missing the war

i missed posting here and nakakagulat kasi may 110 page views na ako! wow! sa mga nagview, salamat! leave comments para mas masaya! alam nyo,may ikukwento ako sa inyo...... isa na akong trainee maging writer. may karapatan na akong magsalitang isa na akong manunulat. hindi ko na kailangang magtago sa mga pseudonyms or bilang ghost writer ng mga tropa kong columnist o contributor sa mga pinagtatrabahuhan nila. salamat sa inyong katamaran dahil kung hindi sa katamaran nyo, hindi ako nahasang magsulat ng kung anu-ano! my hat's off to you my  dear friends! kilala nyo na kung sino kayo. eniwei, i really missed the war. WAR? anong war? well, WAR ang tawag ko sa constant battle ko against maturity. i'm starting to grow up dahil madami na akong responsibilidad ngayon. madami akong trabahong dapat tapusin, mga deadlines to beat, trivias to know, more creativity to juice up from my rotten mind. hindi na ako the same old DARWIN that you used to know. i smile less, i talk less, i eat and drink less. i don't want to be friends with immature people anymore. i know some of you reading this shit. sana tamaan kayo. ng tae. lusaw na tae. tae ng pusa. sa mukha. kasi naman, magbago na kayo. nakakasawa ring maging immature e. lalo na sa akin.wag nyo na hanapin yung dati kong spark dahil worn out spark plug nako. kahit kiskisin yung catalyst ko, wala ng mapoproduce na kuryente. puro usok na lang. wala na. MATANDA NA E. i'm trying to learn from my mistakes kasi if i DID learned from my mistakes, I'd be a fucking GENIUS! i'm doing everything for my family na. sila na lang yung hangin na bumubuhay sakin. to do everything shitty just to be giddy and ready and steady and heady. to raise my head up with pride. kaya IKAW, wag ka ng makulit. i know you are reading this. i want you to realize what you have done. what you do. and what you are going to do. straighten up. ang kulot mo, ang kulit mo, ang kulot mo talaga. parang bulbol. iparebond mo yung utak mong kulot. bumili ka ng isang toneladang disiplina sa mercury drug. lunukin mo lahat hanggang mabunsol ka. tapos kausapin mo na lang ako pag maayos na ang pamumuhay mo. yung tatlo na ph.d mo o may atty na sa unahan ng pangalan mo. para pare-pareho tayong matahimik ok? nevertheless, i salute you. for being immature. dahil sayo kumikita ang mga promo ng globe sun at smart. dahil sayo kumikita ang blackberry at iphone sa mga apps na binibili mo. dahil sayo kumikita yung starbucks dahil ginagawa mo silang status symbol. dahil sayo, kumikita ang san miguel sa mga alak na iniinom mo to bond with your fake friends. dahil sayo, kumikita ang greenhills at divisoria sa mga damit at accessories na binibili mo para pagtakpan yang kahinaan mo. maraming salamat sayo dahil malaki ang naitulong mo sa ekonomiya ng pilipinas. maraming salamat sayo. at dahil sayo........................ I REALLY AM MISSING THE WAR.

on discipline and incarceration

Why is it that the poorest are the most unfortunate? They have lack of or no access to education, food, shelter,clothing, and sad to say.... discipline. The best word i could describe how the urban poor in the Philippines behave is ROGUE. Four of the five definitions that the 3rd edition of Webster’s New College Dictionary offer for the term “rogue” are deeply unflattering. A rogue, according to Webster’s, is: 1. An unprincipled person: scoundrel. 2. A playfully mischievous person: scamp. 3. A vicious and solitary animal, as an elephant that has separated itself from its herd. 4. An organism, esp. a plant, that shows an undesirable variation from a standard. 5. Archaic. A wandering vagrant. According to the Metallica song, SAD BUT TRUE. Is it because of poverty that they lack discipline and act out of social conformity and do what they do? Is this reasonable? Can't we blame them? And is this a good reason for them to be at the bottom of the Philippine social stratification? Have they done this to themselves intentionally? I can't answer these questions but I have made this part of one of my advocacy to promote discipline among Filipinos and to improve the justice system in our country. These social problems arise from discipline problems. The emphasis on discipline isn’t just an historical relic.  These days we’re spared the florid and exhortatory rhetoric beyond the vision of human nature, a commitment to discipline may reflect a tacit allegiance to philosophical conservatism with its predictable complaint that our society -- or its youth -- has forgotten the value of hard work, the importance of duty, the need to accept personal responsibility, and so on.  (Never mind that older people have been denouncing youthful slackers and “modern times” for centuries. More than this, it weakens the capacity of these communities to be self-regulating social spaces. Many young men in these communities cannot be active parents if they have children, and many do. Even once they return from prison, the stigma of a criminal record severely reduces their employment prospects and further reduces their attractiveness as potential marriage partners for their children’s mother. The end result is that individuals, families, and communities are rendered systematically more vulnerable to future, deeper involvement in crime. By reducing parental capacity to parent children, by further weakening already challenged family structures and resources, and by making already disadvantaged families and communities even less economically viable, does incarceration help to rectify a social dynamic that is likely to encourage further involvement in crime? There is good evidence that high rates of incarceration destabilize families, increase rates of delinquency, increase rates of teenage births, foster alienation of youth from pro-social norms, damage frail social networks, and weaken labor markets. It requires a stretch of logic to think that our current policies and practices are not merely falling short of the goal of seriously curbing crime: they have, in fact, begun to contribute to it. We have to call for a new penal philosophy. A policy should set as a central criterion that the justice system contribute to the quality of life in communities—to help make the places where people work, live, and raise their families good places to do these things. And now we could all sleep soundly at night. Right?

