HELLO? Can you speak in English?

I am saying this based only on my understanding of the facts. Marian Rivera – Dantes knows how to communicate in English, she says she is not good but in fact she is better than more than half the population of the world. She is not fluent and her accent isn’t that great but that’s about it. It is known that she is a college graduate, therefore has gone through extensive English language subjects. Going through those subjects entails oral and written exams, which she had to pass, she must have written a lot of English essays, and other forms of literature. Had memorized speeches, and delivered them, she may or may have not written and delivered one of her own. Having said that, she has some skills in the art of communication.

It is true what she says about being able to speak good English should not be the basis of a person’s intellect, there are other things, other elements. One can never determine a person’s intellect with just one aspect, it is a broad-spectrum, at the same time the lack of one skill can’t be a reason for a person to be labeled as not smart.

This article in getrealphilippines.com entitled “Is diskarte more important that good english as marian rivera says?”  points out that if a person has good looks they are treated better, in reality, sad to say that is true, it also says that people with good English skills can prosper better in life, it is not 100% true. People should be able to become successful regardless of how they talk. To learn English as a skill, it is great, to be good at it is better, but to think less of a person who does not communicate well in English is not nice, and to belittle them based on that is bad. The way I see it, if we are already judging people based on their lack of English communication skills, what hope is left for those who can’t communicate well at all? Like the deaf, the mute and the blind, who aspire to work and become successful as well.

That said, I still have a problem with the sort of message Marian is bringing across to the Filipino masses by downplaying the role of English skills. The thing is, Marian can afford to speak palengke because she is beautiful. When you are beautiful and fair-skinned in the Philippines, you can pretty much get away with anything.

– from the article by Kate Natividad

It is a given that celebrities such as Marian Rivera-Dantes have a responsibility to the people, because a lot of people look up to them. They should be mindful of what they say and do but what bothers me in this statement above its the line “Marian can afford to speak palengke because she is beautiful.”  I reckon this line is meant to belittle how the actress talks but it also belittles the people of this country who speaks the language. To be honest I can’t fully grasp the idea of how one could speak palengke? Is it to speak in a vulgar tone? or crude, impolite? To be loud? You can also be that using the English language how is it different when you use Tagalog? That line is so insensitive.

Not surprising then that you will see a lot of people who take perverse pride in speaking baroque English — which is why people like Erap Estrada win presidential elections.

– from the article by Kate Natividad

On this part, it seems that the writer of the article thinks that the Filipinos who are having a hard time mastering or who are very gallant in expressing themselves in English although they lack skill may have poor judgement. Even people who are good in English still can make poor decisions, and not all who communicate well, whether in English or Tagalog,  can be good leaders.

Learning a language is not a walk in the park, it takes a lot of effort and it does give your brain a work out. Maybe it does help one’s comprehension skill and makes not a little bit more smarter than others but still it can be all that bad if one can’t be great at it. Having the ability to converse in English and in any other language should just be a plus. People in other countries have become successful even without communicating in English fluently. Other nations had been able to achieve greatness and yet their people are native tongue speakers, even their leaders. So culture oriented and nationalistic. It makes me think that if they can do it, then we can as well. It is all a matter of discipline and good governance, but how do we do that? Education? Instill in the people a sense of love for the country “Sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa”?

I am fortunate to have been able to converse in English, I take pride in it, but at the same time I am ashamed. When I talk to my mom and grandparents, they speak to me in Tagalog, I feel at times dumbfounded to not know words that they have used. I feel ashamed that I have not voluntarily read books by Filipino authors because I know I will have a hard time, but I would instantly grab a copy of the latest NY bestseller. Even the music I listen to are mostly in English, most the movies and the TV series I watch are all western. I feel that we have become so westernized that we forget out roots.

Certainly we are better if we have English communication skills, but would it be really bad if we don’t? Can’t we all be both?

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Simple Words

Simple Words

I have never known the strength of words until I heard your say them,

the uttered letters that form the expression of your thoughts.

Striking me, sharper than a cutting knife,

heavy and weighing me down to the ground.

I am bleeding on the inside, and heart turning cold,

My breath is restricted, but from my eyes no tears could fall.

My mind turns, and tries to understand, are the words real? Was I just blind?

I believed in what I heard, because you said them.

Once, twice, a hundred times.

Going circles, again and again.

Then it must be true. I believe it’s true.

With every single word you speak a part of me disappears.

Something tells me I am no longer me.

