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“It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.”
— Nagulb Mahfouz, Sugar Street (via books-n-quotes)
Wish I could celebrate Halloween too :(
Is Duterte a dictator, a fascist, or a populist?
He's neither. Joke. I don't know. To me, he's just senile and also anti-social? But mostly senile. I treat anything he does and say as something not to be taken seriously and something not worth any value. It’s been two years and what? He and his galamays are still doing the worst they can. Congratulations.
But maybe he’s done some good too. But I’m also too tired and too fed up by everything that has happened in this country since him for me to still change my mind on believing that he’s freakin’ doin’ a badn’ jobn’!!!!
On the latter years of the campaign period until his first year as president I have wasted hours of my life watching and summarizing his speeches - a complete waste of time by the way because he’s mostly just vomiting words, but I had to do it ‘cause of work - and those times solidified the foundation of my indifference towards him.
One thing I don’t get though is why there are so many people (mostly taxi drivers lol) who revere him??? Like, wHY?? We can’t even agree that he’s insane? My head hurts just thinking about how messed up of a country we are.
Jesus Christ, I don't think you need to be "university-educated" to conclude that he's an asshole personified. Anything that comes out of his mouth is shit. He's also made out of shit. I mean, come on, he even looks like shit.
Duterte is a joke. This country has become a joke. We are going down, confirmed.
Song analysis: Bato sa Buhangin (from Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral)
The song was originally sung by Filipino band Cinderella. In the film, a version by Glaiza de Castro was played in the final scene.
"Bato sa Buhangin"
Verse:
Kapag ang puso’y natutong magmahal Bawat tibok ay may kulay at buhay Ngunit kung ang pagsuyo’y lilipas din Bagay kaya ang bato sa buhangin?
Chorus:
Kay hirap unawain Bawat damdamin Pangakong magmahal hanggang libing Sa langit may tagpuan din At doon hihintayin Itong bato sa buhangin
{Instrumental}
Ngunit kung ang pagsuyo’y lilipas din Bagay kaya ang bato sa Buhangin
{Chorus}
Analysis
The verse related into Goyo’s perspective
When Goyo learned to "love" his country, everything came full circle, he was awaken from immaturity and into - albeit late - realizations. But of course he's confused as hell, so subconsciously he asks himself, do I really love this watak-watak of a nation? It's futile love, but he thinks its true love anyway and resolves into asking himself some more, am I worthy of loving this delapidated-yet-kind-of-mighty nation? Am I worthy of bEING A HERO?! (Bagay kaya ang bato sa buhangin?)
I don't want to get too scientific as I am not an smart enough for that, but last I heard sand are just rocks that has broken down due to weathering processes (ie. time, a long time). Sand's been there for long, it's been through a lot.
Now, one should understand that Goyo is young (he was 24 when he died) and his youth brings his immaturity, he is an unrefined bato (rock). Unlike individuals like wise Mabini, fiery Luna, patriotic Bernal, insightful Garcia, and even volatile Aguinaldo, who are all buhangin(s) (sand). They are hardened (albeit their comparison to sand) and experienced individuals, who are also and most notably older.
Remedios in the chorus
In here, the perspective is shifted to that of the young general’s love that is Remedios Nable-Jose. The chorus is pretty straightforward when interpreted with Remedios in mind. Like Goyo, she's young and confused, so in the film she asks, "Bakit ako, Goyo?" Though she's uncertain of his love because of his lover-boy reputation, she is certain of what she wants in a man and on what she expects of Goyo as seen in her last letter to him read in the film (“Gusto kong sumandal sa bisig ng isang lalaking alam ang kanyang hangganan ‘pagkat natupad na niya ang kanyang tungkulin sa bayan”). As the movie aptly ends with Remedios' reading Goyo's letter and through it, learning of his certain death, she muses, "Sa langit may tagpuan din, at doon hihintayin, itong bato sa buhangin."
Is it true love? I don't know. All they did was dance and they didn't even held hands because the moment Goyo tried, he quivered and walked out. lol.
In the end, Goyo: Ang batang Heneral IS a beautifully tragic film, calling out the bato(s) sa buhangin among us and paired with a moving score.

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It has been cosmic
He's a massive and total shit. When you first meet him, you think surely to God this man can't be as big a shit as he seems, but he is. 'Cause like if there were a book with covers made of shit, you'd think "That's intriguing. I wonder what's in this book that they saw fit to give it covers made of pure shit." And then you open it and... shit.
Says a reliable source on Duterte
Unsent Letter to Pao
April 21, 2015
Hi, woah. We're here now. We have not come far, whatchu think? It's funny to think how we are now. I wanna say that I don't know why we're friends but I actually know. haha. As our journey as students (youths?) end, I want you to know that I am happy to have spent it with you. You kinda get me. We are different and opposites yet we kinda vibe. Lol. I will miss walking with you, trash talking with you, and most importantly, singing with you. Cos with you I am able to sing freely. Not because I think I can sing well but because I just enjoy it. With you, i can say anything (but not curse), i can talk with an Indian accent or do our current favorite - Valley girl! With you, I feel free to be happy. I will really miss those times. I like talking to you even if most of the people who (think they) know me will say I don’t even speak. We can be deep or shallow (like my shallow tears lol). I hope we'll both find a good job that pays well so we can feed our families and makes us happy and better individuals. I also hope you get a job where you're surrounded by hot men. Lol. When you get famous, don't forget me huh?! Remember my name! Hahahaha. Let's be healthy so we can work and earn and then bring our familes on a luxurious European cruise. I hope that I won't have time to miss you because we'll be close friends forever. Let's be friends for a loooong time! *wipes tears*
Your friend,
A ❤️
@paola-with-an-o-blog
Mr. Night Has a Day Off, Ignas Meilunas

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Moving Up Exercises
XX. Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “The night is starry and the blue stars shiver in the distance.”
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.
Christmas Day Mass~ ⛪ 👪

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