Last week I started trying to write in our own dialect. I usually write in English language even if my grammar isn’t flawless. Let’s just say I’m quite used to it. Our country is surrounded by gazillion of foreign influences and there’s nowhere to go without them (nothing that I’m aware of) and there’s nothing else that we can do but to absorb and accept whatever our environment offers us. At the end of the day, we need to fit in to survive in this country that’s use to adapting what’s out there.
Filipinos are excellent in learning different cultures and adapting to them and later on, submerging in those cultures because, hey, that’s where we get an edge apart from anyone else, right? Media and our economy pushes us to be excellent especially in English language (and apparently masters of American culture) if we want to be on top of the game. Let’s say I am one of those people who have taken advantaged of knowing a bit about American pop cultures, etc.
I can say that I’ve succeeded in getting jobs and being able to relate with foreigners because of my knowledge of English language (again my grammar is not flawless and I hope people reading my stuff can understand what I mean and what I’m talking about), but there’s a part of me who wishes to go back to our native tongue and enjoy it’s beauty.
So, I started writing a story in Filipino. Surprise, surprise! It feels awkward but I’m enjoying every moment I’m writing in our native tongue. Writing in Filipino gives me chills and it’s scary, but it’s a good feeling. Yep! I know my adjectives are a bit contradicting right now, but it really feels that way.
Anyway, this is the Book 1 of my 1st ever story written in Filipino.
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Don’t worry. My works in Wattpad are not going to be plainly in Filipino. I will also write stories in English later on, but my priority as of now is to write in Filipino.
That’s all for now, folks!