30/08/2026
Today is August 31, 2026.
I do not want to write a cookie cutter HR friendly nonsense. Be honest with yourself, would you really want to eat a water flavored cookie? Do you really want to read a very sterile block of text?
Our country is a craphole. But it is not an excuse to just give up. Our ancestors shed their blood through combat and composition, through blades and ink, and through sheer determination despite the odds and twists, betrayal and unfulfilled promises.
Do not gorge yourselves with flowery words, a crispy five hundred peso bill, a pack of plain ass noodles, and three cans of spicy sardines. Con the con, take them but stand your ground. However, we must not glorify our struggles in the system as if it is a badge of resiliency or some nonsense either. If we have to struggle, we must struggle on our choice if we'll have adobo or paksiw - not struggle if we will even be able to eat once per day. If you were born with a silver spoon and reject this, your opinion doesn't count. Shut your piehole and your youtube channel promoting gambling and your foreigner spouse doing pinoybait video #82728292 eating balut and isaw.
Struggles in life are meant to be short-term. Very short term. It is meant as a buildup for something grand, not pain and suffering.
Do not let the out of touch specimens in suits and gowns tell you what to do. You know your situation damn well, therefore you must act or at least voice it out. Do not gather sympathy, you must gather awareness and spread it. Merely receiving "prayers" for you is patronizing. Yap is crass, act is class.
Screw your rags-to-riches soap opera trope from channel 7 or channel 2, go wash your hands and touch grass. It's 2026, not 1986, not 1946, not 1866. I don't want 2036 to end up remaining exactly as it is. Give me a flying car sold by Sarao Motors. Your so-called "good old days" are, well, indeed old days. Ngayon ay ngayon, hindi kahapon, hindi noon. Nostalgia is an analgesia not a bakuna.
Even today, the society is fighting inwards like a pit of freed roosters with spurs. We do not want division. We do not want subtraction. We must agree to disagree, if we cannot totally agree. We have a bigger fish to fry, and we have a bigger lechon to devour. We may be adversaries by the colors and ideals, but we are allies for the same group of islands we thrive on, no matter how much water separates us.
We, the youth, must stand tall and proud. We do not need to shed blood, we need to shed shockwaves of our cries for a better future. We live to love this piece of s**t country, we breathe to bask in the natural pride of the shabby home, and we are angry towards the damn person at the next floor in the same building we live in as they keep being ignorant on the lower floors. Patayuin ang mga nakaupo. Gawing gulong ang tatsulok.
Be angry at that one old bastard who told our nation is better ran like hell by ourselves, not heaven by the foreigners. No, no, no. We must run the country ourselves like Midgard. Not hell, not heaven. Paradise is a scam sold by snakeoil salesmen and dropshippers in Tiktok. And our own Yggdrasil is not the narra, but the coconut tree, bearing coconuts, which is not a giant nut. There's no Valhalla, only bahala na.
Do not be a damn acolyte or a zealot telling disasters are caused by the lack of faith or because someone is an atheist, and do not be an extremely progressive nose-ringer screeching about wrong pronouns because you can't use a woman's bathroom either.
Be at the center. Know both sides, but they should never swallow you, only dip your toes on their waters. Embrace some of the elements, reject some of the elements. Yin and yang. Pandesal at pansit canton. Dinuguan at p**o. Spaghetti at lumpia. Fishball at kwek-wkek. Happy birthday.
We do not want to be in squalor, therefore we must take action by whatever appropriate means, be it helping others, voicing our opinions, and of course, taking our patriotism into our hearts.
Not nationalism, but patriotism. We do not want to become the cohort of nightmare that ended up as a sinister severly misunderstood fashion show played by unsupervised and unloved children. Mga nanay at tatay, bigyan niyo ng aruga hindi lang mga anak niyo, kundi mga sarili niyo rin.
In a loose sense, our ancestors complained, therefore we should as well. Because we do not complain without a cause. We complain because we deserve better, not because we are too demanding. We are entitled to have a stronger future, a bright one - not a stupid utopia promised by a bum who begged money from his best friend that butterflied into a mountainous meatgrinder for an unattainable goal while the puppetmaster died in the land where the water was drained and dominated.
We need an honest future. We need a realistic future.
The only -ism we need to be is becoming a very aware organism in this biosphere filled with snakes and crocodiles. Not the other idealistic -isms propagated by mountain canned corned beef and/or cringe ass edgelord larpers wearing black shirts and cheap ass balaclava with skull print from Temu.
We already have an innate Filipino civic and social ideology that never got named, at this point, call it "Bayanihanism", trademark pending.
Be skeptical and doubtful in a healthy way. As my favorite teacher said during a STE matter back in 2013: ask, think, find out. Maging magaling, wag magmagaling. Maging marunong, wag magmarunong.
Our ancestors are great heroes, therefore, we should follow their steps. We know what is ours, therefore we must fight for it, by any proper means necessary.
No need to shed more blood, we have to drain the flood, and let the scallywags be casted away to the land of Nod or something.
We are the key to the room we found ourselves locked in. Mula Batanes, hanggang Spratlys, hanggang Jolo. Wherever you may are, even outside the PAR or the whole world, or even the whole damn solar system, or inside the Mohorovicic while drinking coffee.
It is in our hands now. We are set to be ordinary heroes at the bottom. But still heroes. Not the Great Saiyaman, just Mumen Rider at best, although some of you act like Master Pogi instead. Maybe ambitious, maybe preposterous, maybe outrageous. But we have to do our part, big or small, macro or micro. Insane or mundane. Just do your thing, damn it.
Fullfill the wishes of Rizal.
Because if not us, then who?
🇵🇭 Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!
Tagumpay na nagniningning, hindi pasisiil.
