Ang Tagumpay…(para sa Batch 1973-74, Real Elementary School, Bacoor City, Cavite)

Ang Tagumpay

(para sa Batch 1973-74, Real Elementary School

Bacoor City, Cavite)

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Kaylan ba masasabi ng isang tao na, “ako ay nagtagumpay”?

 

Kung siya ba ay naging pinuno ng isang bayan?

…nagtapos sa isang kilalang unibersidad

ng pinakamataas na kurso?

…nakapag-asawa at nagkaroon ng mga anak

na naging bahagi ng isang malaking pamilya?

…o di kaya’y naging presidente ng isang kumpanya

kaya sa marangyang buhay ay nagpakasawa?

 

Ang tagumpay ay higit pa sa salapi…

Higit pa sa isang mataas na kurso…

Higit pa sa isang prestihiyosong trabaho…

Higit pa sa isang malaking pamilyang nabuo.

 

Ang tagumpay ay minimithi ng ating puso

Na sa ating nakamit, tayo ay naging kuntento

Dahil lubusang nagamit, biyayang bigay ng Panginoon

At Kanyang susukatin pagdating ng takdang panahon.

 

Pamamahagi rin ito ng biyaya sa mga kapus-palad

Na mula sa kanila ay hindi natin inaasahan ang bayad

Isa rin itong hindi maipaliwanag na nararamdamam

Kapag sa simpleng payo tayo ay mayroong napasaya

Lalo na kung tayo’y nasa tabi’t umaagapay sa kanya.

 

Ang tagumpay ay kasiyahang hindi nasusukat

Lalo pa’t sa panahong ang araw, sa ati’y di na sisikat

Kung kayla’y walang dapat tangisan at pagsisisihan pa

Sa pagdilim ng ating paningin at paghugot ng huling hininga!

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Though how Progressive a Country is, there will always be Poverty because of Corruption

Though how Progressive a Country is, there will always be

Poverty because of Corruption

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Perfection should be ruled out in the reckoning of a progressive country, because there will always be poverty due to corruption somewhere in the system of governance. In other words, the glitter of progress cannot hide poverty. For ultra-progressive countries, the signs may be insignificant as they try to blend with the glamour of urbanity. But in other countries, especially, the third-world, the signs are very prevalent, so that there is always a massive effort to cover them up occasionally, literally, as it is done every time there are special occasions such as visits of foreign dignitaries. This practice is successful in the Philippines.

 

Practically, poverty is the shadow of progress, and literally, too, as where there are looming high-rise buildings that are pockmarks of progress, not far from them are slums or homeless citizens who huddle together under bridges and nooks. These are misguided citizens who flock to the cities after selling their homestead, that have been farmed for several generations, to deceitful land developers, at a measly price. These are the urban squatters willing to be relocated but found out that the promised “paradise” do not even have a deep well so they go back to their sidewalk “homes”. These are contractual workers who have no job securities as they earn only for five to six months, after which they leave their fate to luck while looking for another job.

 

How does corruption ever be involved in the sad fate of the exploited? Simply, by the government’s negligence  in providing decent relocation sites with job opportunities and basic facilities to those uprooted from their city abodes for more than so many years; by its cuddling of the spurious contractualization perpetrated by greedy employers; by its failure to guide and protect the rights of farmers who sell their rice fields to subdivision developers at measly prices that are not even enough to sustain them for six months; by its failure to provide the citizens with the basic necessities as funds are allowed to be pocketed by corrupt officials; and practically by looking the other way despite the availability of laws against vote buying.

 

Third- world country leaders should stop using the word “progressive”, but instead they should use “surviving” to describe their respective economy. If a country’s economy cannot sustain, much less, provide a “comfortable life” to majority of its citizens, then it is still “ailing”…hence, expect poverty to be trailing behind, just a few steps away from the pretentious allegations!

 

 

 

Do Not Feel Bad About Unfulfilled Dreams

Do Not Feel Bad

About Unfulfilled Dreams

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

There is a popular adage, “life is what we make it”. All of us have limitations, hence, it follows that the life we live is based on our best effort, but hampered by limitations. We cannot be like what others are. We can strive, yes…but the result may not be the same as what others have accomplished. The problem with some of us is that they dream to be like somebody else which is impossible. Successful people can be looked up to as models or be admired, but cannot be exactly copied.

