It has been quite some time since the Americans have invaded our land. They've left so many things that changed us Filipinos; especially in our culture. Those developments have really made us Filipinos act differently, from the way we dress, act and the way parents name their children and the way we talk with each other. And I believe I am one of them.
Society has really changed, and so did we. People tend to use English more often nowadays. In schools, they teach English to almost every year level including children from the nursery level. Most parents prefer to teach their kids English since they think that it'll be better and they would look smart. In speaking with foreigners we tend to adjust ourselves and use English in our conversations and almost in every conversation that may seem formal. We can't avoid it since it has almost been like a habit for most people.
Some Filipinos in the farther part of the Philippines, or should we say people who are in the deep parts of provinces are encountering problems like - no read, no write. That has always been a problem, since their are fellow citizens and they must have the right to learn our native tongue. Yet sadly those people who have enough money seem to focus on teaching their kids with an advance education. Not saying that it is wrong but those teaches, would probably focus on the English language. While the Tagalog language, forgotten or if not, they are not that familiar with it.
Like other people I too am a victim of these changes. Honestly I would prefer reading an English novel than a Tagalog one. It is simply because I was trained or my parents have already taught me English long ago. Even in my first years of studying, English was a must. Since that day, my tongue became quite or somewhat fluent with it. Reading a Filipino story straightly would bore me, not unless the story's about a really catchy love story or just something that could catch my attention. If it's not like that then I would lay that book down and do something else,before, but now I try to comprehend every word and if possible read the whole paragraph or sentence again. Because I assure you, I wouldn't understand it that well but even so I'll keep on trying.
There are also those people who are very much fluent with our native tongue. They are the people who have been practicing or are well aware of our language. And I salute to them since most of them are not only good with our language but at the same time also with the foreign language like English.
But even after all of these, we made an event that would let everyone recognize our language, which is called "Buwan ng Wika" where in we celebrate it for that month we do things that would make us remember our culture and literature.
We are simply leaving in a fast changing and modernized world that makes us adapt to it and slowly adjust to it. If we don't we get left behind, but if we do succeed we get the chance to walk the same path as they do. Just like Mr. Viru said in the movie '3 Idiots' - "...Life is a race...".
I wonder, what happens when I'm all asleep and midnight comes? It all makes my curiosity boost up. Well I have waited this long, I should give it a try and observe.
I am now walking around my room and found a knave person staring back at me; it was me, a reflection of myself in the mirror. I crept slowly and opened my door and found my brother lying on the couch who was just in a baccalaureate an hour ago, better not disturb him. Passing through the hallways that seemed to be an unending path I over heard my older sister talking garrulously on the new phone she got last month, the rapport bond between my sister and her friend must be really strong since not even I could listen to her tales that seemed to be forever. I finally reached the stairs and found my father in front of the television. The epithet words my father was using was directed to the epitaph; he is currently watching a zombie movie. The moonlight on the Diamond Chandelier somewhat enlightens our living room and it somehow makes me feel good to see clear light. The unanimous decision of my parents regarding the arrangement of the house is good. I am now by the window and a conspicuous group of cats where in some queue, I bet they're waiting for fish or something. I also think that that trash bin is their rendezvous every midnight. Walking around the house made me thirsty for milk, so I went to the kitchen to open the fridge. The milk in my mug was a bit superfluous so I just quaff and guzzle it down, like someone's even gonna take it away from me. I think that's enow, I have already quenched my thirst. I now overhear mother and father talking about my auntie's wraith which was somewhat disturbing since its already past twelve. I notice the assemblage of the cats and their number is somewhat increasing and this thoughts came up to my mind - it's like their giving a plebiscite about the fish and who will receive it. They all seemed to "meow", I guess they all acquiesced to the decision perhaps. Doing a surveillance on this feline friends of mine suddenly makes me crave for a parfait; it's very uncommon for me to crave for something this late. I then stumble upon my brothers rambunctious room, he really is a buffoon for making his room look like a circus. The uncouth feeling that my brother never did stayed too long in his room made me wonder, why did he even beg for a room of his own. I can remember how he always disturbs mother, he was a bit tautology for asking the same question or phrase over and over again. A vociferate noise of a girl suddenly awakens my senses. I then found my father watching a Sleuth marathon and the girl was currently being chased. I am now looking for some accommodation since that really creeped me out. I guess I was never that auspicious in life, sigh, many unlucky things are currently happening to me. I believe it's because of me being vacuous or a wit since I am a bit juvenile. But I'm usually taciturn, I mean my family members haven't seen me said a hundred words straight at them. Well I believe it's because I am a connoisseur; not that I'm being proud or anything but I like to do conversations on the paper. I'm getting ennui from staring at this Sleuth show, I'll just head back to my room. I am a bit coy to pass by my sleeping brother; weird 'cause his my brother, since he's soundly sleeping and I might disturb him and he looks really grungy. And this unpleasant look of him is very obnoxious to my sight and I know myself that I am more punctilious than him, well I should really get going.
I am now appeased and becoming a bit faineant since it's already 2 o'clock in the morning. My piffle talking sister and my somewhat contumacious brother makes me wonder what am I then? Well that's for me to answer next time, but right now I'll be shutting my eyes and get myself a goodnight sleep. I am but an ephebe child in this fast changing world and many people like to courtier to get something; like my sister, but I bet I won't change (I hope). Well good night stars that twinkle in the sky, good night my shimmering and glimmering moon and good night to everyone that has life and still breathes.
