Sitting alone on my desk yet in the company of my students, I got me into thinking mode again — it seems the contemplative mood has been going on for days now. Something not too ordinary for me because I don’t consider myself the most contemplative person unless things which call for contemplation (sounds like Flor Contemplacion though, hehe) crop up. Though it’s a bit foolish to admit that this ongoing blogging saga has affected me even in my reverie (ahem…lalim noon, ah!)…I am not ashamed to admit that I am, indeed affected…because you know the answer as to why I am affected. (Hayaan nyo na lang kasi ako…)
Yahoo 360 is a virtual community where we are connected with people through words…and then, if circumstances allow, enable us to build lasting friendships in the real world. I have just mentioned that it is a community where words are used as medium of communication (eh, sa true to life, words pa din eh…labo mo!) — words that are vicious, friendly, loving, endearing, nurturing, hateful, spiteful, sarcastic —basta words, yon na yun! It is true that the pen — no, the keyboard — is mightier than the sword.
Most of us are aware that the whole world roams with us in this virtual community. We know that when we play, whether we play slyly, honestly or any way we do, the world sits in the sidelines watching us play our game. Most of us also know that a lot of us in this community have been wanting to address the issue of malice, scandals and intrigues — or at least prevent them from growing into gigantic proportions — before everything is dragged into the real arena —too far from the supposed anonymity and safety of the virtual realm. I guess, it’s time for these issues to be addressed to protect innocent lives and families who will undoubtedly be dragged into the murky limelight.
Venting out, we claim, is not all evil. I agree. After all, we only reacted to a certain stimuli. Venting isn’t bad. I do it every once in a while to let off steam…and hopefully get rid of negative energy (which successfully puts in more negative energy by the way).Vent out … but when venting out is already spiced with malice and is motivated by personal vendetta, I guess it’s time to reassess if the motivating factor for venting out is still legitimate and safe. Because sooner or later, whether each person is aware or not, when innocent lives have been jeopardised, demoralized and unwillingly dragged into the tangled web caused by what innocently started as a careless stroke of the pen and takes into real life actions in a hungry quest for revenge, everything will be too late. Then the sharing, the friendship which originally started out as fun becomes a nightmare.
I don’t plead innocent — I am a big liar if I say so. I haven’t been idly watching by the sidelines while all the games have been played. I am the biggest hypocrite if I say I haven’t taken part in making this virtual community of Filipinas and foreigners what it has become at present. And if everyon’e honest enough…the Filipinas concerned at least, they would admit that they have, in one way or another, fanned the fire of malice and hatred until it has blown into what it has become now. Fine, dear friends and fellow Filipinas, with a little help from each and everyone of us, we just have succeeded in showing the world just how much percentage of the CRAB we have in us. Doesn’t everyone deserve a hearty congratulations for that? And yet we point an accusing finger toward another crab for supposedly dragging us down when in fact, in all honesty, it was our own crabby clumsiness which caused us to slide from our “vantage point” perch in the comfortable container where we have been placed.
And I tell you, intelligent crabs like moi, the world is watching the ongoing prime time show with such gusto — I would even bet my singkong duling that they have their “manok” — the one whom they have groomed in their minds to emerge the victor. But why am I mentioning manok when we are supposedly talking about the crabs that we have proven ourselves to be — the concerned Filipinas of Yahoo 360…and that includes yours truly. If you want a standard bearer for us, crabs, I am in for a deal., hehe. O, walang hintuturong ipakita, ha…kakagatin ko ‘yan. Sabi nga ni Hitler (pero si Hitler nga ba ‘yon?), the moment you point a finger to someone, three fingers point back at you.. Ayan, nasama pati si Hitler. Baka pagkatapos nito, hindi lang mga galunggong, este crabs pala ang papapak sa ‘kin. Baka kako ma infect na ako ng German measles. “Sensya na. Biro lang po para gumaan naman ng konti ang mood…medyo mabigat kasi ang tira ko today, eh.
But… hindi pa ako tapos. Malayo pa ang final period so, kuha ka muna ng miryende, hane…nang hindi mangisay sa gutom.
To say peace and let bygones be bygones is nothing but hypocrisy at this point. If, an I’m sorry at this time is too difficult to speak…nakakabikig sa lalamunan — or too laborious to type kasi biglang napilay (???) ang hintuturo mo sa katataype (o sa kaka-pin point?), it is understandable. Hearts have been broken, relationships have been severed. Too many people haven’t had a peaceful sleep since this started. ‘Yung iba nga, ilang beses nang nagpalit ng reseta para sa alta presyon…feel nyo matigok na kayo? It’s never easy to let bygones be bygones and dismiss everything as water under the bridge. But if everyone’s mind is opened a bit wider — just anough to let me and my humble opinion in — (bakeet, sino ka vahhh?) they would agree with me when I say we can never resolve this issue unless someone shouts “CEASEFIRE!”. Stop the hurling of hurting words to and fro…kasi me nabubukol nang wala namang kinalaman. I could summarize what I am trying to say in this paragraph in the language of one year old kids: WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! (Literal translation: Ang gugulo ninyo. Kung ‘di kayo titigil, pag-uuntugin ko’ng ulo ninyo!)
Silence, at this point, is indeed golden. I have an idea ngayon kung bakit mas mainam ang buhay ng bulag, ng pipi at ng bingi — walang pakialam sa mundo ‘ika nga. But don’t get me wrong. I am not giving any of my senses up…maybe in a hundred years, I would entertain the idea.
Kidding aside, my fellow Filipinas, where will this journey of spite and hatred end? And when? Are we going to watch in the sidelines and make our bet too? Why don’t we make a wee bit of difference? At alam kong alam mo kung ano ang magagawa mo, kapwa ko Pinay.
I am writing this in an attempt to stop — to put a period — to the saga. I know it won’t be easy because right now, the most popular keys in the kayboard are &*%$#@!)(_+…. But in time, in God’s perfect time, may pipindot din sa (.)… period ‘yan, tange… kala mo boob?
And with everything being said, I now put in my final period.
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