SM: We've got it all for you

This post has nothing to do with the SM of business tycoon, Henry Sy. Though the title says it does. This is all about my mere opinions and views with regard to my version of SM - Social Media.

It has been a fact that Social Media is one of the greatest discoveries the world is enjoying. To a circle of greens and blues, this SM literally provides the whatnot boys and girls of all ages wish to have. From the answers of simple mathematical conversions to buying the lingerie worn by those hot angels of VS. It's there. Type the words down that search engine and voila! Results a la mode on a silver platter. SM got it all for you, indeed.

You have to consider your internet connection, though.

Anyhow, because of social media, netizens become more aware and concerned about the current events happening around. The national government agencies, local government units, and any other relevant organizations have an idea about ordinary people's views because of their posts about certain matters on social media. Family members and friends get updated about their loved ones who work overseas or who are just next door. Companies and entrepreneurs become aware of their prospective employees through the achievements and skills posted online.

It's a very big plus!

However, there are those who irresponsibly use their social media accounts. Some even go to the extent of bashing and insulting people because of the belief that social media equals "freedom". It's sad to note that social media is being viewed that way. It results to some people abusing it.

Two of my friends experienced the so called "friendship over" because of an unwarranted F with the blue background post. It's shocking to see two close friends fighting within the four sides of a laptop.

Because of the abused freedom of expression, anybody could just deliver his message to his receiver without any filter. There are also people who use their accounts to gain online fame. It’s fine, yes. But it is only fine if the posts are for the good.

I have seen many people’s accounts “delivering news”, they say. However, the kind of “news” they share to their online followers are those that have unverified contents and are not factual. Some even post photos of pitiful people involved in accidents thinking that they are doing something worthy, which I believe is not. It’s vanity in my eyes, I must say - #famewhore.

There are commendable actions and battles being done online, but there are those that make me face palm. The negativities and sorry posts on the net are those that degrade the worth of SM.

As always said, "If you have nothing good to say, SHUT UP!"

But with me, no need to shut up, if you know how to say things properly and politely.

More SM, yes! To responsible and polite netizens only.

Peace and kisses!

-Jave A. Matugas-

January 4, 2017

The Oblivion

Everything is present, only that consciousness is not there.
Everything is visible, only that awareness is not entertained.
Everything is for the eyes, only that vision is not used.
Everything is planned, only that it is not realized.

Most of the time, we face the games of life, not that we choose to, but because we have to.
We are given choices to choose from, options even, in order for deep discernment, and later on, decision.
We are provided with guidelines as our bases for the proper release of our inner power.
We are handed with the gems of daily living to survive the tremor of the earth.

With all the greatness that God offered, it is now a piece of cake to react on the difficulties in life, but the question is, "Why are we still going on the wrong road?"

Why are we not responding accurately to the demands of our society?
Why are we voting the wrong person to sit on the chair of dominion?
Why are we doing nothing to answer the call of change?

We are taking things lightly. We only say something worthy because of the spur of the moment.
We were never serious. We never took consideration. We never end procrastination. We never reply. We never heed the call.

We are notified, but we don't answer.
We are selfish individuals because we do not care.
We neglect because we take revenge.

Are we still good enough when we already threw away our cares to oblivion?



-Jave A. Matugas-
February 27, 2013

Consciousness One

Life is like theater.

 

Even when you practice again and again and again, 
          
the actual performance would be the only thing that matters.




-Jave A. Matugas-
January 10, 2013

Neither

Neither am I prim and proper

Nor am I meek and humble

Neither do I have the sweetest gesture

Nor do I have statistics that mumble

Neither do I look graciously

With features I proudly show

Nor do I speak words numerously

That on my aesthetic mouth flow

Neither have I sugared smile

That makes all boys bend their knees

Neither have I lots of pile

That makes all statements cease

I am but a sleeping duckling

Ready to rise at any meridian

Waiting for the clock’s perfect ticking

Of turning myself into a beautiful swan

-Jave A.Matugas-
April 7, 2012

I wrote this poem three days before my eighteenth birthday. I dedicate this "piece of art" to myself.

Da, Mayra!

DA, MAYRA!

Characters:

Samantha

Samara

Samuel

Samantha:       Hay, salamat. Nahuman na gyod intawn atong gipang-andam nga mga pagkaon para sa atong surprise nilang mama ug papa para sa ilang anniversary. After three hours, kompleto na gyod ang putahe nga atong giandam.

Samara:           Sakto gyod ka, Samantha. Gikapoy baya gyod ko aning buhata, pero para nilang mama, ako gyong giantos ang kakapoy.

