JAN, JAN, JARAN.
Hearing the sound and the melody, it brings a common memory: of
anticipated weddings or a girl dreaming to be a June bride. How
dreamy and romantic!
Jan, jan, jan, jan.
To the untutored ear it is nothing more than four repeated
syllables. To the classical music oriented or Ludwig van
Beethoven's followers, seeing this is hearing inside their heads
a magnificent part of a symphony. How tasteful and elegant!
The repeated syllable has taken a name and a face. That of a six
year-old boy in tears, gyrating to the music played up for macho
dancing. With the fast hands of uploaders, many versions wormed
their way to the YouTube soon enough. How tragic and deplorable!
Investigate, call a committee hearing, press release, pa sorry
kayo jan! Ano, hanggang jan na lang ba iyan?
Mipakananu ne y Jan-Jan?
We've been allowed to see, like peeping toms, the moral decadence
many unprepared parents have sunk into for want of instant cash.
Anything will do. Just about anything our children will be taught
to do in exchange for money.
Oyta, kaibat ning eganaganang kangie. Ngara: Jan-Jan, tabi-tabi
ka muna jan, ha? Jan ka lang. Stay ka lang jan. Marami pang media
ops jan. Flare up the issue. Tutal anjan na iyan. Dalhin ninyo
yung bata, wag kalimutan si Jan. Baka di ako makodak kung wala
Alang katapusang janjanan yan!
Potang kayi, meluat bagia. Ngara kanita: Wala na, di na pansin
ang issue ke Jan-Jan. O pano, jan na kayo. Bahala na kayo jan ke
Mitda!? Bala rata apatda dana ing misalbag ng (kelan)
Wrong! The damage grows like an incurable tumor up to stage four.
It's not merely about Jan-Jan. It's about all of us. A reflection
not all of us are willing to see in the mirror.