 

Success is relative. The degree and kind of success varies. In this regard, to avoid getting disappointed, one should accept what he has accomplished based on his capability and just strive a little harder to be able to accomplish more. He should not feel bad, for instance, because he did not become a manager like his friend, or a physician like another friend, or a mayor, etc.

 

Those who develop grudge because of their “failure” supposedly, equate success to fame which is wrong. Others feel that just because they did not become famous like others, they have become a failure. I can say that such kind of feeling is a manifestation of jealousy which breeds grudge….nothing else. Success in life is the happiness and contentment one feels every morning as he wakes up to another day….it is the joy felt in what he does.

 

We should not be occupied with gawking at what others are doing or be jealous with what they have accomplished. Each one of us has a different kind of life to live and concerns much different from the rest. On the other hand, the jealous attitude is most often the result of unnecessary and unhealthy rivalry in offices and other work sites. This is called professional jealousy which affects the operation and atmosphere.

 

Finally, successful people may wonder why some friends have suddenly kept a distance from them for no reason at all that they know of. There is something for these shunned successful people to ponder about…jealousy developed by their friends who have the habit of comparing themselves with others. Such unnecessary feeling made them jealous resulting to grudge that time may not expunge easily. My suggestion: a change in attitude…by being positive in living one’s life….and changing it for the better.

 

Ang Mga Taong Hindi Marunong Mangalaga ng Tulong at Mga Walang Pinag-aralan Subali’t Maayos ang Buhay

Ang Mga Taong Hindi Marunong Mangalaga ng Tulong

At Mga Walang Pinag-aralan Subalit Maayos ang Buhay

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Dapat lang na hindi ibalik sa taong tumulong sa iba ang itinulong niya sa mga ito. Ibig sabihin ang tulong ay hindi dapat ituring na “utang” ng taong tinulungan. Ang dapat gawin ng isang tinulungan ay ipasa sa iba ang tulong na napakinabangan niya. Subalit iba ang usapan kapag ang tinulungan ay hindi marunong mangalaga ng itinulong sa kanya tulad ng mga sumusunod na kuwento:

 

#1…..Tungkol ito sa isa kong kaibigang seafarer, mayroon siyang malaking bahay na hinuhulugan at may dalawang anak na nag-aaral. Noon ay hindi hamak na malaki ang kita niya kung ihambing sa kinikita ng hindi sumasakay sa barko. Ang masama lang ay mayabang siya at galante tuwing magbakasyon at mahilig bumili ng mga bagay na naide-display niya upang masabing marami siyang pera. Kalimitan, makalipas ang dalawang buwang bakasyon, isa-isa na ring nawawala ang mga gamit dahil kung hindi naisanla ay naibenta…at sa akin tumatakbo upang umutang. Palagi ko siyang pinapayuhan, at oo naman siya ng oo. Ngayong nagkaedad, halos wala nang kumpanyang tumanggap sa kanya, kaya  nataranta dahil ang bahay pala ay hindi regular na nababayaran sa SSS kaya malaki ang naipong arrears. Ang anak na babae ay isang teen-aged mom dahil nabuntis high school pa lang, at ang panganay na lalaking anak ay puro tattoo ang katawan at laman ng kalye. Ang asawa naman na suki ng mga parlor ay halos walang expression ang mukha dahil kung ilang beses nang inineksiyunan ng  gamot na pampatanggal ng kulubot, kaya sa biglang tingin ay mukhang tanga. Ilang beses siyang lumapit sa akin upang umutang, subalit nagmatigas ako. Nang magalit, pinaalala ko sa kanya ang mga utang niyang niyang hindi ko nasingil dahil idinaan na lang niya sa “kalimot”.

 

#2…..Isa pa ring kaibigan ang inabutan ko ng tulong na pandagdag sa puhunan niya sa pagba-buy and sell ng mga prutas. Nang lumakas ang negosyo, biglang umarangkada sa pagbukas naman ng isang karinderya dahil naiinggit yata sa mga kaibigang may ganitong negosyo. Minalas sa mga taong tinanggap niya upang tumulong dahil puro kupit ang inabot niya. Wala pang anim na buwan, bumagsak na ang karinderya ay may utang pa siya sa inupahang puwesto. Pinahiram ko pa ng ilang beses subalit hindi pa rin natuto dahil nagbukas uli ng karinderya na talaga namang hindi niya nakokontrol ang pagpatakbo. Lumipas ang isang taon bago kami nagkita uli….balik siya sa wala. Nang subukan niyang “humiram” uli sa akin, tumanggi na akong tumulong. Tulad ng inaasahan ko, nagtampo at nagalit kaya iniwasan na ako.

