I Think It Ain't Christmas

Back home, it is never surprising September perks up. As always, Christmas carols begin to traffic the sound waves and it is no doubt that whenever we hear those carols we begin to feel the Christmas spirit. It is during this month that homes begin to fill their best Christmas decors. Shopping centers begin to splurge on new yuletide designs with facades overlaid with the most intricate and captivating motifs. 
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Such excitation of time is always attuned to Filipinos' inundating attitude of celebrating the Yuletide. With mundane life, extravagance always comes closer to our minds showing off that we still have the festive atmosphere in every home. It’s Filipinos’ has-been for any festivity.

We see Christmas in many perspectives. For many, it is a time to gather the family together; it is gift-giving time; it is a reunion of long lost friends; it is the time to prepare the most sumptuous meal; it is a time to take a break; it is the time to have the most shopping spree, and, it is a time to remember the Nativity. It is indeed the season of all festive seasons.

While we think these are special things we do during Christmas, we would never feel the true meaning of it unless we begin to realize that we celebrate it with that reason coming from our heart.

Christmas is always a celebration of life. To many, I think, it calls for no specific day or time. It is always a day-to-day mustering of what we wish and hope for. For the working people it is the-long-wait-is-over period for bonuses and 13th month pay.

Then, it was a joy sight-seeing at night with those Christmas lights in different sizes, colors, and forms. Then, it was a great walk on the lobby of any malls with shops parading different displays of Christmas creations. Then, it was beautiful humming old time wassails being played along. Then, it was wonderful with the cool breeze fondling every part of us.

Now, I feel and see again another beautiful Christmas night. Lights flicker. Firecrackers blast endlessly. Horns blow deafeningly. Carolers sing joyfully. Streets are filled with last-minute shoppers. Every person greets each other enthusiastically. The night is filled with laughter. There is the Christmas rush, too.

Yes, they all happen now. But everything is now a masquerade of my nostalgic moments that relentlessly revisit me. The great and beautiful images I see are just another works in TV stations' studios featuring Christmas moments around the world. While I glue myself to TV, I can't help but start reminiscing every Christmas piece I can put together just to relieve myself of such wistfulness.

And, it's been six months now. It's worth that I had many firsts away from home. I had that first summer reaching up to 50°C. I had my first experience of a sandstorm. I had my first November rain. I had my first winter chilling up to 10°C and below.

All the while of accounting those firsts, I never noticed time really flies. I think it ain't Christmas yet.

I never noticed it is December. For the past months, it’s great if I could make busy of myself with office works rather than thinking where I am and knowing much that I’m away from home to celebrate Christmastime with my folks.

It is always sweet to remember the many Christmases we had. Once wishers, now we turn ourselves to Santas granting wishes of people who are dear to us. We celebrate Christmas in a much varied ways. Some may have celebrated it in a much colorful, grandiose or fun-filled way, and others may have been the reverse, but the best thing is that we always laugh our heart out with family and friends.

Thanks to youtube and on-line FM stations, whenever I’m in the office I still have time to watch and listen Christmas treats. Thanks to networking sites (friendster, wayn, facebook, etc.), I still can extend far home greetings of the season. Thanks to cable TV, I still get to enjoy Christmas shows whenever I am in my room. Thanks to my nightly walking exercise, I still can sing soulfully Christmas songs in my aloneness. I still have time to relive moments of my Christmases.

Now, I am thinking how to have the very least time to celebrate my Christmas Eve, alone for now. #




The Crabs in Us




The fond memories I had in the island for about 23 years is now becoming a dream. Living in it completes one’s bucolic passion. However, there’s also that parochial way of seeing things in the island that is often manifested by the shores that limit an individual’s urban aspiration. Because a body of water surrounds the island, the pastoral design is often encompassed by the islander’s desire to go beyond the depth of the waters whether to fish or just bathe under the sun.

It’s always unforgettable remembering the days as an island boy. I always wear a smile whenever I recall the times I had getting shells, catching fish, harvesting seaweeds (as if there’s a farm), and running after some crustaceans especially during low tides and when days permitted me to be on the shore. This way of life was always ending up my nights with a stertor. As visibility is to being easy, crabs were always on the look out of predators then running sideways as fast as they could or burrowing into the mud or sand. I always loved watching them tiptoeing or readying their pincers or claws to protect themselves. Only until second year high school I learned that crabs don’t have bones. Instead, they have a hard shell which protects the soft insides of their body. Crabs have five pairs of legs of which the first pair has powerful claws at the end seemingly usable to defend or fight predators; the other four pairs of legs are used for walking or running and for paddling through the water. Many times had been allotted catching crabs but they were spared by me from being eaten. All throughout my life I never have eaten crabs.

