Showing posts with label teenage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teenage. Show all posts

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Guerrilla Tactics: A Backward Fashion in the 21st Century (Mine Alone)


As I passed through the hallowed halls of Greenhills and SM Megamall, I felt a deep and inner-pity, not for myself, but for others. It is a matter of being fashionable- one of which I never imagined nor fantasized to journalize about.

Ofcourse, I'm a teenager, and what you'd expect from me, is the common suit, that is used by my fellow teenagers. But, sad to say, I felt (without boasting) an inner difference amongst these idle and poisoned colonial minded humans. This is why, without words, I humiliate myself as 'baduy' compared to the cycle of interrelationships that exists with me and my fellas'. I can't be too forlorn, for I am not a geek. It's just I attempt myself not to be a 'conyo', a gangster, a 'rakista', or a 'jejemon' when it comes to my 'japorms', or fashion outfit. I'm considering my own style that is far rough from that of my age- a fashion that is far different from those that I mentioned above. It's a fashion that mainly adapts my affection for guerilla standards that activists, hippies, John Lennon-wannabees, rebels, and Che Guevara fanatics would claim as their uniforms. Weird me, isn't it?

Although, in sharing, I felt my being 'sexy', when I wore my favorite expression shirt that expresses, TANGINA THIS! I concluded my being sexy because of the high appeal and cute reactions that I received chicks.

I'm just trying to practice my self-indoctrinated dogma of the quote, "while others pursue the right, I pursued the left." Jizz, its not just because I'm an activist, its just that I believe in my artistic medium- that is madness.

But this kind of fashion owns a deep meaning in my spirit. The simple way I wear my bonnet, or my cap (that has a red star) and wear my black shirt and (even) broken rubber shoes has a meaning- far from the way the many ignorant teens conceptualize of. Its my devotion to radical poverty.

To add up and full-pack my playlist, here are my unsolicited fashion tips for those who want to adapt this weird kind of being, that with all lowliness to claim: mine alone, the Guerilla Fashion:

1.) STUDY CHE GUEVARA. The  guy behind the hip and 'astig' image that Cubans (and even some Filipinos, especially the radicals, like me) merely venerate because of his realistic epic that serves as an inspiration to many armed leftists all-over the world, never alone fails to execute a unique fashion genre, but as well as a history of being a true warrior. But a true learning of his philosophy will validate you to be like him.

2.) ADORE LEGENDARY MUSICIANS. Listen and inhale the vibes of songs that were voiced by John Lennon, Bob Marley, Kurt Cobain, etc. For Filipino's sake listen and take in heart the hearty songs of the famous OPM folk band ASIN, Joey Ayala, APO Hiking Society, Heber Bautista, Francis Magalona, and (my favorite) Eraserheads. Ofcourse, make Lennon's 'Imagine' and ASIN's 'Tuldok' your personal national hymn.

3.) DEVOTE YOURSELF TO SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI, whose story of evangelical and radical poverty that astonished the materialstic church of that time. This may even help you earn the faith that Jesus Christ, who (for me and for many believers) is God became lowly and poor, inspite the fact that He owns all the riches of the whole world, really- that leads to the conclusion that He is one with the socialists.

4.) READ PABLO NERUDA. His poetic beats makes you a true guerilla.

5.) DO NOT LISTEN TO KRIS AQUINO. Her white 'peps' ain't tempting, really.

6.) OBSERVE LOURD DE VEYRA. Yeah, look at how weird he is, yet he rose to the popularity in the media world.

7.) JOIN ACTIVISTS. You may really never feel the soul of this fashion statement, without knowing it's true and authentic foundation, that is far from being a fashion. Be a common man. Be one with the fights against a colonial government and to earn the one true national socialist democracy. (Otherwise, you're a hypocrite.)

8.) PROFESS THAT YOU ARE A 'PETTY-BOURGEOIS'. For you really are, from the heart. You are not supposed to wear this if you're not a 'burgis'. To have a deeper understanding, please do search for the 1981 Lino Brocka film, "Burgis"- starring Gabby Concepcion and Amy Austria.

