other people's ideas; loosen myself a bit to prepare for a wondrous career in the pastures of the world of mass media and most important and painstakingly the . I am a mass communication major, but that wouldn't be a reason for having such an idle mind. And as a mass communication major, I am obliged and given the opportunity to document the things that are going on around me, and not just to slack all day, doing things that are not so productive for society to benefit on.

I think it's time for a little reassessment. I'm currently the news editor of the University publication, so why the hell am I indolent in managing this blog. I created this for a reason and that is to record my expressions that remain in a decomposing state inside my head, and the only way to revive them is to display them for other people to read. Furthermore, most journalists today own a blog or two, writing political opinions and what not.


So I must end here with a promise worth keeping, at least for a considerable amount of time because I know, I'm not good in keeping them let alone remembering them. Because today, I am committing myself to this blog, filling it with entries that are either good to read for some rational being to get interested in or bad enough to send a highly critical yet culturally ignorant dissident in a fit of uncontrollable rage.

Busy (Again)

Been busy for a while. Presentations here and there. Articles to write for the school paper. I am in a drastic position right now. But the only thing that keeps me going is the very thought that I am becoming a college student. A real one  at that.

Art Under Siege

           The arts are under attack. Under attack by the grotesque forces of pop culture that is! Yes, as society mended a drastic turn towards the new millennium, so-called artists that emerged with it began an inquisition that would become one of the most dastardly acts imposed on art since the persecution of Bauhaus philosophy by the Nazis during the 30's. These artists, who pose and call themselves advocates of art despite their lack of awareness of the humanities, have been doing a good job in keeping the arts in check. These pop-soda guzzling, Nike-wearing pseudo-pundits have been raking big bucks since their debut into the limelight.

          What I'm talking about here is the rise of "idols" and "sensations" who want to have their first taste of the good stuff in high society. Pop stars in particular are the ones who are leading this insulting crusade. First, there comes the discovery of talent, where agents or other annoying media vultures prey on innocent people, who live an honest lifestyle, who are oblivious to the effects of brief stardom and would consider the use of botox a genocidal act in pursuit of perfection, they consider having potential. Locked on their victims, these predators will try to convince their prey that they have what it takes to be a star just by looking at their Adonis-like appearance. Well, that's the reality of fame. You get to be uplifted in its ranks because you look just like one of those narcissistic, body-building yahoos who pose for billboards or those anemic, skeleton like beings they call supermodels. And at the end of it all, it's off to the pile of rejected celebrities who had their spirits, and dignity sucked out by the immense mechanism which is given a familiar yet evil name: fame. But when art comes in to consideration, celebrities are merely exploiting it and taking it to their advantage to hasten the effects they impart to the pitiful public.

The artistic prowess they produce are not as artistic as they ought it will be. Theirs is just a sham. A ruthless advantage of the arts for the purpose of blackening the minds of the young ones with idiotic words and lavish costumes present in ravenous, unprofessional music videos. True that their influence is overwhelming the very foundations of art, however, they are, without noticing it, are actually murdering a vast field of the humanities furnished by geniuses for countless years.

Art should be limited to the artist. And when I say artist, I mean a true artist. One who does not want to benefit anything from his craft, but the sole satisfaction of using it in delightful activity. One who does not want to implement stupidity among other beings, but would rather influence them to search for a deeper meaning of what art is. One who views art as art, and not a mindless chase for fame and wealth.

Pop culture can continue to impose its will to the masses, but it will not touch nor shake the beliefs of true art.

Youth, Society, Destiny

Youth empowerment is a much needed component for national development. The future belongs to the youth, as Rizal would say, owing to the great potential of young minds to bring about social change through getting involved with the great issues affecting the world. From campus journalists, to student leaders. The youth plays a vital part in shaping and sculpting an ideal community of cooperation, tolerance and peace.

The three day seminar workshop held at the Iloilo Grand Hotel is one of the stepping stones in developing the youth's identity as the movers for social and political change. Becoming a part of this great endeavor for the betterment of the nation, I can conclude that my participation in the Central Echo is an opportunity for me to impart my writings to my fellow youth and empower them further to act from passivity and let them be aware of their role in society. It's not about developing my skills in campus journalism, but rather, unveiling my potentials to move the world through the power of writing.

The seminar workshop, themed "Campus Paper Writers in the Realm of Community Building" and organized by the Philippine Information Agency, aims at improving the skills of campus press writers and editors in the field of journalism. With the skills they acquired, these young minds can use them to achieve development for the better.

