[fanfiction] Slow Separation + [fanart] Intramuros and some Juan love (I hope)
Title: Slow SeparationWarnings: Strange musings, Angst, fail POV, you’re definitely going to berate me for this, IT’S THIS DARN FAIL PROSE-POETRY AGAIN. OTL + failtastic fanart because digital art is like the freakin matrix to me
Pairings: None
Rated: PG for sad, sad tone of POV and a sudden whip-slash of comedy(?) in the omake
Characters: OC!Philippines, mention of PNoy + Intramuros in the fanart
Summary: We are one; the people and our country. Or are we?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except this little idea, which may or may not make you want to kill me. OTL
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I shared their laughter
They shared mine
I shared their pain
They shared mine
They shed tears for me
Their tears were mine
Time had passed
We have become detached
Sometimes, we were no longer one
If that was so
Why do I still hear them?
Their hopes
Their laments
Their prayers
And their dreams
I could still hear them
Loud and clear
We are one
Are we one?
It's much more discernible now
Their thoughts from mine
It used to be much harder to tell
But not anymore
These foreign ideas
These alien concepts
They are not mine
Where do they come from?
Globalization
Urbanization
Modification
Had always been viewed as something beneficial
Something essential
Something beautiful
And I will admit
It was beneficial
It was essential
Was it beautiful?
It was not enjoyable
When the limit had been breached
And there was more than I could handle.
The warm outdoors
Had been replaced by the cold machinery
That they call technology
Nobody climbed trees anymore
Nobody ran through fields anymore
Nobody swam in the river anymore
They could not
It had all been polluted
My beliefs
They were fading
Smaller and smaller they became
In the hearts of my people
Who could blame them?
The media was too careless
It was no longer my laughter
Just theirs
The laughter swished with too much wine
With too much money
With too much lies
It was almost all pain
Mine and theirs
Pain and pity
The pain of reality
And how truly pitiful it could be
They no longer shed tears for me
It is only my tears that I shed for myself
How different I have become
When I never wanted to be
Do they still love me?
A question even I could not answer
Even when all I had to do
Was to look inside myself to see it
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Notes:
If you've made it this far, I sincerely thank you with all my heart. m(_ _)m
So, here's my little contribution for Independence day threatened coaxed out of me by wayward_and_me and inspired by all the brilliant authors of this comm. (An extremely early one at that because I know the comm will go Krakatoa on the day itself)
SO ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, PACHO? HUH? ARE YOU STILL GOING TO KILL ME?
Next, the hopefully more light-hearted omake that I'm pretty sure is just as bad as the bastardization up there.
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Today was June 12, 2011.
As Juan made his way down the stairs in a red v-neck and trusty old pair of jeans, the
ringtone of an old song resounded. He dug through his pockets (wow, did these get
tighter?) to pull out his cellphone, a recent little orange model bought from the relatively
new phone brand his people had created.
Ginoong Pangulo, the screen read.
Flipping it open, he answered his boss politely with "Magandang umaga, Pangulo."
The voice that greeted him back was an irate one. "Juan, nasaan ka na? Hinihintay ka
namin!"
Juan smiled, continuing his descent. "Sori, boss, 'di ako papasok ngayon."
"Hah!?" the president cried disbelievingly. "Juan, anong sinasabi mo!? Napakahalaga
ang araw na ito, dapat pumasok ka! Hoy! Juan! Nakikinig ka b-!"
Beep.
Juan smirked as he stowed his cellphone, twirling a great set of keys in his hand. After
assuring that nothing was forgotten, he threw the main door wide open and breathed in
the hot and humid air of his country.
Today was June 12, 2011; his hundred and thirteenth birthday of being an independent
country.
But today, he wasn't going as a nation or a country or the fatherland or the Philippines.
Today, he was going as just Juan dela Cruz, a regular human being. No foreign
thoughts, no foreign feelings, and definitely no body pain with regard to the archipelago
whatsoever.
For one day, he planned to forget being an embodiment and just live his birthday to the
best he can.
After all, didn't he deserve it?
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Notes
Well that was strange indeed.
I woke up at four in the wee hours of the morning, and this just suddenly came to mind.
Damn. Early morning hours really does something to a person, doesn't it? I mean, I
didn't even know I could actually put together that conversation of Juan and President
Noynoy together (even through it's short, and probably full of grammar mistakes) since
my Tagalog had really gone down as I grew up. OTL
And now, the failtastic art.
One for Salazar, wayward_and_me 's awesome OC that is Intramuros.
what are clean lines?
And one for Juan. Feel free to rage because it's my first time digitally "painting".
It was originally supposed to depict Ayala Triangle Gardens when Colors of Freedom was taking place (since that was my early piece for Independence day but decided to go for the prose-poetry instead OTL) but I figured that that kind of background would be too complicated to draw, especially for a Level 0 like me.
eyes are non-existent in my digital art
And so, ends my post for Independence Day. I am prepared for either being bricked,
flayed, or shot dead. I'd prefer the last, if you don't mind, since it's much less painful.
Maligayang kaarawan, ang aking mahal na bayan!
(seriously, where is all this Tagalog coming from?)
Er, by the way, do I add my own artist tag now? OTL Sorry mods. But, if there ever was an addition to the tags, please make Salazar's first. He's been waiting way too long.