Tootai Buzeta

A visual look at 7 things that make us feel good about work

Positive Images!

TED Blog

Ogilvy-graphic-smallLast week, Dan Ariely asked an interesting question in a TED Talk: “What makes us feel good about our work?” The TED Blog responded with the post “7 fascinating studies about what motivates us at work,” rounding up research — from both Ariely and other psychologists — that speaks to some of the surprising factors that influence how we feel about our jobs.

Social@Ogilvy, the blog from advertising and marketing firm Ogilvy & Mathers about trends and insights in social media, was very inspired by this blog post. And so they created this very cool graphic recap of it. Check it out above, complete with a rocketing office chair.

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Never Forget

Earlier this week I read from a friend’s status on Facebook these words Gusto ko din maging importante“, Tagalog words that translates to, “I also want to be important”. Her words made me think real hard. To be honest I am not sure whether she wants to be important, to be seen and noticed by one particular person or was she aiming to be valued by the world? Either way I still felt the need to tell her what I know and feel about the idea of a person’s importance.

download (3)As I see it, there are thousands if not millions of universes. We are in just one and in this one universe we are in, we belong in just one system, together with millions of stars, moons, 8 planets, billions of creatures and people. We are a very small part of all the wonders of the universe and we as individuals are like specks of dust. No matter how big we are or how little, what achievements we get or we don’t have, we are still just minuscule beings in this universe. This idea lingered in my thoughts while I was growing up and having this in my mind constantly, I eventually fell into a somber state, a dark place where I wallowed in the idea of nothingness. During that time I really felt like I was nothing, and what I am and what I do wouldn’t matter, so I said to myself “Why try?” I believed that the chance of changing the world is like lottery that not all could win, that it was an opportunity that only a few people are given. Of course I was wrong.

download (2)I once read a quote by Vincent Van Gogh There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.” Tis’ true, we may have great ideas and intentions, yet this fervor within us, more often than will go unnoticed by the world but that does not mean we should let the fire die out, because the rest of the world may fail to see what we have to offer, but the ones that surrounds us will see all our efforts clearly. It is for them that we keep the fire burning because it is them that will help us connect to the world. All of us are bound to one another in the tapestry of life. Our actions will create a ripple that will change this world, a change we could or couldn’t recognize. The grand scheme of things. A smile we give a friend can affect the whole world. I know it is a bit over the top but who knows how far the ripples go?

Eventually I learned the truth, that I am important and valuable like everyone on this planet. All that I do and say, it is also important. It doesn’t matter if I am just a girl from a third world country, my thoughts and actions are as valuable as Oprah’s or the Dalai Lama’s. The only difference is they had worked extra hard and had the opportunity to make their presence known. I know I can be like them too, but if life does not make it so, my existence will not be mediocre. My contribution to the world will not be less that theirs. It will be as great, wonderful and important as everyone else’s. So we should all let our fire burn, and create ripples. We are changing the world because we are important and we should never, ever forget it.

 

Thanks Faith, for the inspiration for this blog post.

Here Lies Me: The One Who Tried To Live a Good Life

The most important thing is to enjoy your life –to be happy –it’s all that matters.

Audrey Hepburn

It has been more than over a year since my last post on this blog. I always tell myself that I should write more often, to let out steam regularly. I failed to do so, but it isn’t something I regret, after all, this is just a blog that a few people read.

Over the past year I have managed to turn my life in the direction that is, I can say, good for me. I had made choices that led me to meet new people and evolve as a person, which is really good. I am happier and less depressed than the year I last posted an entry.  I should think I believe in myself more and know better of what I want in my life, no matter how much my choices seem impractical. There are certain aspects in my life which I am still uncertain, but I’ll know what to do when the time comes. I am after all unlike others, am used to taking things slow and careless. I am not proud of it but I will not say I am putting my head down in shame. I haven’t done any crime to feel that way.

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Sometimes I do think about why the people around me, don’t seem to realize that some are just not made to become what they think the person ought to be.  If somewhere in their mind they have envisioned me as someone else, well they are in for a treat, for I am not that kind of person. I may be in some way, but not entirely. I may have given them hope or a sight of what they want to see because I may have tried to please them and maybe that is why I ended up as lost as I did. They are not to blame, don’t get me wrong, that was my own doing. To live the life envisioned for me, not the one I have dreamt solely.

