Cathee the Cat. 20-something bespectacled, bibliophilic lass.
At present.. THINKING: Gaining weight *sighs* FEELING: Bored.
SINGING:Set Fire to the Third Bar.. READING: Jude the Obscure -Thomas Hardy & Fallen -Lauren Kate
WATCHING: Good Will Hunting
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I wonder why majority of the films (mainstream and indie alike), advertisements, TV series, documentaries etc are inclined towards portraying the situation of the impoverished Pinoys? The screens are forever filled with videos/photos of slums, beggars, men drinking gin during midday etc.. I know you get the picture.
No, I feel no abhorrence for this populate, it's just that I'm effing sick of it all. Living in a so-called third world, I guess each of us have our own dose of experience being poor (one way or another), or being with the poor. I mean, we see this reality every day as we go to school/work, when we ride the LRT/MRT with the slums greeting our eyes every effing morning.. Living surrounded with poverty, experiencing it first hand I think is more than enough, thus why is there a need of seeing it still in different forms of mass media?
No, I'm not rich.. I studied in a public school for a primary education, we are renting an apartment, and we don't own a car. What I am just saying is that, can't they think of anything else? Is creativity equals to the portrayal of the poor alone? I think the problem is that, over the years the producers/writers/directors etc have gotten very comfortable using impoverishment as the centrifuge for everything they make. Oh yes, these stuffs do make money because majority of the population can relate to it thus they watch it blah blah blah. But seriously, the Philippines, although admittedly belonging to the 3rd world, it's population is not comprised of people living in slums alone. There's actually a large percentage of Filipinos who are actually able to provide enough food for their families enough to last an entire day.
And that percentage is actually tired of these mediocre stuffs that they have to tolerate because there's no other choice. No wonder only few Filipinos can actually identify prominent paintings, or can appreciate classical music, or even read a masterpiece in literature.. it's because the mass media is generalizing the entire population. Mass media is making the population stupid. It's like, the only food on the table is something that some would willingly take, but the rest are simply coerced to swallow in order not to perish. And that sucks, it really does..
PS: Those politicians are forever declaring that their platforms are for the poor.. DUH. What about platforms for the tax payers, then? Isn't it that the tax payers are actually the ones PAYING (hence the word tax payer) for services they are entitled to receive?
Finally done reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment a couple of hours ago. (This is my life, btw, stuck at home with TV, DVD, computer and books. Means of sustenance provided for by meals cooked by others.) And so, during the bygone week I was totally engrossed with Dostoevsky's magnum opus, though I'm not really a fan of those very loooong Russian names, such as the protagonist's
RODION ROMANOVICH RASKOLNIKOV. See?
I tried reading Russian Lit once through Tolstoy's prominent Anna Karenina, but during that time I realized an 800+ fiction was too much for me to digest although I'm only about a hundred pages shy from the ending.. And that means re-reading it in order to do it justice.. Bah. But C&P on the other hand really had my attention. I found Dostoevsky's story telling very vivid, intense and entertaining all at once. And the journey into Raskolnikov's mind was very fascinating despite the fact that sensation I had while reading was like that of a roller coaster ride, thus I was very dizzy afterward. I kept muttering to myself, he's crazy, he's totally crazy the entire time I am reading. But when his theory concerning a very small population's right to kill for the attainment of a noble goal was explored, I thought maybe he's not crazy after all..The rest of the characters were just as interesting and intriguing especially Porfiry and Svidrigailov.
I am satisfied with how Raskolnikov redeemed himself in the end, though he suffered very much prior to his redemption because of his strong belief in his theory, his delusion, depravity (?) and great pride.
I could even hardly focus my attention while I was attending the mass today because I kept asking myself: Is there a single person in this side of the world, who would commit a crime with that same ideology on his head? It's true, one could be familiar about numerous crimes by watching the news, but never have I heard of a single case which is even slightly inclined in that direction. It'll be a big circus for the media if ever that'll happen..
And so, it being obvious that I've been very caught up with this piece of literature, the only question I have is this: How was he able to create this highly intricate work of art? Crime, ideology, nihilism and psychology all put together for one very good read.
It takes one insane genius to create a masterpiece as this, And sadly, we haven't got enough insane & genius talents nowadays..
If so, then I'm a sinner. I confess, I procrastinate a loooooot. No, wonder I always feel like I can't control my own life. Because I delay, postpone, cancel et cetera things that I know I should be doing, and things that I want to do.
Gawd, when did it start being this way? I can't even remember.. Perhaps, it's because it has always been like this thus there's no recollection of a different situation. Maybe procrastination is the reason why people think they are wasting their lives away. Because they always think that there's the next day to do things, until they just realize that they are already dying without accomplishing a single thing.
Ohh Gawd, I'm awfully bored.. Procrastination and boredom goes together, like coffee and cream. Because if I am doing things, then I shouldn't be here writing this entry and feeiling bored to death at the same time.
I am given to procrastination and idleness, is there a worse combination than that?
The national election is fast approaching, and alongside this event are the ubiquitous faces of the politicians running for office. Really, they are everywhere! Roadside posters, infomercials, political jingles, Fiesta/Holiday/Graduation greetings, you can even see their posters outside the churches for crying out loud!
And we are sick of it! Can't you just save your millions, rather our millions, for something more worthy? We already know your names, the office that you're running for, et cetera. There's no reason to bombard the public with your faces every single nanosecond! Allow us to take a breather, we can think for ourselves. We aren't dumb. At the end of the day, you'll lose, or you'll be elected depending on your credentials, your capability to answer issues, ability to synthesize plans, and your platforms.
No, we don't need your promises that you'll help the poor, not ALL Filipinos is that poor! We don't need your dead parents campaigning for you! We don't need you neither giving houses, nor showering people money. We want to know what you can do, and your ability to face issues being thrown at you. Yes, I'm talking to you Aquino and Villar!
I would be gone Like the leaves on an autumn day I would be gone Mingling with the drops of rain I would dance Among the eddies of dust Enveloping the streets. I would sleep among the sands Of the beach touching people's feet Laughter would be silenced Lips would be closed Eyes would no longer see Hands would no longer be free Heart would fail to beat Secrets would be forever in keep And your memoirs of my existence Would someday too cease to exist 3:34PM; 1.20.2010
Inertia
Days would pass, The same as the last. Evening would wake As everybody else is an a coma. Two dozen of hours, Not different from the other. This existence so monotonous! With no paroxysms, Neither accidents, Nor happy tales to be told. With no new acquaintance, Neither enemy, Nor an old friend coming home. It is a straight line, Neither deviating once, Nor slightly changing direction. Oh, how could they say Life is so precious, And that I ought to love her? 3:42PM; 1.20.2010
The Mayor
Ambition is consuming his being Haughtiness making him tall Self-importance making him wide With mind filled With selfish desires He is the king of immense vanity Dictator of his anarchic state Self-made protector of personal gains With a manor enveloping the entire plain Swines!-- Mortals are for his eyes Impoverished devices Necessary for his rise Gold is his power Evil is his Zeus Inferno is his heaven And himself is his curse 12:22AM;1.21.2010