I can say with total confidence that I have no regrets of becoming a part of my university's campus publication. I have just realized how important my role is to herald forth social change. And I shouldn't ignore my potentials nor should I delve into the habit of passivity. My writings can move society. My writings can scare off tyrants. And my writings can help my fellow man to rally himself towards fulfilling his destiny. I will not let my ideas rot in my mind. I will not leave a single page blank. Let the fires of youth kindle in our hearts. Let us take up our pens, unite and resonate the call for action.

Back (Again)

Haven't been around posting like crazy for a while. Been busy lately with a lot of stuff now that I'm a writer for the University publication. I'm still expecting more to come my way this semester. Like news stories to write, deadlines to meet, more teeth-grinding mental stuff. Despite all this, I'm pretty grateful that I'm beginning to be proactive. Opportunities like this don't come around often.

Wisdom Tooth

Nothing is more excruciating of an experience for a young adult than the emergence of a wisdom tooth. It hurts. And what's annoying is the more painful feeling of an intense migraine that results from the dental pain. I don't know how to deal with it, since it's, shall I say, part of "growing up."

Rising Dawn

On June 12, 1898, a very significant event took place. An event that has become a symbol of national pride and liberty. Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo, standing on the balcony of his ancestral home before a large mass of his fellowmen in Kawit, Cavite, made the proclamation that the Philippines was no longer under the rule of Spain. It was a moment of victory for the Filipino people. After nearly 333 years of settling at the hands of the colonizers, Filipinos had finally took their first taste of freedom.

But how pure is freedom nowadays? How are we sure that we are totally free from tyranny? From oppression and persecution? The succeeding years after Aguinaldo's proclamation, the nation came under fire from another set of tyrannic oppression. We did not fully embrace total freedom during the rule of the Americans and the Japanese. Even to this day, freedom is but a lone word, distant from our grasps.

The Americans introduced themselves as our friends. Being a nation of freedom-loving peoples, they wanted what is best for a country which suffered under the oppressive policies of the Spanish monarchy for three centuries. Most will say that the Americans and Filipinos are alike in terms of historical background. Both nations experienced the grueling conditions under despotic rule. And both nations took to arms with great eagerness to yearn for total liberty. It is a matter of fact that, in some way, we have this common factor with the Americans. But that was not the case, as they became the successors of the Spaniards. Their authority was far different than that of their predecessors. They trained us on how to run a democratic form of government and introduced us to the blessings of public education. Their acts were only stepping stones towards a better life of being free. But, all in all, we were not totally free being under their boots, so to speak.
The essence of freedom is all about liberation from foreign intervention. Therefore, under the Americans, we were not totally free, but rather, we were having the potential to be free with their ideas of democracy.

With the aid of the Americans, the Filipinos' anticipation for true independence heightened. The Philippine Commonwealth was introduced in 1935 to better prepare the country towards a democratic future. But one roadblock was laid ahead that stagnated the country and subjected it to another regime supposedly far worse than that of the Spaniards. The Second World War brought the Japanese to out doorstep. With their own blend of tyranny and aggression, they terrorized the nation and humbled it to its knees. Under the Japanese, independence seemed a fragmented dream. However, that bloody regime ended, and from the ashes of war, the Philippine nation had been given independence.

Truly, another moment of triumph. The Japanese left our shores, and so did the Americans. Should we conclude then that everything became more different now that foreigners had left the country? There is no reason to be optimistic by that assertion. We did gain our independence, but did we really gain true freedom? True liberty from tyranny?

We had gained our independence, but the succeeding years were blotted by the emergence of another form of tyranny. Ferdinand Marcos rose to power. Martial Law took control of the country by his blend of corporate tyranny and social oppression. His rise saw the mass persecution of intellectuals, student activists, university professors and others who he deemed antagonistic towards the new order.

The collapse of Marcos' regime brought about a new optimistic feeling in the hearts of the Filipinos. But much like in the past years, oppression still exists, in the form of political suppression and social stagnation. How can we call ourselves free if our lives are being controlled by megalomaniacs we call politicians? Corruption is another factor that made me realize that we are not experiencing freedom at its sincerest. With thousands of our fellow Filipinos starving due to the greedy advances of these "crocodiles-in-office", our country is being enslaved by yet another form of tyrannical rule. This time, it's Filipino exploiting Filipino.

Last week, as the 15th president, Pres. Benigno S. Aquino III, took oath as the new leader of our nation, more and more Filipinos are still hoping for another dawn. A dawn that may bring about a new light of optimism. A dawn that may change the souls of every Filipino. A dawn that may write itself in history as the moment of triumph over years and years of tyranny and oppression.

We may not see a new dawn right now. But we should look forward to it, as it may bring about great change. Perhaps, a brighter and much more dignified future that will hopefully perpetuate and overshadow our nation's turbulent past.