to punish.....or not to punish

Thank you Mrs. Bruce!!!  I got this idea from her. She said that discipline is often thought to be punishment. When people say to discipline a child, it connotes to punish a child. And this should not be so. Discipline is a teaching/learning process. It is establishing the boundary which the child is allowed to do and have and which is not. It is reprimanding, explaining and teaching why there are things that a child are not allowed to do and to have. Punishment on the other hand is a negative consequence for misbehavior. It is used to reduce, if not eliminate misbehavior. And it is seldom used. Misbehavior is something that we should expect. Children are inherent to misbehave simply because they don’t know yet which is right from wrong, proper from not, safe from harmful. Another reason why children misbehave is also for the lack of time, and attention of the parents. Children yearn for approval and acceptance. Like adults, it is something that they have to feel to be happy. And the parents’ inattention and lack of time could mean otherwise. This would then prompt the kids to do things that will catch the parents’ attention, and often it means misbehaving, when this happens, most often than not, parents resort to punishment. Punishment is not something we do to a child when he behaves the way we would not want him to. Actually punishment, when used as the every resort to discipline will only make a child behave worse. Punishment should and only be used when talking and explanation of consequences to a child does not work. And again, when we say we talk to a child and explain why things are not to be, it does not mean also once. We have to consider the age, or level of understanding of a child. For ages 1-4, expect that you have to explain things with love and patience several times before you could expect the child to obey. For older children, when thoroughly explained the situation to them, most often they obey at once, especially if explanation comes with a hug and a kiss. Discipline is not all punishment. It is just a part discipline. And most often, in disciplining our kids, punishment is rarely needed. For our kids to behave, we only need to discipline them, rarely to punish them.

ang aking mga advocacy

hanep sa title no? ang aking mga advocacy. english! ok, i will write this in english so that the people i would like to wake up with my first advocacy to tackle in here would understand me better. i had been an advocate of championing the spoken Filipino and based from my very unscientific survey, Filipinos are the largest group of people in the world speaking the Tagalog language. I want to petition for the Tagalog language to be included in the Rosetta Stone as one of the major languages spoken in the world! why is it so? have i gone mad? the hell no! in every corner of the world, you can hear a Filipino looking for a bottle of soy sauce in groceries so that he could cook his favorite adobo! you can hear the distinct accent, p's in place of f's and b's in place of v's! Pinoy na Pinoy truly! i still can't get the notion that a person who speaks fluent English is highly intellectual. do you think so? why is there a big number of illiterate Americans and yet they can speak fluent English? oh, you mean to say, here in the Philippines? oh,my bad. OK, case in point is that Filipinos who speak fluent English is highly intellectual, is that it? call center agents and those damned conyos in the center of the intellectual universe? are we that stupid to admit that? that the English language is our basis of intellectual reasoning? what happened to math? to the other sciences? to history? still trapped in the colonial mentality that have enslaved us for the past generations? still not proud to say "hoy! Pinoy ako! may agimat ang dugo ko?" can't we just compare ourselves to the Japanese people whom are very patriotic and loves their native language? that that language is the emulsifier for the immense cauldron of diverse cultural differences they have and yet made them prosperous? aren't we aware that language plays a vital role in critical thinking for us to improve ourselves and our fellow countrymen? and that language would be the Filipino language? think again. instead of uttering OMG! OMG! repeatedly just to make sure people hear you when you see a cockroach crossing your way. isn't that pathetic? this is a very tiring matter and yet i won't stop till i get my point raised.  believe in the limitless power the Filipino language could give us. our ancestors thrived so hard to develop it so that they could have their own set of ideals embodied on a language they could call they own because they were all so sick and tired of speaking their conquerors' tongue. and yet, we take their labor of love for granted. let's all have the audacity not to speak much of the foreign tongue and communicate with our fellow countrymen in our native tongue. that's a first step. the next steps are yours to take. before i end this, i would like to say something in Filipino which you are all so familiar with...... NASA PILIPINAS KAYO MGA PUTANGINA NINYO! MAGSALITA KAYO NG TAGALOG! have i got your attention yet Juan Dela Cruz?

