Why You Shouldn't Be Ashamed Of Your Language
When Jessica Sanchez became a finalist for American Idol Season 11, we made Facebook posts about how #ProudToBePinoy we all were seeing her represent us out there.
When Manny Pacquiao battled it out with Flloyd Mayweather during the #FightOfTheCentury, we were all quick to tweet out the red, blue, & yellow heart emojis together with the tiny little flag.
When Pia Wurtzbach was crowned as the 2015 Miss Universe, we trended #FilipinoPride as if we knew what that even felt like.
When Darren Criss and Vanessa Hudgens revealed their Southeast Asian heritage, we cheered them on and smirked as we proclaimed "Yeah, I'm Filipino, too" every time someone foreign brought it up, like we had the right to bathe in the glory of in their hard-earned success simply because we both knew what adobo was.
Why do we do this? Why do we scramble to glorify even the tiniest drop of Pinoy blood in an international figure, but when it's time to prove ours through speaking in the native tongue, pride is traded in for the worst kind of prejudice.
"Only poor people speak it," you might think in disgust. But here's the thing: The language or the people who use it isn't the problem—uyou are. You look at a priceless dialogue rich in history and heritage, but choose to attach a barcode to it, anyway. You look at the hardworking and persevering members of our community, but degrade their achievements by ostracizing them because you unjustly tried to quantify their immeasurable value based on the money in their wallets.
Prosperous or penniless, the Filipino language is for anyone who knows a wealthy dialect when they hear one.
"It's not classy." someone might say with a grimace. "It makes you sound uneducated." But how does being fluent in one of the world's most complex and unique languages associate to a lack of education? How does being able to say one English word in 15 different Filipino ways equate to illiteracy? How does being able to describe sensations that the English vocabulary cannot articulate translate to ignorance? How does having the capacity to speak the juxtaposition of native and foreign dialects equal to unenlightenment?
The Filipino language is for the truly cultured individuals, and not the class-A knock offs.
Annihilate the mentality that our language breeds in a negative light. Our ancestors did not fight for our independence and individuality from our colonizers just so we could bury all their hardwork underneath a pile of pretentious jargon. Although there is nothing wrong with appreciating our sister language, we must not forget that first and foremost, our dedication is to the mother tongue.
So before you hesitate to speak in Tagalog, remember: there is only one F word you should think twice about saying out loud, and it's not "Filipino."
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I've been investing in arts, photography, and writing. I've also got back to reading the other day and I finished reading this amazing book entitled 300 Things I Hope by Iain S. Thomas. It is all about the things the author hopes his readers to do in all aspects of life. So, I decided to make a version of it with all of the things I'm hoping for.
I hope I get to see my friends be successful in life. I hope to make a big mural someday. I hope to be a well-known artist like the artists I look up to. I hope to marry the person I am in love with today. I hope to be a little kinder to myself. I hope to see happiness even in the smallest things. I hope to travel the world. I hope to be a good mother and a wife to my future family. I hope to have my artworks displayed in a gallery or an exhibit. I hope to learn more about creative writing. I hope I won't learn how to get tired and give up my passion. I hope I won't get too hard on myself whenever I don't get the results I've been wanting to see in my works. I hope to love myself more even on the days I hate it the most. I hope to lead and empower women; to be their voice and for them to believe in themselves that they can be the woman they look up to. And when I've reached my limit of these things, I hope I won't get tired of reminding myself that my emotions don't make me weak, hence, makes me stronger. These are some of the things I always hope for. What about you? What are you hoping for?
I started fixing myself this quarantine. I mean, I started trying makeup products. As a teen, I'm on my phone almost every hour of the day, scroll on my social media accounts, especially Instagram, and also Pinterest where you get to see nice and pleasing photography by bunch of amazing and beautiful people from different parts of the world. So I started taking my own as well. I did not know that taking your own photo and try to get an Instagramable one is sooooooooo hard, it's exhausting. I do not have alot of space in my room, and I would definitely not do it outside our house because of Corona Virus, and I don't want to be seen by our neighbors HAHA so I have no choice but to make tiis inside my room.
Out of atleast 25 shots, only 2 are a nice picture. While I'm all sweaty and tired, I am proud of what I could do beyond my comfort zone. And this definitely built my self confidence, (and I secret love the compliments I received from both people I know and don't know) It's not my first time visiting in here, Candy! But I'm new to writing my thoughts and experiences, so bare with me HAHA.
Until next time!
First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.