 

Iba naman ang kuwento ng mga taong nakatira sa bangketa na ang ikinabubuhay ay pamumulot ng mapapakinabangang basura. Yong isang pamilya na naabutan ng pera, bumili agad ng mga scrap na kahoy, tatlong gulong na pang-kariton, mga pako at nanghiram lang ng martilyo, at tulung-tulong silang mag-asawa sa paggawa ng kariton, kaya ngayon ay lalong marami silang nahahakot na papel, lata at bote, kung ihambing noon na sako o malaking plastic bag lang ang gamit.

 

Yong isang pamilyang dating isang kariton lang ang gamit sa pamumulot ng basura, nagkaroon ng isa pa nang maabutan ng tulong, kaya tag-isa na silang mag-asawa ng itinutulak na kariton, at dahil lumaki ang kita, nakaya na nilang mangupahan ng isang maliit na kuwarto…hindi na sila nakikigamit ng kubeta ng restaurant ng Intsik, at hindi na rin natutulog sa bangketa. Nakakaipon na rin sila ng iba’t ibang gamit sa bahay na napupulot sa mga basurahan dahil naikakarga nila ang mga ito sa kariton nila upang maiuwi.

 

Yong mag-asawang matanda na sigarilyo at mga kendi lang ang dating tinitinda sa bangketa, nang abutan ng tulong, nagkaroon ng maliit na mesa, dalawang thermos para sa kape, mga biscuit, at tinapay na idinagdag sa mga itinitinda. Mayroon na rin silang picnic umbrella, pananggalang nila sa init ng araw at ulan. Nang dinagdagan ang puhunan nila, nagtinda na rin ng piniritong isda at kanin na tantiyado nilang mauubos sa maghapon, nalilibre pa ang tanghalian at hapunan nila.

 

Yong mga namumulot lang dati ng mga reject na gulay sa Divisoria, may mga kariton na rin at ang tinitinda ay mga gulay na binibili nila ng maramihan sa mga papauwi nang mga mangangalakal kaya mura nilang nakukuha…nabawasan na ang hirap nila dahil hindi na sila mangangalkal pa at maglilinis ng mga reject na gulay.

 

Kung minsan mahirap unawain ang tao. Kung sino kasi ang may kakayahang pinansiyal ay sila pa yong nagmimistulang kawawa bandang huli dahil sa pinili nilang pagpapabaya sa sarili ganoong may pinag-aralan naman sila na magsisilbi sanang gabay sa paggawa nila ng mga desisyon. At, kung sino pa yong sa tingin ng iba ay walang pag-asa sa buhay dahil mga yagit sa bangketa kung ituring – walang pinag-aralan at ni walang ekstrang damit, ay sila pang nakakaraos dahil sa pagsisikap upang mabuhay ng maayos! Ibig sabihin, hindi kailangang maging titulado ang isang tao upang makagawa ng malinaw na desisyon sa buhay!

Foods are for the Stomach, as Writings are for the Mind

Foods are for the Stomach

As writings are for the Mind

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

The foods can look appetizing by how they are presented, so are the writings that can be made attractive for reading by their title and first few lines. The writings are the poems and essays, and foods are appetizers, main dishes and desserts. While the print media, and today, the internet are the venue to showcase writings, outlets such as dining places and parties, are for the food.

 

Every country has its own specialties and distinct recipes or styles in cooking. So are the different nationalities that have their respective and distinct kind of literature, based on their culture. Honesty in presentation, though how seem simple they may be discerned, are on what the foods and writings are judged.

 

The intriguing simple dishes of a far away Asian country can elicit curiosity and admiration due to their exotic taste, just like the equally intriguing broken-lined poetry of young poets today.

 

Respect is what foods and writings should be given. They should not be altered based on the whims of others. Those who cannot take the taste of certain foods and intriguing literary style should prepare their own dish or come up with their own poems or essays.