Samantha:       Ang cake pud nga atong gihagoan, na-bake na gyod. Heart pa baya gyod ang porma ani. Chocolate pa gyod. Ug ato na sab na-design-an og mga icing nga mga buwak. Puwede na god ko makapahuway. Salamat intawn.

Samara: Bitaw. Lami baya gyod kaayo na nga cake tungod kay naa gyod ang sugar, spice, and everything nice. BAKED WITH LOVE pa gyod na. Kana baya gyod ang HEART AND SOUL sa atong surprise para nila karon. Di gyod na puwedeng makaon sa laing tawo. O, sige, Samantha. Moadto usa ko sa sala, mopahuway usa ko. Total naluto na man ang mga pagkaon ug naa na nabutang sa lamesa, taboni na lang na aron dili langawon. Mopahuway usa ko. Okey?

Samantha:       Oy, oy, Manang Samara! Unsa’y gikapoy ka? Ayaw gyod pag-iningon ana. Kita bayang duha ang nagluto, ha. Kon gikapoy ka, gikapoy sab ko. Ika’y tabon sa mga pagkaon. Mopahuway sab ko.

Samara:           Ayaw kuno paggara-gara diha, Samantha. Taboni na. Ug ayaw’g sunod nako sa sala.

Samantha:       Bahala diay ka. Mopahuway sab ko, uy. Ikaw ra’y gikapoy, ha. Ikaw ra? Baya. Ay. Naa ra ang sofa, molingkod na ko. Hay, kahumok sa among sofa. Mao ra og mga balhibo. Haaa-

Samara:           Kagahi ba gyod nimo, Samantha. Naabot na lang gyod ta sa sala, nakalingkod na lang ka diha sa sofa, wa pa gihapon ka naminaw nako. Balik kuno didto.

Samantha:       Di ko! Kitang duha’y tabon. Kagaan ra anang buhata, ah. Ako pa gyod imong patabonon. Seys!

Samara:           Gaan gani, maong ikaw na la’y tabon.

Samantha:       Di. Ko. Maglingkod na lang ko diri. Maayo na kaayo ni akong puwesto, o. Nakasandig na ko sa sofa.

Samara:           Aw, sige. Anion na lang ni nato aron maghuman ta. Mag-contest tang duha. Kon kinsa ang unang’ moistorya, siya’y motabon sa mga pagkaon. Sugot?

Samantha:       O, sige. Go!

(Speak through their mind)

Samara:           Sus baya aning Samantha, uy. Kapila ra gyod anang tabon, di pa gyod kabuhat. Isugo pa gyod. Pastilan. Pagkatapolana gyod bayhana. Ang mata baya, kalugwaon. Maka-head to foot, mao ra’g wa na’y ugma.

Samantha:       Kani gyod si Samara, grabeeeeeng katapolan. Hasta pagtabon sa pagkaon, di gyod mabuhat. Di gyod mosugot sugoon. Pastilan. Mata lang, ay. Nagsiga. Makatutok, wagas.

Samara:           Aba. Wa gyod moistorya, o. Huh. Nagtuo siguro ni siya nga mosuko ko ay. Di gyod ko papildi aning akong kaluha. Siya gyod ang makatabon sa pagkaon.

Samantha:       Istorya na, Samara. Ikaw ra gihapo’y mag-antos. Di gyod ko moistorya. Bahala ka, kaluhaa ka.

Samuel:           Hi,  mga Sisters! Musta you? K ra you? Yow?

Samantha:       Bahala ka diha, Samuel. Di gyod tika tubagon. Di ko palabot nga mapildi ko aning Samara kon moistorya ko.

Samara:           Hello na lang diha, Samuel, pero di ko puwedeng mapildi aning Samantha.

Samuel:           Wa’y tawo? Wa lagi’y motubag? Yuhoo?

(Silence)

Samuel:           Ayo! Palit ko’g ice!

(Silence)

Samuel:           Ay, ambot ninyo! Mao ra man mo’g mga amang. Naa man unta mo’y mga dila, di man mo maningog. Bahala mo, uy. Gigutom ko. Moadto ‘sa ko’s kusina.

(Speak through their mind)

Samara:           Hala, patay. Kaonon to ni Samuel ang mga pagkaon sa lamesa ron. Para baya to nilang Mama. Na, unsaon na man ni ron? Istorya na diha, Samantha. Badlonga si Samuel.

Samantha:       Aguy! Kani gyod si Samuel. Pahamak. Kon mokaon baya ning tawhana, hurot gyod tanang pagkaon. Di gyod lung-an basta naa pa’y mahabilin. Hoy, Samara! Kihol na diha. Badlonga si Samuel.

