|This is an exact replica of the post card sold then |
that we submitted as projects
for Sibika and Kultura or Hekasi.
I still remember when I was in 2nd Grade having a regular night time session of memorizing and learning 10 words from a specific letter in the alphabet. Let's say this Monday 10 words from letter A, tomorrow 10 from B, next 10 from C and so on. It was just my idea and my parents didn't even know about it. They were even wondering why I'm always with our bulky dictionary the whole time I'm at home even while watching TV.
But don't ask me now for I've never succeeded. Hay like reading all the books and learning a new language I gave up, I'm too young to waste my life racing with a polymath. I realized that when I reached high school so I wasted my time somewhere, on something different but I still love reading yet not so much that it had to be the center of my life.
Hey, this should be about Rizal not me. Sorry I forgot, got carried away on the nostalgia... haha.
So Rizal or "Pepe" as called by his family is the Philippines National Hero. (see wiki) The seventh child with 10 siblings, 9 of whom were girls. A son of Francisco Mercado Rizal, a farmer and Teodora Alonzo y Quintos both from distinguished families.
Indeed Rizal is a genius of his time, the Tagalog Hamlet. He can rival Shakespeare with his works and may be even more.
Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.
To live is to be among men, and to be among men is to struggle, a struggle not only with them but with oneself; with their passions, but also with one's own.
Filipinos don't realize that victory is the child of struggle, that joy blossoms from suffering, and redemption is a product of sacrifice.
The tyranny of some is possible only through the cowardice of others.
The world laughs at another man's pain.
He who would love much has also much to suffer.
I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or oppressors;
Where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God.
I borrowed the title from this essay:
|By the way, Yo Lolo Jose, Happy 150th bday |
and in case you're still too busy up there
you're a pretty cool icon now!
In case you would want to know, I know your famous line:
"Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika ay higit pa sa isang malansang isda"
I have a great excuse it's called globalization. I'm writing so that I'm relatable and everyone can understand me but I talk in my dialect.
Hmmm, Now I just want to ask you why did you write most of your writings in a different language, specifically in the mother tongue of the oppressors?
And in what language are your thoughts, mine is a pretty give away here in my blog... =)