#jojosonmindmonologue

[jojo-son]

I’ve current a severe malady, the breaking of a heart, no cure ever known to exist, if this goes long enough i’ll cease to exist.

[jojo-son]

First cover draft for the book i’m working on. The elements are what gets me because I suck at visual designs lmao. Made this out of impulse last night, and also the promise I made myself to start working on it by the end of July. What better song to jam to while making your first book? DREAM by Jojo Siwa, honestly catapaulted my passion to the skies.

[jojo-son]

And when the casket of humanity’s soul closed, I cried

Total Eclipse of the Heart, a pure majestic rhythm, by the musical genius, Bonnie Tyler, released in 1983, has had its popularity reawakened on the social media platform, Tiktok. Used in edits of absolute devastating scenes from films and shows, the song has been blessed with the new audience recognition, or has it? The exact part of the song which goes "and when the casket closed I cried, in my heart you'll live forever" doesn't seem to be an actual part of the original piece, people looked for the full version of the song and found it to be an AI extended part of it. Along the way of technology advancement, is the destruction of creativity and genius for the arts. People ultimately stopped seeking beauty in its glory, but only on screens that consumes their dignity and humility, without the exchange of pleasure in experiencing human's aching expression for connection and feeling. And the terrible reality of what the future holds, that AI will be human's replacement, from creating art without the creative, to making coffee without the warmth. We simply cannot live in a world ruled to make us feel everything is faster and easier, we should not feel less human just to be more advanced.

Jojo Son

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[jojo-son]

There are things I despise, parents being first. All sorts of decision they make to try and make their kids perfect, but actually they are only trying to make up for what they couldn’t make of themselves. They spent their whole lives not trying or trying to become someone, and when it doesn’t work out, they immediately resort to conceiving children, to decorate and make a replica of their dreams. A failure in the face of a reality they keep denying, and a failure in never seeing their children become their own beautiful creature. And that’s just issue number one, let’s not get started on the parents of the handicapped darlings. Those sweet angels must not be discriminated against, but their parents shall, the entitlement and expectation of every other species to bend over for their child’s needs(parent’s needs), is a delusion that no disabled person is capable of, only the narcissism of their caretakers. And how about the parents who presses religion up their kid’s noses, until it gets too suffocating, and wonder why atheism is common amongst the youth. The ionlyeverlovedyoubecauseihadto parents are the real winner, their extreme dislike for everything their kid is, how their eyes squint with disgust and sadness, after all, you only ever not like the kid because they mirror you.

[jojo-son]

What era/year would you want to go back to?

I am a woman, I do not have the privilege to feel safe in any timeline, not even my own. Harmless that question is, but when you bother to learn history of women, and how long we've been fighting against society, you would know how it has only been a few decades since women were allowed to file for divorce from their abusive spouses. It's not that long ago, we must not dismiss all the struggle and fight, and rather find every factor holding women on their throats, educate oneself to never be fooled by the disguised misogyny, especially the ones presented with no shame. A woman today can't change the past, but it can change what is the now, and we are not free until all are free, wake up.

[jojo-son]

Ang Taksil sa Bayan na Ito

Sa paaralan unang natututunan ang lahat tungkol sa bayan. Ang kahirapang naranasan ng ating mga ninuno sa kamay ng mga banyaga. Kung paano sinakop at ginawang kawawa sa sariling lupa, at ang pagpunit ng pagkakakilanlan ng isang Pilipino. Sa kagustuhang makawala sa mahigpit na pagkakahawak ng mga mananakop, lumaban at inalay ang dugo at pawis sa kalayaan, at sa huli ay nasinagan ang kulay asul at pula na bandila; Pilipinas, bayan, tayo ay malaya.

Malaya, tila palaisipan na lang ang ugnayan ng salita na ito sa kalagayan ng ating bayan. Patuloy pa rin naman na nakaangat ang bandila, nakawala naman na tayo sa banyaga, pero hindi tayo malaya. Hindi ito opinyon o teorya na nabuo ng manunulat, ito ay katotohanang hindi nakikita ng hubad na mata, na sa pagkasanay, ito’y naging kabuuan ng ating mga sarili, hindi na nga natin namamalayan ang pagkawala ng kalayaan na matagal nating ipinaglaban.

Sistema, gobyerno, lipunan, sarili; alin ang dapat sisihin. Kung ang aking opinyon ay hihingiin, gobyerno syempre ang aking sasabihin, sapagka't walang sistema ang maghahari sa lipunang kinagagalawan ng ating mga sarili, kung walang gobyernong nagdidikta nito. Nagdidikta, mapanganib na salita, ngunit may mabigat na kahulugan, hindi ito dapat basta-basta binibitawan laban sa nasa itaas. Paano na lang ang ating kaligtasan kapag tayo'y namulat sa entabladong matagal na nating sinasayawan, na ang madla ay hindi natin nakikita at naaabot, at kapag tayo'y tumigil sa perpektong sayaw na ating ginaganapan simula sa una nating iyak, baka ito na ang ating magiging huling pagtatanghal, at nasa kanila ang huling halakhak.

Pero ano nga ba ang opinyon ko laban sa katotohanan na sinasabi nila, ano ang silbi ng aking pananaw sa mga taong bulag na sa katotohanan? Malaya pa naman tayong mag-isip para sa sarili, kaya't ating isipin ang makabubuti sa sarili, kahit ito'y pagiging taksil sa bayan na ating kinatatayuan.

Jojo Son

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[jojo-son]

Banana and Poetry

Here a fruit so luminous, the peel sweeps you off your feet. The tree, not so much of strength, with mean winds, it shakes and falls and kiss the soil. A very dear man with a pen and mind to share, does not write about impeccable treasures, like the banana. But, a child, with not much of a brain and genius, will embrace the banana and say a prayer for it, the sky could cry. And so, for when we see the fruit, we must write more in its honor, and pray she who wrote this, to learn about bananas, and even more about poetry.

[jojo-son]

Everytime you feel hatred towards another, you must remember, that hate is a strong word, and even a stronger emotion. And that sometimes, hate is something that grew out of love so sweet, it became too bitter.