 

Invented gadgets, contraptions, and machines can be altered and improved based on their progressing necessity. But dishes should remain as originally concocted and can just be made as basis for new ones by food enthusiasts. In the same manner that the different styles in writing poems and essays should remain as they are written by the author and those who have been inspired should come up with their own style of presenting the idea.

 

Based on the above, nobody should be timid in coming up with their own cookery, essay or poem. What they come up with, unconsciously reflect their personality, such that, simple people may come up with simple dishes and simply written poems, as well as, short essays. Those with complex character, on the other hand, may come up with equally complicated dishes due to various ingredients, as well as, poems and essays with difficult to discern messages.

 

What I mean here is: everybody can cook and write which are just two of the many expressions of life…our various reasons for living. Most importantly, while the styles in preparing foods and presenting ideas vary, their respective essence remains the same.

Ricardo Jamorabon, Jr.: “Mr. Discipline” and Among the Pillars of Notre Dame of Tacurong College

Ricardo Jamorabon, Jr.: “Mr. Discipline”

And Among the Pillars Of Notre Dame of Tacurong College

By Apolinario Villalobos

Even before I entered the gates of Notre Dame of Tacurong College as a first year high school student in the early part of the ‘70’s, I already heard the name “Jamorabon”, who was known for being “strict”. He was in-charge of the PMT (Preparatory Military Training) and ROTC (Reserved Officer Training Corp) of the school. When I finally enrolled in first year high school, I saw and heard him talk – with an intimidating booming voice that became his signature for years to come. It was Boy Scout for the first two years of my high school, but on my third and fourth years, there was no choice but to undergo the rigid PMT drills in the amor seco –filled activity ground of the campus. He was indeed, strict, having proved it myself after several push-ups and runs that I did for being late during several formations.

Our school was small compared to other Notre Dame campuses in Cotabato that time, before the province’s partition that made our part become Sultan Kudarat, with the rest as, South Cotabato, North Cotabato, and Maguindanao. We were also among the smallest in population. But every time there were inter-campus drill competitions, we were always on the top three. Thanks to Mr. Jamorabon who took pains in sharing with the corps, platoon, and squad commandeers what he knew about military drills. To be a “commandeer” then, was a sacrifice on the part of the chosen outstanding students, as practice drills after classes would last up to the “novena hour” which was six in the afternoon. On the other hand, the string of patience was practically extended as needed by the big-voiced mentor.

The rigid discipline that was imposed by him among the PMT cadets was also experienced by the college students who took up ROTC, and that included me later on, because he was with us, until our graduation…with our batch of college graduates in 1975 being the last. The college department was closed temporarily due to the lack of enrollees that could sustain its operation. While we left the campus as graduates, Mr. Jamorabon stayed behind as the High School Department was still in operation, besides, he was also teaching Mathematics, and most especially, he was the coach of the basketball team. That was also the last time that I saw him.

More than ten years later, while I was attending a seminar as a PAL employee, at the Development Academy of the Philippines in Tagaytay, I received a note from, of all people, Mr. Jamorabon! He was also attending a seminar in the same facility. He saw my name among those in the list posted on the door of the room where my group was having sessions and took chance in sending me a note for the confirmation of his curiosity. When we finally met, I could not explain what I felt, for having been honored by such curiosity. I was not expecting him, a well-respected teacher in our school, to remember me, as I considered myself an insignificant student when I was in high school and college. After that meeting, it took years again before we saw each other, and that was when I was invited by our school as Commencement Exercises speaker during the last term of the Dominican Sisters as administrators. That meeting was followed, after a long time again, which was when I visited his wife, Ma’am Emma, after her stroke.

When I had a rare chance to talk to Mr. Menandro Lapuz, a respected pioneer resident, I asked him for names of people in our city, whom he consider to be outstanding as local citizens. He mentioned “Jamorabon” among the first five names without hesitation, before groping for the rest of names in his memory.

