My OperaI am the prophet of doom...
Thursday, June 3, 2004 3:41:43 PM
... in search of the Filipino dream. But before I elaborate on the Filipino dream part, let me start with my title.
On 26.May, I wrote an entry about the sacking of Carlos Queiroz at Madrid, I mentioned that a return to Man United was possible. "So?" you ask? Well, baby, he's back at United. Now aren't I good? Come on, admit it, you're pretty impressed with my amazing powers of knowing what's going to happen since I've done it lots of times already. Come on, don't be shy, admit it, I won't gloat. ADMIT IT, DAMMIT!
Now that that's out of the way, allow me the opportunity of elaborating the "in search of the Filipino dream" part.
The Filipino dream. What the hell is the Filipino dream anyway? Is it studying nursing or caregiving or physical therapy, wasting hundreds of thousands of pesos waiting for papers to be processed only to go to some foreign land and take care of some sickly old nearing-their-deathbed people, sometimes even getting scammed out of the money? Is it humiliating one's self by joining all those TV game shows, or at this time, TV "reality" shows, therefore gaining the fabled fairy tale of fame and fortune? Is it betting on the lottery, in the hope of getting lucky and winning hundreds of millions of pesos, without realising that the money wasted on betting could actually lift them out of poverty?
Again, what the hell is the Filipino dream anyway? Would being a politician dreaming of saving this country, but eventually succumbing to corruption considered the Filipino dream? Or is it as Patricia Evangelista put it? To become "blonde, blue eyed and white," and waking up to a bright snowy Christmas morning?
It's troubling how this is affecting me. Society's causing me to act up again, and taking SA21 has only made me question these things even more. If our society can't provide us with the means to achieve the goal it set for us, what happens to us? We'll most likely end up in jail if we even think of being deviant, which would be a weird thing since we're only trying to "go for goal."
That up there's been written on impulse. I haven't really thought it through so save your flames for someone who really cares, like yo mama.
On 26.May, I wrote an entry about the sacking of Carlos Queiroz at Madrid, I mentioned that a return to Man United was possible. "So?" you ask? Well, baby, he's back at United. Now aren't I good? Come on, admit it, you're pretty impressed with my amazing powers of knowing what's going to happen since I've done it lots of times already. Come on, don't be shy, admit it, I won't gloat. ADMIT IT, DAMMIT!
Now that that's out of the way, allow me the opportunity of elaborating the "in search of the Filipino dream" part.
The Filipino dream. What the hell is the Filipino dream anyway? Is it studying nursing or caregiving or physical therapy, wasting hundreds of thousands of pesos waiting for papers to be processed only to go to some foreign land and take care of some sickly old nearing-their-deathbed people, sometimes even getting scammed out of the money? Is it humiliating one's self by joining all those TV game shows, or at this time, TV "reality" shows, therefore gaining the fabled fairy tale of fame and fortune? Is it betting on the lottery, in the hope of getting lucky and winning hundreds of millions of pesos, without realising that the money wasted on betting could actually lift them out of poverty?
Again, what the hell is the Filipino dream anyway? Would being a politician dreaming of saving this country, but eventually succumbing to corruption considered the Filipino dream? Or is it as Patricia Evangelista put it? To become "blonde, blue eyed and white," and waking up to a bright snowy Christmas morning?
It's troubling how this is affecting me. Society's causing me to act up again, and taking SA21 has only made me question these things even more. If our society can't provide us with the means to achieve the goal it set for us, what happens to us? We'll most likely end up in jail if we even think of being deviant, which would be a weird thing since we're only trying to "go for goal."
That up there's been written on impulse. I haven't really thought it through so save your flames for someone who really cares, like yo mama.