Crabs can either be true crabs or hermit crabs. Whatever divisions they have, crabs remain to be one of the many innocent animals being tried by people in any means. They are inevitably placed on the hot seat as they form part in most people’s cooking pan. On the other hand, they are maligned or stereotyped as their name suggests a negative impression or idea.

From the most sumptuous delicacy served on many tables to the most annoying nature served by different cultures, crabs have not been served the justice they should get from being used up too much. If crabs could just have a mind like humans, they might have also done vengeance to us. Annoyingly, they could not.

Oven-heat it and there you have a lump crab cake. Call it crab imperial, soft crabs, crab toast, crab balls, crab leg, crab stuffed mushrooms, crab dip, or crab-avocado-and-mango stack, all they have are crabs. They sound delectable and taste luscious. They’re cuisine in many retouches.

Call it the way Paul Harvey, an American broadcaster and columnist, coined it in 1995 as Crayfish syndrome. Say it as alamihi syndrome as Hawaiians do. Cry it as doomsday mentality as Black Americans did. Whatever the term is across borders, it’s just crab mentality for Filipinos. The term now is not anymore mouthwatering but sucking.

Let me turn the table down to focus on this cultural serving of divisiveness. Wikipedia defines crab mentality as the tendency to "outdo another at the other's expense" or to "pull down those who strive to be better. Further, it is broadly associated with short-sighted, non-constructive thinking rather than a unified, long-term, constructive mentality. It is also often used colloquially in reference to individuals or communities attempting to "escape" a so-called "underprivileged life", but kept from doing so by those others of the same community or nation attempting to ride upon their coat-tails.

Internet search engines don’t have any finding for the etymology of the term, even on-line dictionaries. On my own theory, crab mentality maybe dates back as humans first existed. It was just later known when there was that representation en masse of behavior or society. Detailing historically, crab mentality was a common mind infliction among individuals during the Spanish Colonial Era. Friars were among those who set the very detail of this mentality. They caused to ruin the state which they ran to prove their power threatening the Indios. They used one ethnic group to fight against another for honor. The typical social status symbol is credited even until now as the most debilitating contribution of crab mentality by the Spaniards to Filipinos. After some 300 years of Spanish occupation, the American Imperial Era contributed much also to this mentality through its colonialism - a policy in which a country rules other nations and develops trade for its own benefit.

The long time past had history of Filipinos adapting to the kind of mentality that Spanish and Americans had in common. Today, we see the same kind of Filipinos who use their power to oppress the many. We see these people becoming nostalgic if they cannot do it to others. In a country like ours, the condition is very notable. The crisis is square and very apparent. There’s Administration vs. Opposition. There’s Tagalog vs. Cebuano. There’s this call center agent vs. an English teacher. There’s this insecure officemate vs. a bossy co-worker. There’s this ambitious self vs. personal arrogance. All these take the same league. All these form part in us. I say, there’s the CRAB in US.

My island life was very focused and contained. In the island, there’s the idea of openness, oneness, and care. I still can’t forget the neighborly wisdom I had gotten from the island folks. Yet there were perturbed island moments, but there was also that dream and expression of moving onward to the borderless world hopeful of every new beginning. Now I see the dream and the urban zone of people with close minds. The metro offers nothing but unfair competition. You need pitons more than how much a mountaineer needs to bravely bring yourself to the apex. My solace has never come yet. Crabs feel the same while looking for that justice of why blame them if it’s man’s action. #





What are Friends [are] for?

Who'd be forgetting an immortal line from a friend who once said, "What are friends are for?" It is a sweet relief remembering him saying the lines while most in the group chuckled.

Yep! It's not about what he says per se but it is all about the essence deeply toned in the context of the word friends.

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It has been sometimes that I never felt the way I used to, that is, surrounded by friends, making boisterous laughter, going to perks and pops, and much of more than simple acquaintances. Shortly, I’m missing friends and life will never be the same.