An important note on Mr. Lapuz…he and his two brothers, Eusebio and Felipe, arrived in the area when Tacurong was yet a vast land of rice paddies and swamp. They came from Luzon and upon arriving in the wharf of Cotabato they took a local ferry plying the Rio Grande de Mindanao that took them to one of the villages in Sultan sa Barongis. The Lapuzes were already comfortably settled in Tacurong when it was weaned from Buluan as one of its sitios known as Pamansang. He was around when the foundation of the Notre Dame, one of the first Catholic schools in the whole of Cotabato was established by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate (OMI) fathers. He was also around when the pioneering teachers and staff of the school, together with the “working students” joined forces to construct the basketball court and multi-purpose stage, as well as, in undertaking projects for the parish church. Among those in the “volunteer labor force”, according to him, was “Ric” Jamorabon who caught his attention because of his intimidating “big voice”.

I am in touch today with Mr. Jamorabon through his sons who follow my blogs in facebook. I see in the statements of his sons when they make comments, the same rigidly- disciplined personality and wit that I experienced from their father. I do not know if my “remarkable teacher” could still recall how he let me clean the “armory” during one afternoon of PMT formation, to escape the “hair cut inspection” that he would conduct. I failed during the time to have a hair cut simply because I had no money… that, I told him straight before the formation in the field when he beckoned to me. With a straight face, he told me to run to the “armory” and sweep its floor which saved me from suffering the humiliating “crisscross” hair cut that he would give to the long-haired cadets. That recollection triggered my desire to write this blog, for how can I ever forget such kindness behind the intimidating booming voice? He knew for a fact, that being on my own, and also a working student that time and without parents, a peso meant so much.

My ardent wish is for this unassuming guy to be given due recognition that he more than deserve after spending and sacrificing the best time of his life in molding the early waves of the students of NDTC – I, being one of them, a proud graduate of an equally- proud campus in the whole of Cotabato, that used to be a struggling parochial school, but today garnering recognitions for excellence!…I am just looking back to where I came from.

The Need to Re-examine the historical books about the People whom Spanish Colonizers called “Filipinos”

The Need to Re-examine the Historical Books

About the People whom Spanish Colonizers called “Filipinos”

By Apolinario Villalobos

It is surprising to know that well-known writers were vocal about the supposedly Malaysian ancestry of the Filipinos, a reference which yet, was imposed by the Spanish colonizers. These early writers obviously based their claim on the “Ten Bornean Datus” and the “Code of Kalantiaw”, the veracity of which, have been questioned, since researchers today consider them as “legends”. Pre-Spanish history books made mention about the natives of the islands of Southeast Asian islands, and with whom the early traders such as Indians, Arabs and Chinese had a prosperous commercial intercourse, and in the process intermarried with them. It could be possible that because of trading ventures, those from the Malay Peninsula who have ventured into the Philippine archipelago could have also intermarried with the natives just like the three mentioned groups of traders, but who were never referred to as the ancestors of Filipinos in general . It is unfair then to make a sweeping reference to the Malaysians as the common ancestors of the Filipinos.

The following are some disturbing quotes:

From the poem,”I am a Filipino Boy”, by Amado M. Yuzon, in his book, “The Citizen’s Poems” (1960), the first two line state:

“I am a Filipino boy,

Runs in my veins, Malayan blood;”

From the poem, “Filipinas”, of the same author, from the same book, the second paragraph states:

“I see its face upon your face,

My friend, my sister, my brother;

Your browny skin is its Malayan race,

The Blessed Damosel(?) its mother.

From the book, “Philippine Civics” (1932), used in elementary schools during the American Regime, and authored by Conrado Benitez, p. 16 of Chapter I, the last paragraph states:

“At this point you should recall your Philippine History. How did the first Malay settlers of the Philippines reach these islands? Did they not come in boats called barangays? Yes, these boats or barangays, were loaded with families of Malay immigrants which were related to one another and which constituted a gens(?), or clan, that was under a headman, or chief, or dato. (He must be referring to the legendary “Ten Bornean Datus”).

On page  220, Benitez, emphasized the “Malays” by stating:

“The activities of these early Malays were characterized by cooperation……” (referring to the early Filipinos).

Another emphasis which the same author made was on the title itself of Chapter XIV:

“CHAPTER XIV – How Spain Built Upon our Old Malay Government”

Still, on page 270, Benitez, stated, under a sub-chapter, Bill Of Rights: “Under our old Malayan government, the people had few personal rights.”

