Earlier this afternoon, I was stopped by an older man for not stopping for the national anthem.
I nodded and muttered an “I don’t have any respect left for the country/ I have lost my faith in this country (I forgot my exact statement but you get the gist)” while he threw eye daggers at me, stood still and waited for the lyrics “buhay ay langit sa piling mo, aming ligaya na pag may nang-aapi, ang mamatay ng dahil sayo,” shook my head in disdain and despair, gave him a smile, and walked away with my British-flag-bearing high heels making clicking noises along with my stride.
“Buhay ay langit sa piling mo, ang mamatay ng dahil sayo.” I apologize, but most of us are just Filipinos by label. We only tread the roads of this country, but aside from being geographically attached to this archipelago, we are oh so fond of false nationalism.
May nang-aapi, my ass. We are only victims because we chose to be such, because most of us like blaming the government and our history for what we all are responsible for.
Inang Bayan, were you really raped or you just didn’t like the sex?
May 16, 2012