derangedstorms: Philippine literature has a new wave of books that quite interest the youth today: Wattpad fiction. Wattpad is a website that allows its visitors to read and write novels, and the said books — such as She is Dating the Gangster, Diary ng Panget and Break the Casanova’s Heart — were once published on the World Wide Web, before they rose to phenomal fame. But then, while they DID capture the hearts of many teenagers today, others disdainfully remarked that those books are insults to literature, particularly creative writing students and English majors. They claim that because of these books, Philippine literature is plunging into ultimate lows, what with the grammar, structure, style and not to mention, the content. The latter is not substantial enough, they say, and that the plots are overly repetitive: the underdog chances upon a bad boy, and unexpectedly, they turn out to be an item.
With that, those students would debate, the youth of today is now exposed to literature with no morals. Those books only explore shallow depths; teenage love and ONLY teenage love is the central focus here. That then makes them fear the effect on those books on teenagers: that they would grow up into brainwashed dimwits whose only goal in life is to score a boyfriend/girlfriend at such a wee age, and because of that, our generation wouldn’t progress much come the time we are all that’s left to run a nation.
This raises the question, then: What should the youth today read? Of course, one would say that teenagers of this day and age should read books that would develop their linguistic skills and shape their minds. That way, this generation would have the knowledge and intellect that would propel us to greatness, indeed. And with this, writers could write books that we could pride on internationally and level with the works of foriegn literature. This, again, brings us back to the question: What should the youth today read?
The answer, my dear friend, is not classics — definitely NOT classics, not yet.
Yes, they are great books, but they aren’t doing much, truth be told. This is the mistake the education system today is committing. They are imposing too much on the youth such difficult and great pieces of literature that they don’t do squat; they don’t at all. Nowadays, students are expected that they understand the works of Jose Rizal, Francisco Baltazar, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, Leo Tolstoy, Charles Dickens, Homer… They are amazing, no denying that, but in the eyes of students? Boring boring boring… What do they know and what do they care about corruption, greed, war, pride and revenge? Those were what concerned people of a different age. This is the 21st century already! They need books in which they could relate to, which speaks TO them. High school should require books that do exactly just that — books they could relate to and LEARN FROM as well. But what books could actually achieve such? Quality young adult novels on self identity and discovery, that is what. This is because it is in your teenage years that you begin to ponder with all intensity: who am I? What am I worth? What is the purpose of my life? Thus, we need literature with characters that ask the same things themselves — the readers then would embark on journeys of the pursuit of who you really are and they will root for the characters on the way — unbeknowst to them that, hey! I am learning! Cool! I love books! That would then create a bridge for them to explore and appreciate classics — it must be a step-by-step process of loving books — when their minds are now critical and open enough to maneuver those.
But what happens in a classroom setting? Students are made to analyze but not truly READ. Because of all this, they are conditioned to think that reading lengthy books with proper composition (not written this way, which Wattpad books would have! :p =)) OMG gwapo nya kyaaaaa..) is associated with studying (which they despise) Thus, they don’t read, and they are unaware of the fact that young adult books that aren’t difficult to read but are substantial AND entertaining are within reach. Since they don’t read books that ought to be devoured and seized up by people their age, they hurdle through their teenage years with confusion and doubts, thus, they divert their lives and seek out identity in a significant other, which, quite frankly, is the problem here: they are awashed in this delusion that love — and only love — could mend their need for happiness that they forget that your worth isn’t based on just that.
This is what the Wattpad books seemed to have augmented to.
When in reality, we don’t realize how literature — like media — could impact society in many ways that we could imagine.
But there is hope. There is always hope. The challenge here for grown-ups is to instill to the youth a love for books without compromising literary quality. This would then develop writers who could write literature with quality and substance, and of course, while capturing what the youth is all about… That is, more than just teenage love. People would then realize that at the end of the day, you are more than just that, and that you may fall in love and you may have your heart broken and shattered along the way, but you know within yourself that it isn’t what life is about because you have yourself, and you are in touch of who you truly are, which no one could never take away from you.
I’m just really disappointed with my generation. It’s horrifying how little they know of literature and all they have in mind when reading is for a cheap, disgusting romance plot. Enough said.
Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail
che la mia ferita sia mortale
"may my wound be deadly"
Your mind is disintegrating
and I have no idea
why I’m so in love with it.
a.s., i know everything you don’t want me to know
Jesus Christ, you know that sick feeling when you love a person so much, and they destroyed you - I repeat, they fucking destroyed you in a way that you can’t taste how sweet your favourite cake is and that you can literally feel your bones giving up holding you together? And you’re doing everything you can to get them back, you’re leaving voice calls at three am, your voice breaking down after the messages because you heard her fucking voice in her Caller ID. That’s when you realize how fucked up you are, when you just hear her tone and you’re already crying like you’ve lost something so beautiful and rare you can’t get it back. But the truth is, honey, you just miss feeling wanted. If that person loves you, she would fight for you. She would actually put an effort on seeing you, she would show up on your doorstep, no matter how sick the traffic or weather is, she would be there on her pyjamas, wanting to fix things as much you do, too. And if she doesn’t show up like how you’re imagining her to, then give it up, baby. Give up the love for her you planted on each limb of your body, give up how her name hurts, give up the souvenirs of scars and kisses she left. Do not recall. Do not recall. Do. Not. Recall. Anything.
a.s., half-way progress report
I am the reason why another girl is crying to her mother at the careless spin of the aurora, because I’ve gotten what I wanted and that is the boy with green eyes and dark hair, darker than the ink of the sideboob tattoo I got when I was sixteen and stupid and in love. I’m the dust waiting to be touched on the window sill of your bedroom. I’m the girl known for giving the best neck kisses. I’m the melancholy hum you always hear, when the city is alive at night and you don’t where to go but you want to go alone. Then you realize when you’ve sat on a cliff, holding a beer on your left hand and the other gripping your hair, you realize this kind of beauty should be shared. I’m that loneliness for ten seconds. I’m that girl who always wears black, head to toe, that I myself had gone tired and flat of all the rumours on why I wear black in a town that never rains. You’re the reason why I painted my nails in the darkest colour of blue, just like the depths of oceans. You told me I needed more colour and I believed you, like every word that came out of that mouth of yours, which I know the map of. Everybody is asking me how I came to this point. Wild, smart for her own good, unbroken. Everybody wants to know, when they already know it’s about a boy that never truly loved me. I’m nothing but an apology letter to you while I gave you parts of me, parts that are still scattered in your apartment. I know you’re asleep while I’m writing this and I know that you still love her, but I just want you to know, baby, you really broke me.
a.s., the anthem of an eighteen-year-old (via mossyribs)
You don’t miss me.
I should remember that.
I should fucking remember that.
a.s., baby, what did i do (via sincerelyhappines)
i have a question. when someone is flirting with you and she has bad grammar do u just be a bitch and correct them or do looks even matter in this situation
I wish I was beautiful or at least wise, but I’m simply mad and violent.
Courtney Love (via yourfulmine)
I showed you
how weak I can be
you still toyed with me.