Practically, the book of Benitez is replete with reference to the Malaysian ancestry of Filipinos, quoting them all would need several blog pages.  At the time of the book’s publication, he was the Director of Business Administration of the University of the Philippines. His family established the Philippine Women’s University (PWU), located along Taft Avenue. While he was still alive, clamors to re-write history books of the Philippines were loud in view of the questionable ancestry of the Filipinos, based on the controversial “Ten Bornean Datus” and “Code of Kalantiaw”, but he did nothing to republish his own book with necessary rectifications. Researchers who may encounter a copy of the book then, but who has no knowledge on the questionable issue of the Filipino ancestry, will definitely, gobble up the information that Benitez presented.

While the issue on Filipino ancestry has not been settled yet, the Philippine government has added confusion by allowing “authorities” in converting the textbooks into workbooks on other subjects, leaving many students ignorant of what really happened in the past, such as the effort of many national heroes who practically shed blood to gain freedom for the country.

On the issue of Mindanao autonomy, there is no need to cite questionable historic references to give it weight, as we, the people of the Philippines are proud anyway, or our unique Filipino race. There is diversity in religion and culture, just like in any other country, but what cannot be questioned is the harmony that unites us all. And, just like in any other country, the world over, the meddling of politics creates animosities in our country, resulting to the suffering of the Filipinos as a people.

Ang Eat Bulaga Magpapatayo ng Mga Aldub Library sa Buong Bansa…pero ang Gobyerno ay Hindi, Hinayaan pang “Mababoy” ang mga Textbook

Ang Eat Bulaga Magpapatayo ng Mga Aldub Library sa Buong Bansa

…pero ang Gobyerno ay Hindi,  Hinayaan pang  “Mababoy” ang mga Textbook

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

Nagsimula ang adbokasiya ng Eat Bulaga sa pagtulong sa mga estudyante at mga paaralan nang magsagawa sila ng “basura para sa silya”, isang proyekto na tungkol sa pag-ipon nila ng mga plastic na bote mula sa mga komunidad na sumasali sa mga pakontes. Ang napagbentahan naman ay ibinibili nila ng mga armchair para sa mga estudyante. Sinundan ang proyektong ito ng isang nakakagulat na kalye seryeng “Aldub”, dahil makalipas lamang ang ilang linggo ay nanguna na sa viewership at bilang ng twits na umaabot ng milyones – sa buong mundo.

At marami uli ang nagulat nang ang climax series ng kalye seryeng tinagurian “Sa Tamang Panahon” ay ginawa sa Philippine Arena, Oktubre 24, 2015, at ang nalikom na pera ay ipagpapatayo ng mga library para sa maliliit na paaralan lalo na sa mga liblib na lugar, subalit babahaginan din ang mga nasalanta ng hagupit ng bagyong Lando. Mula sa puso ng mga fans ang bawat sentimong ibinahagi nila para sa proyekto, sila na tinaguriang “Aldub Nation”.

Simple lang naman ang gagawin ng Eat Bulaga – magpapatayo ng mga library at lalagyan ng mga ido-donate na mga libro. Kung hahatiin ang mahigit ng konti sa sampung milyon na nasabi nang naipon,  marami na ring library ang maipapagawa kung tatantiyahen ang isang gusaling magkakahalaga ng hindi bababa sa Php300,000 – labor at materyales. Sa liit ng halagang kailangan, bakit hindi ito magawa ng gobyerno? Samantala, naglalaan pa ito ng milyones para sa mga proyektong drowing lang pala, dahil ang inilaang badyet ay hinayaan lang na manakaw.

Nakita ng Eat Bulaga ang kahalagahan ng edukasyon kaya gumawa ito ng proyektong makakatulong ng malaki sa mga estudyante, lalo na ang mga nasa liblib na lugar – mga library na paglalagakan ng mga librong napakahalaga upang makalinang ng dunong ang isang bata. Ang nakita naman ng mga tiwali sa gobyerno ay oportunidad na makapagnakaw sa mga proyekto kahit na ito’y sobrang pangangailangan ng mamamayan.  Hinayaan pa ng gobyernong mababoy ang mga textbook na ginawang negosyo ng mga nagsabwatang publishers at mga opisyal ng pamahalaan na may kinalaman sa edukasyon. Kung ano-anong mga libro ang mga pilit na pinapagamit sa mga bata, kaya kung pumasok ang mga ito ay animo magbabakasyon sa malayong lugar dahil halos malita na ang hila-hila sa pagpasok.