Friends are birthed in many ways. We may have childhood friends. Some others got mutual friends. Many might have friends from different neighborhoods. Most might have gotten friends from their workplaces. Friends come in different sizes and in different packages. Commonest between these qualities and quantities is always tied to lifelong companionship. From the very onset of friendship, in ourselves we create a sense of completeness. In his humanistic psychology, Abraham Maslow noted the hierarchical journey of how we are motivated to supplement and/or supplant necessities in our lives and one of these is immersing ourselves to what we need socially.

Taking a biological account of friendship, it always starts with seeding. We throw the best smile we have hoping somehow that this gesture would eventually grow into a simple acquaintance. Then begins saying the simplest hi and hello. The next time it will be stemming up to knowing names etc. Eventually, it will bloom and will come to fruition adding more friends along the way. The very necessity is that this metamorphosis should be rooted on understanding. This is what Karen Karbo, novel author whose three works were named New York Times Notable Books, opines, The conventional wisdom is that we choose friends because of who they are. But it turns out that we actually love them because of the way they support who we are.

But what are friends for? Mark Vernon, an English writer, journalist, and author of some philosophy books on friendship points out that a tremendous burden is being placed on friendship: more and more is being asked of this voluntary, informal, personal relationship. For example, it is commonplace for sociologists to note that institutions like marriage, kinship, class, unions and corporations are loosing their stickiness. As their power to hold society together moderates, so, they say, people are turning to friendship to support them and secure their sense of place in the world. In a rational world, we develop considerable reasons on why we want friends. Basically, we need friends for companionship. We need friends because we want to be connected and we never wanted being left out. We need friends for security. We need friends to uplift our weakened self, cheer us up, motivate, and comfort us. We need friends to do favor. We need friends because we are looking forward for somebody whom we can share our privies and personal inhibitions.

On a more deductive note, I got a few select friends. I never had any childhood friends. In the many workplaces I had been into, I enjoyed temporal friendships. A year or two, we got simple bonding and reunions. Before, I, at least, shortly got pats on shoulder; now, there is no likelihood of getting a friend to start a new bond. Before, I used to get along with my buddies, not every day anyway; now, I do take a little glimpse of people I meet by their eyes. Before, I had friends who were at my age; now, I succumb to groping with everybody in a workplace of gentlemen and serious-at-40. Dusting off the way you used to do is remorse to begin anew. Today, aside from being picky, people look for affluence, but more than affluence they want to sense right away trustworthiness from you. Now that I am bound by cultural differences, looking for friends is like peeping on the button hole. In a country not like ours, we seldom get friends because we have opposite poles and it is never like a magnet. Language is always a barrier. Commonness of idea, the what-you-got, reservations, easiness, racial disposition and a lot more are often the poles that set apart.

While my friends are left with all the great companies, all I can do for them is give a call or text once in a while just to let them remember that I’m still wanting to be part of the circle. I need to wish them the most of good lucks just to keep my wanting spirit be with them. Sending special gifts and other stuffs are just some associations or manifestations of telling them that I am still the closest among their friends. Spending sometimes for them is somewhat better while I am waiting here for a new friend to come along and invite me a cup of refreshing tea. It is not dismissing my old friends but rather adding a new loop to widen my circle.

True and it is no delight that moving out from what was once your comfort zone always puts you in a dilemma. In friendship there is always this resentment, that of goodbye. The move is not a choice but a consequence of a selfless journey for betterment. Yes, it is my choice to leave my friends back home because I want a better life. But my life isn’t better without the spark of friendship; in every thing it takes two to tango.

Friends come and go and we never wanted this cycle to happen. Just like the season, it's also evanescent. Whether we struggle every day looking for new ones, it's always a boon to tell when. So, treasure your friends and count them one by one if they are still completing the beads in your circle.

A commercial says, Life can't wait! But who will? I can’t grab somebody and force him to be my friend, but every day is an open space for one to come in. Wherever we go we only anchor ourselves to wishful thinking that we may not always be alone, that one day we can gain new friends. It is always a predicament; no man is an island. I hope I can.

To my dear friend, Jenny Vergara, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you always create in you a selfless journey to getting more friends inspiring them all the way like you always do. Take care! #




On Being Teachers and Teaching

Back in my teaching days in one of my college classes at the university, I was giving the Midterm grades to my English 30 class. Muttering could be heard across because of the low grades they mostly got. Then three Education students bravely confronted me.

They asked, “Sir, why did you give us 2.8 when we are working scholars?”