ang paglalakbay

Mahirap para sa isang katulad ko ang mag-commute. Kung hindi lang sa tatlong beses na akong naaksidente sa pagmamaneho ng kotse at apat na beses naman sa pagdadala ng motorsiklo ay hindi ako mag-cocommute. Karamihan sa mga mapanghusgang tao ay makakatabi mo araw-araw sa iyong paglalakbay sa bus, jeep, mrt, lrt, helicopter, submarine, and a partridge in a pear tree. Nagpatindi pa sa dilemma ko sa pagcocommute ay ang mukha ko. Mukha akong kriminal. Nagtext poll nga ako sa lahat ng mga contacts ko na nasa cellphone ko at nagtanong kung mukhang ano ba ako? Nakakabadtrip  na nakakaasar,na nakakatuwa, at nakakatawa ang mga sagot nila. Nariyan yung sabihing mukha daw akong scalper sa Araneta, tomboy na konduktor ng bus, snatcher sa Recto, mandurukot, pusher, source ng shabu, nerd, gagong nangungursunada sa kanto, lasenggo, tambay na walang pangarap, atsay killer, lider ng gang na nagpepeke ng bente singko sentimos, manyakis, presidente ng toda, pawising panadero, takas ng mental, 24/7 na construction boy, walang ligong ahente ng encyclopedia, barberong bading, eccentric na lunatic, taong grasang nagjajacuzzi sa imburnal, chimpanzeeng nambabato ng tae sa manila zoo, rapist, durugista, and a partridge in a pear tree. Mabalik tayo sa paglalakbay ko. Nakakabwisit ang husgahan ka ng isang taong wala namang karapatang husgahan ka. Husga nang husga, aficionado naman ang pabango. Peke, puro peke! Madalas sa mga judgmental people na ito ay peke. Peke ang damit. Peke ang pabango. Peke ang sapatos. Peke ang jewelries. Peke ang cap. Peke ang bag. Peke ang underwear! Malamang sa malamang, may laman rin ang mga wallet nila ng pekeng pera!!!! Ibang klase. Tapos manghuhusga! Anong kalalabasan ng panghuhusga ng isang pekeng taong mahilig gumamit ng peke? E di peke pa rin! Mas mainam nang tumahimik ka na lang and keep your judgements to yourself rather than to blurt out at libakin ang pagkatao ng mga taong pinagmamasdan mo. Turo ka nang turo sa isang tao e puno naman ng bacteria yung dulo ng daliri mong nanggaling sa loob ng butas ng ilong mong kinalikot mo kanina. Imbes talagang magandang experience ang paglalakbay sa akin, nabubwisit lang ako lalo. Huhusgahan ka ng isang taong puno ng foundation sa mukha, isang lalaking puno ng foundation sa mukha, hindi naman bakla. Macho Banidoso. Meron pang isang judgemental diyan, usually call center agent. Oo, original ang gamit niya. Lahat. Pero peke pa rin siya. Sa loob ng budhi niya, peke siya. Nakangiti pero minumura ka sa isip niya na parang nagsasabing, "tangina kasing katabi kong ito e! Sana makakatulog ako nang maayos, ngayon hindi ako makatulog at baka nakawan ako o hipuan ako nito habang tulog ako e!!" Kung naririnig mo lang yung nasa isip niya, malamang nabingi ka na, na para bang nasa front row ka sa isang concert ng Slayer. Basta ako...... matutulog na lang ako sa biyahe. Pakyu na lang kayong lahat!!!