At ang masakit, pagkalipas ng isang school term, lipas na rin ang kahalagahan ng mga librong ginawang “workbooks” dahil ang mga tanong sa mga bandang hulihan ng mga tsapter ay pinagsasagot ng mga gumamit na esudyante, kaya hindi na maaaring gamitin ng nakakabatang kapatid o ibang walang kayang bumili ng mga libro.

Talagang bantad o walang hiya na ang mga opisyal ng gobyerno dahil sa kabila ng nakikitang mga kaganapan na maaari nitong tularan tulad ng mga proyekto ng Eat Bulaga ay dedma lang sila… na para bang nagsasabi pa ng “pakialam namin sa inyo”. Kungsabagay, bakit pa ba sila mamumrublema kung namumutok na sa pera ang kanilang bulsa?

The Importance of History…and the Educated Youth Today

The Importance of History

…and the Educated Youth of Today

by Apolinario Villalobos

Some educated youth of this generation do not seem to know or are familiar with the country’s history. Just imagine the consternation of a field TV reporter interviewing a student when asked, who the first President of the Philippine Commonwealth was. The student was obviously caught by surprised and could not utter a word. The reporter asked her another question about Tandang Sora to which she finally replied as “a place in Quezon City…in Commonwealth Avenue”. When asked about her school, she proudly mentioned a university along Espaῆa St. in Sampaloc. Her current school has got nothing to do with her ignorance, but her previous schools, those she went to as an elementary pupil and the one she attended as a high school student. Still, on her own, she could have, at least, exercised a little diligence in enriching her knowledge about her country. The danger here is that, she may transfer this ignorance to her offspring, a vicious cycle which is happening today.

That is the irony of the current educational system. Schools give attention to their need in developing with the time, with reference to the fast technological transformation of practically everything that influence life. So, schools are worried when their computer system is outdated or they do not have the latest modules for courses that they offer to be more competitive with other educational institutions, to entice more enrollees.  But sadly, many courses today, do not fit in any way to jobs that are available. This lackadaisical approach in the current educational system, also shows well in how institutions seem to have disregarded the importance of basic knowledge of our country’s history, shamefully manifesting in the ignorance of some students who thought that they have learned enough.

On the other hand, some students, themselves, may be blamed for their ignorance. At an early age they get fascinated with the games in the internet. Growing older, they get glued to its social webs….facebook, twitter, etc. They would rather browse for photos that they could share in their timelines or exchange messages about trending issues. They disregard sites that are just clicks away from the facebook or twitter pages. These are sites from which they can gain insights on what the Philippines was, years ago, and the people whose gallantry propelled the country towards democracy.

Worse is the discernible attitude of some students who are seem to be just proud about their ignorance of their country’s history, as if trying to give an impression that they belong to the modern hi-tech age.  That is why, they are no longer interested in what happened before. During the latest May 1 Labor Day protest rallies, one young student was asked why he joined the march. Without any hesitation, he said, “there is no class anyway, and I am with my boardmates”. Obviously, he has no knowledge about the historical significance of the traditional May 1 celebration, and the historical issues behind the insufficient wage for which the different labor unions are fighting for. All he knew was that he was having fun, marching and shouting slogans with his boardmates.

College or university graduates whose parents pawn properties and spend lifetime savings for their education, find it difficult to land a reputable job. They failed to check historical information about the course they have chosen, courses that become useless as they do not fit the requirements of available jobs. These are the young graduates who look forward to clerical jobs in the air-conditioned offices but, which come in trickles compared to the surge of good paying technical jobs, some of which require only two years of studies and on-the-job trainings.

A little looking back will not result to a stiff neck, but still, most of the youth, especially, the “highly” educated who believe they belong to a different realm, refuse to do it. They just refuse to learn some lessons from the failure of their predecessors in the past, lessons that could give them a push forward. For their failure to find a job, these ignorant youth blame the government for “not creating jobs”, insult the President for being a “slave” of America, blame employers for low wage, etc. They blame practically everybody, except themselves who waste precious time playing internet games in cafes or chat with friends about show business happenings.