9.) DRINK SAN MIGUEL BEER AND SMOKE MARLBORO BLACK CIGARETTES. It's the true initiation for this fashion. You may only acquire a good voice in singing if you do so, says Rico J. Puno.

10.) YEAH, SHUT THE F*CK UP, KID! Study your lessons in class, before joining the guerilla revolution.


Speaks off, niggas'.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Pag-ibig sa Gitna ng Dalawang Binatilyo

Ang balita na marahil ay hinusgahan ng maraming konserbatibong at nagmamagaling na Pinoy ay ang pagpatay at pagkakamatay ng dalawang binata. Sila Jonathan Salvador (16 years old) at Jake Emerson Perez (13 years old). Napaka-bata pa nilang dalawa na pasukin ang masidhing mundo ng pag-ibig-lalo't higit ang pag-ibig para sa kapwa Adan.

Noong una kong marinig ang nasabing balita ay napamura ako, dahil sadyang napaka-bata pa nila. Subalit noong mas pinalalim ko ang aking makitid na utak ay napag-tanto ko na "oo nga pala, mahirap husgahan ang pag-ibig." Batid ko na tunay ang pagmamahalan nila- as in 'yung pag-ibig na hindi katulad ng ibang bading na sadyang sex lang ang habol.

Pinatay ni Jake si Jonathan dahil sa selos. Makikita ang iba't-ibang uri ng pag-eemote sa T-shirt ni Jake na nagsilbing suicidal note niya. Binigay niya raw ang lahat.

Hindi natin mahuhusgahan ang ginawa nilang pagmamahalan. Sabihin nating "bawal" o "immoral" ang kanilang pagmamahalan, hinding-hindi natin sila mahuhusgahan. Hindi ba't kung tayo'y may minamahal na babae o lalaki o bakla o tomboy, ay gagawin natin-ibibigay natin-ilalaan natin ang lahat ng ating pagmamahal para sa ating iniibig.

Sabi nga ni Baltazar sa Florante at Laura, "o ang pag-ibig, hahamakin ang lahat, masunod lamang."





 

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Suicide Awareness


Today (September 10), psychologists, psychiatrists, and guidance counselors are campaigning against the mounting number of young people who, due to depression, commit suicidal acts. The bothering part is that it haunts down young people more and more.


Yes- the population who kills themselves dominantly are the youth. They who multiply themselves in facebook, twitter, and friendster (kung meron pa). I just can’t believe why are these so called ‘civilized’ youngsters tend to kill themselves in a very insulting manner to God (if faith still exists in the individual), to his or her parents (if faith and love still breaths in the relationship) and most especially, to himself.


Suicide, for most of us (including myself), is a big stupid act. An idiot alone may afford to do such stupidity. One jumps off from a building because she got pregnant. Someone tied himself to a rope to imitate what Judas Iscariot did, due to the attention that he seeks that was not given to him. A young boy drinks a silver cleaner because of the sermons obtained from his drunken father and recently fucked prostitute mother. While another killed himself after her girlfriend’s announcement on their flash break-up.


We, who do not actually realize their conditions, are thoroughly conclusive towards them. Judging them is an instant choice, isn’t it? Can’t we really, at least, try to understand them?


We who claim ourselves as ‘normal’, treat them abnormally.


Last September 9, 2011, at the University of the Philippines-Diliman Campus, a anti-suicidal walk was organized to make us more aware about this pressing manner. I myself became much more aware about this assumed social theorem.


Committing this stupid act may serve as a joke-thing, but in actual reality, it’s not a joke.


Let’s, therefore then, be aware toward our interaction with suicidal people. They become social threats, especially to our generation. We could correct them through healthy and friendly guidance. Understand them. Tell them that there is still a great and loving God who alone would accept, understand, and above all, love them.