Samuel:           Oy! Daghana’g pagkaon da. Naa’y pansat, hmm, kadagko. Naa’y humba, uy pinakupsan. Naa’y danggit, shocks, giprito. Naa’y usa ka bandehadong kan-on. My peyborit. (Puzzled) Hala! Ngano diay ni? Wa man unta’y nag-birthday. (Talks to himself) Pangutan-on kaha nako akong mga Sisters. (Yells) Mga Sisters! Unsa’y okasyon?

(Silence)

Samuel:           Ay, ambot uy. Di manubag. Mao ra’g mga wa’y baba. Bahala mo, uy. Mokaon ko. Gigutom ko. Paniudto na. Bantay bitaw’g badlongon ko ninyo ha. Anha ra mo mangistorya kon mokaon na ko. Magsugod na ko’g kaon!

Samantha:       Patay. Kalimota baya namo’g ingon aning Samuel nga anniversary nilang Mama ug Papa. Di baya gyod ni kahinumdom sa mga okasyon. Hasta sa iyang birthday. Hurot gyod ning mga pagkaon ron. Grabeha baya gyod ani niya mokaon. Baboy baya gyod. Hoy, Samuel. Para na nilang Mama’g Papa. Anniversary nila karon. Kalabaaaaaad gyod nimo, Samuela ka.

(Samuel adlibs)

Samara:           Mao ra man ni’g wa’y kaon si Samuel, uy. Puno kaayong baba. Wa’y puangod makahungit. Naa pa’s kamot. Naa pa’s kutsara. Naa pa’s tinidor. Hoy, Samantha. Badlonga na si Samuel.

Samantha:       Katunga na man lang tawn na ang nahabilin, uy. Hunong na diha, Samuel. Maluoy ka. Para na nilang Mama ug Papa.

(Samuel burps)

Samuel:           Ay, excuse me. Hehe! Grabe. Busoga gyod nako, mga Sisters! The best gyod inyong mga luto, uy. Anak gyod mong Mama. Lami kaayo makada’g luto.

Samara & Samantha:  O, bitaw Samuela ka. Anak gyod ming Mama. Ikaw, anak sab kang Papa. Mao ra gyod ka’g nalawgan da. PG. Patay gutom.

Samuel:           Thank you for the food, mga Sisters! Uy, naa pa’y cake. Kaonon ko ni-

Samantha:       (Shouts) Samuel! Ayaw!

Samara:           Yes! Daog ko. Miistorya ka.

THE END

-Jave A. Matugas-

December 15, 2012

This story is inspired to the story of the newly wedded husband and wife who do not want to close the door of their house.

Matag Gutlo

Sukad nga king tigsuwat nahimugso

Tukmang kalipay, kaninyo mibutho

Batang babayeng resulta sa inyong panaghiusa

Jave ang gingalan ninyo kaniya

Karon ang batang babaye nagsulat

Mensahe alang kaninyo, unta madawat

Sulod adto mao ang naa sa iyang dughan

Mga pulong nga dili gyod ninyo madunggan

Ma ug Pa, salamat sa sakripisyo

Dugo ug singot, gipagawas ninyo

Aron saktong pagdako ug igong pagkat-on

Ang kanakong inyong anak akong maangkon

Sa paglabay sa mga katuigan

Pagmahal nga wa’y sama, akong nabatyagan

Sa pamulong di man ninyo masulti

Apan Ma ug Pa, kana akong nabati pirmi

Salamat gyod sa tanan

Sa kalipay, sa kagul-anan

Sa inyong sobra nga pag-antos

Ang pagtinarong, akong ikabalos

Paminaw gyod, Mama ug Papa

Madunggan kini ninyo, panagsa ra

Tungod sa hilabihan ninyong pagpangga nako

Pagmahal sa usa ka anak, alang lang ninyo matag gutlo

-Jave A. Matugas-

December 17, 2012

Chocolates and Indulgences

Chocolates. Shoes. Clothes. Gadgets. Bags. Jewelry. Cosmetics.

These are some things that we people die for.

Chocolates and Indulgences. Whims and Caprices. Wants that turn out to be Needs.

Goodness gracious, people! We ask for too much, when we couldn't even sacrifice a single.

We look for more. We ask for more. Always.

We crave for something, when we are NOT so worthy to be given.

We die looking for what's better, and when we finally get it, we once again look for the best.

We do not feel contented. We always seek for something MORE.

Couldn't we just settle to what's handed to us?

Because people, God gave us the best. What He gave us was more bittersweet than chocolates. What He gave us was more than the delicious indulgences that we always look for.

God gave us life... and that's what it is.

The Much. And. The Best.



-Jave A. Matugas-
November 29, 2012