 The difficult part of dreaming for me is that, I wanted to achieve so many things in my life and I didn’t know where to start and I had no great motivation to do so. My life wasn’t bad or so difficult that I needed to dream big because I had a family tend to. My mother has given her all and asked for nothing in return. I lived a good sheltered life, I didn’t have to try hard, what I can offer was clearly enough. Again, no one’s to blame, I am grateful to her but because of it my priorities are different. My one true dream was to be happy, a genuine happiness that no money or achievement can give. I just want to be able to smile every day, talk to people, have a food and drinks, and see the sunset. To have friends to be with, have good laughs, and sometimes cry and fight. The desire to be rich is just minor priority for me. To be successful is at the same category.

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People say, I am not trying hard enough because everyone needs to go the extra mile and not just settle for what you can offer, but I see it as this: If I was in the position I ought to be, shouldn’t giving my 110% or more not be so difficult? That I wouldn’t feel unhappy or stressed whenever I get to work hard or strive.  Should reaching the goal come naturally and not feel like a maze without an exit? I think it should feel like a battle, although unevenly matched, still the eagerness to win shall suffice. I need to find the place that will let me be that person. I have many good qualities and skills but I need to be in a place where I am wanted and needed and will grow and not be imprisoned and constantly be shoved
traditions and bull shit crap down my throat.

I am this person, I wasn’t trained to be best. I wasn’t taught to push myself to be somebody I am not. I did what I want to do, I was good at those things because I think I was at the right place at the right time. Now all is different, my place in this world had changed. I should have said or done something before letting myself fall down the rabbit hole, but I was young, making decisions wasn’t my strong suit.  I get that there people who’ll strongly disagree, there are some who strive hard and had gotten where they wanted to. There are some, who had learned to love what they do, I don’t know why I wasn’t gifted with t
hat ability.

Now it is time to change the course of my own destiny, to not regret and try to be happy most of the days of my life. Try to find my place in the world, where I can make even a slight difference. To try to learn till I can’t anymore, to see the world while I can and to feel and interact.  To try and reach for the dreams I have and will have, to love and to live in a way that I think I ought to and to become somebody that the people I love will be grateful to have known. I may not become rich or famous, but my life will still be well lived. That is my dream and that is my goal. A new chapter has begun and I am happy that I took this different turn. I am unsure, but I know I am not lost. Uncertainty make this life a tad more exciting but I am ready and daring enough to give this new endeavor a go.

I Made Love To The Darkness

I made love to the darkness

My words are strong but my heart is weak
My bones are brittle and my smiles bleak.
My voice had changed and the screams are loud.
My cries are subtle and with the bruises I am numb.
Each step I take I’m moved to yesterday,
the past succumbs, it eats me away.
With every stroke of luck, a karmic pain,
where is the hope, the love I’m longing to gain.
I am walking through pins and needles,
I’m rolling on broken glass and coals.
I’m crying, I’m calling, I am no more.
Where are the rays of pure light, my trust and my guide?
Has it left me? Abandoned me to rott with my dreams?
Dust clouds hover me, and up ahead it’s darkness to see.
The chills in my spine embraced me, it held my hand and it kissed me.
I made love to the darkness, and it drained me,
now I’m imprisoned and a slave that once shimmered in glory.
My blood rushed to my head and I feel a tingle.
My existence is fleeting, and my shimmer fading.
Alas, I feel, the pain is escaping.
From my guts it crawls out, slowly I feel it.
It spins me around, taking my breath away,
I gasp and recalled, memories that withered,
I closed my eyes just to make it linger.
I hear the sound of my heart, it seemed so far away,
and when I opened my eyes I saw nothing.

Tootai Buzeta

12 times of heartbreak

12 times of heartbreak

broken glasses, nightmares and whores
never ending sexless nights,
a headless eros on the floor.
dummies with false socialites
drinking beer bong with holes.
going through bad hair days and 10 broken nails
just before you senior promenade.
Feeling constipated as if you want to just die after
getting a venomous snake bite on a happy picnic brunch
Chivalry joust, unfortunate to get the lance through your heart
ending not winning the girl and also her heart.
Romeo and Juliet’s untimely death due to a friars stupidity
and having to kill yourself with a knife and feel the pain continuously
I am sorry to say that this is you to me
the sad moments and bad memories
you are my darkest nights and stormy days
you are the accident that let me live 
only to make me live my life paralyzed and worthless
you to me is hell on earth
I am sorry but you are my downfall, my abyss.
but still i can’t help myself for again I’m falling…

 

Tootai Buzeta