Given a chance to rise from his grave and live again for even just a few minutes, I cannot imagine what Jose Rizal would say about the Filipino youth of today. Will he still say that “the youth are the hope of our nation”, when some of them may not even have an idea that it was he who uttered this hopeful statement? They who have no idea where Mt. Buntis is? They who do not know where Maragondon is? They who have not heard of Princess Tarhata? They who do not know how to pronounce the letter “R” properly when speaking in Filipino? They who shout obscenities in front of the US Embassy but toe the line for an American visa to be stamped on their passport?

For the youth who may happen to view this discourse, don’t lose heart if you honestly think that you do not belong to the “some” whom I mentioned. Instead, extend a helping hand by admonishing those whom you think are concerned.

Ngayon lang Nalaman ng Gobyerno ang Kakulangan sa Kaalaman sa Philippine History ng mga Estudyante???!!!

Ngayon lang Nalaman ng Gobyerno

Ang Kakulangan sa Kaalaman sa Philippine History

Ng mga Estudyante??!!

ni Apolinario Villalobos

Kung hindi pa dahil sa tanong mula sa mga kabataan at kumalat sa social media kung bakit palaging nakaupo si Apolinario Mabini, hindi pa nalaman ng mga kinauukulan sa gobyerno ang kawalan ng kaalaman ng mga kabataan tungkol sa mahahalagang bagay sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas. Nakakahiya!!!

Pinalitan ng Asian Studies ang Philippine History sa High School. Nakakaduda rin kung may itinuturong kasaysayan sa mga mababang baytang ng mga paaralan. Sa dami ng mga “workbooks” na nakasilid sa animo ay maleta na bag ng mga bata, sila ay nalilito na kaya walang pumapasok halos sa kanilang kamuwangan. Paanong hindi pagdudahan ito, ganoong ang pagturo nga lang ng tamang pagbigkas ng mga letrang Pilipino lalo na ang letrang “R” ay hindi nga nagagawa ng  ibang titser. Napansin kong maski ang ibang mga titser mismo ay guilty sa maling pagbigkas ng letrang “R”. Para kasi sa kanila, ang pa-English na pagbigkas ng letrang “R” ay sosyal ang dating. Mariin kong nililinaw na hindi lahat ng teacher ay guilty sa pagpapabaya.

Nakakahiyang malaman na ang alam ng karamihan sa mga estudyante tungkol sa “Tandang Sora” ay yong kalye sa Quezon City. Bago rin  sa pandinig nila ang pangalang “Dagohoy”. Lalo na siguro ang pangalang “Sikatuna” at “Lakandula”, “Marikudo”, “Sumuroy”, “Maniwangtiwang”, at iba pa. Pero tanungin sila tungkol sa mga games sa internet at cellphone…lahat alam nila!

Nakakahiya ring malaman na ang ibang estudyante ay may kayabangan pang umaamin na kaunti lang ang alam nila tungkol sa Philippine History. Para sa kanila, walang class ang Philippine History, hindi tulad ng Information Technology, kaya mula sa paaralang halos walang itinuro dahil sa nakakalitong mga “workbooks”, hanggang sa pag-uwi kung saan ang aatupagin naman ay computer games at pagpi-facebook, ano pa ang aasahan sa mga kabataang kinabibiliban ni Rizal kaya itinuring niyang mga “pag-asa ng bayan”?

Sino ngayon ang may kasalanan?…marami! Kasama diyan ang korap na gobyernong manhid at bulag sa tunay na kalagayan ng sistema ng edukasyon, ang mga teacher na nakakalimot sa pagturo ng tamang asal at pagbigkas ng mga titik ng wikang Pilipino, ang mga magulang na pabaya dahil mas gusto pang nasa internet café ang mga anak upang hindi sila naiistorbo sa pangangapitbahay at pagtotong-its, ang mga barkada ng mga kabataang humahatak sa kanila tungo sa mga bisyo, at ang makabagong pamumuhay at teknolohiya kung saan nakakapulot ang mga kabataan ng mga karahasan dahil sa mga games na kanilang nilalaro.

Huwag nang magmaang-maangan. Tanggapin ang masakit na katotohanan tungkol sa kapabayaan na nagresulta sa kabobohan ng ilang mga kabataan, dahil hangga’t walang tinatanggap o inaaming kasalanan o kamalian… walang maitutuwid o maitatama.