The feeling of not having done anything is what causes depression for me, and it has plagued me a few times in the past two years (even further back). And it usually happens around this time, half-way through the year, when you find yourself saying “and just like that, half the year has gone and I’ve wasted every single day of it…etc.”.
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I voted for Leni Robredo. I don’t and will never regret it. Not for one bit.
The color pink doesn’t suit me, but to be part of the Pink Revolution is something I will be proud of for the rest of my life. I never blamed those who chose Marcos and despise Robredo, the fight was never against them but FOR them. The fight was always against disinformation and untruth, the whole network of false facts in the form of glossy videos that preyed on the susceptible, exploiting the years and years of an educational system that’s tragically weak. Had Robredo won, I would have been her critic and hold her up to what she has promised, and I will be exactly the same under a Marcos presidency, because I’m not a fanatic. The gloating and mockery hurled at the Kakampinks at this point is inconsequential. But actual history has been revised and facts no longer hold authority. That is what disturbs me the most. While I am glad I didn’t lose any friends or family in the past six months or so, I cannot help but grieve for the truth that died on May 9, 2022. Don’t tell me to move on nalang haha. To be be good citizens nalang haha. I feel bad today, are you going to mock that too? Don’t think for a second that I feel bad because Kakampinks lost, when lies triumph over truth, we all lost. But as always, no one needs to tell me to just be a good citizen, that’s a given. And as always, I will acknowledge this next administration’s achievements should there be any, and strongly call out any form of criminality should it commit some in the next six years. We fought the good fight and “…we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald He who is blinded by vision
He who found peace in his industry He who invested all season He who’s as free as a company He who grew tired of the ocean Shall inherit the fruit of this tree He shall rebrand the fruits of my tree He shall make wealth for his vision He shall be lord of his company He shall reap jewels all season And reek of flowers and industry Blessed be death of my ocean! Blessed be oil of the ocean! Blessed be feller of the tree! Blessed the blind eyes of your vision! Blessed the staff of your company! Blessed the pineapple season! Hail to the angel of industry! Hail to the demon of industry! Hail to the waste in the ocean! Hail to the place where once stood the tree! Hail to your drug-induced vision! Hail Mary mother of company! Mother will return next season. Mother whom I lost last season Mother of wimps in the industry Mother who’s losing her vision Mother of he who was nailed to a tree Mother who’s somewhere deep in the ocean Dead to the warmth of your company Your son shall inherit the company And remain for many a season The prodigal son of the industry Shall rise along with the ocean Earth shall be stripped down to the last tree This is the fruit of your vision Himaya! The season of industry! Did your company thrive in the ocean? Ah! Vision of he who’s nailed to the tree “What Allen Saw”
I didn't see what Allen saw The minds, destroyed by madness But I have seen their children, crying O'er lifeless mothers. All hail His Highness! Her mind destroyed, by madness, by the bullet that's free for all Oh lifeless brothers! Oh hail His Highness! Behold the thousandth time we fall With the bullet that’s free for all I’ve seen, at last, what Allen saw I’ve seen a thousand bodies fall I’ve seen their children’s children, crying The smell of noise is nothing
Sweet is the color piano Holy! Holy! The animals sing I hear what I do not know Soft the touch of pianissimo The taste of dark is deafening We hear what we do not know When the ocean is burning The sound of dark is deafening The sight of noise is nothing When the oceans are burning Holy! Holy! Holy! The animals sing Stay that way, mad as you are
Left your eyes to those who can’t see far Breathe that chord, don’t be afraid Gave your voice to those who lost their way Raise your pen, weapon of rhymes Cast your visions of another time See all woes vanish when they lift their hearts as they dance to your ballet Ooh, when you feel all alone, think again Ooh, Did you shine when they looked To the stars? Hmm Hmm We are all we’ve got Together, we are fire We’re what they’re not Love and beauty We are what they fear Our echoes will never die down, stay clear Sing our story Hmm Hmm There he is, the waltz, ignored by
the one whose name is in three-four time There she is, the room, she told me her wish That her window would look inside for once “Come back to me” Said the earth to the sea Why don’t you give me a try? I am only a candle And you are the night But the morning can have you back See that wall, engraved with declarations of love Do you hear the blank pages’ cries? Here she comes, the rain, she said goodbye to the clouds And we wonder why storms crash down on us “Stand quietly” Said the fire to me Why don’t you give me a try? I am only a candle Please, just for one night ‘till the morning will take you back “Come back to me” Said the Sun to his queen “Stand quietly” Said the fire to me. At this point, maybe all of our work is derivative. All of them can, admittedly, be traced down to more recent sources. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe we need more interpretations of the same model. One person cannot have the monopoly over one particular style, however, that’s not to say that one person cannot be original by borrowing. People of the same region speak the same language, yet each one of them are unique individuals.
So fuck “finding my own voice”. I already have it. Anything that comes out of me, though expressed in a language shared by many, is my own. (Don’t mind me, this often happens while in the middle of composing something. The agony in pursuing originality only to end up trying to justify the succeeding failure.) HOW TO ACTUALLY GET THINGS DONE |
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