Exasperated, I replied them upfront in question, “Are you academic scholars?”

In unison, they said, “No…”

I broke in, “Indeed, because you are in poverty and not because you are academically good, smart, or you have that ingenuity!”

With that blatant remark, silence came next in the room. Soon, though, I realized my words were just too harsh.

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Now and sometimes, we are always challenged by the very depressing status of the Philippine education system. As teachers, our competence, used to educate individuals, is always a frontline to help our system advocate changes. It is a thematic concern that we have involved ourselves in this service. It is in this environment that we are conditioned to hone skills not in the very least that we can do. It is a commitment of transmitting the very ideal because we work in a profession which, to many, is fragile. Ours is a profession which walks a million miles and clads numberless individuals with all nitty-gritty. Our profession is supreme for it brings about change and empowers humans. Educationists, in existence, are born out of wedlock – of commitment and content – not because we are suppressed of finances, challenged mentally or consumed with a do-or-else argument because all these often lead to eventual systemic snafu.

Then and now, we always have to go back to the never-ending contention of what is quality in teaching. McRobbie (2000) asserted that "knowledge profoundly affects student achievement. In every teaching field — from mathematics to science to early childhood, vocational, or gifted education — those who are fully prepared, certified in education and in their discipline, and supported with solid induction programs are more successful with students than those less prepared. They are also much more likely to stay in the profession and do well."

In Darling-Hammond’s (2000) research, "teachers who lack knowledge of content and/or teaching strategies cannot offer their students adequate learning opportunities. In today’s high stakes education climate, those students may then be penalized — for example, held back or not allowed to graduate — when, in fact, the problem is the system’s failure to provide them with qualified teachers."

No Child Left Behind (2004) intensifies the background of teaching education. It stated that "teachers are one of the most critical factors in how well students achieve. For instance, studies in both Tennessee and Texas found that students who had effective teachers greatly outperformed those who had ineffective teachers. In the Tennessee study, students with highly effective teachers for three years in a row scored 50 percentage points higher on a test of math skills than those whose teachers were ineffective.”

In a peer-reviewed scholarly journal from the College of Education of Arizona State University published in the Education Policy Analysis Archives Vol. 12 No. 46 (2004) edited by Gene V. Glass, researches were summed up: "Before and after the reports of the 1980’s, the community of researchers concerned with teaching produced many studies to determine the relationship between teacher variables and student achievement. Hanushek (1992), for example, estimated that a high quality teacher, in comparison to a low quality teacher, can provide one full year difference in the learning of a class of children (one and one-half years growth in grade level vs. only a half year growth). Others echoed this theme (e.g. Goldhaber, 2002; Ferguson, 1998). While no single approved list of characteristics has emerged, it is generally agreed that credentials alone (graduation from a particular school of education, having advanced course work in education, holding a masters of education degree) do not provide assurance about the qualifications of teachers. Other factors are at work (Goldhaber and Brewer, 1996; 2000). But in the end, wrote Katie Haycock for the Education Trust (1998), “…What all of the studies conclude, is the single most important factor in student achievement [is] the teacher.” (p. 2).

As teachers in teachers college, we teach and seldom we involve in persuading our students the reality of being teachers, of letting them know that a course in Education is not an overnight profession. It is not graduating a thousand strategies but graduating a handful theory ready to be practiced and reflected.

I’m sure, that it is on realizing our own existence – how have we come to know and appreciate ourselves if our mentors before where nonsense and defunct teachers – that we acknowledge our competence. I can vouch my education was hatched by great teachers. I could have been unsure of my future if it were not due to them who were braced with good education. Thinking on this edge might be wondrous if we are to graduate incompetent ones. Adding these kinds of graduates to the ailing education system we have can worsen the condition. An editorial from the Philippine Daily Inquirer (05/Jan/08) opined: "English proficiency among teachers is deteriorating, but so is Science education and Mathematics too. And it is not just something, but a lot of things that are wrong with our educational system… Educators have cited a host of reasons for the dismal state of Philippine education, including the lack of teachers and classrooms as well as the error-filled textbooks and instructional materials. But way up there among the major reasons should be the poor preparation and training of teachers."

Let me leave you this final note from the quintessential teacher, Dr. Onofre Pagsanghan, as Butch Hernandez, in his commentary (Philippine Daily Inquirer Opinion Column, 11/09/07), ended: “Teaching is the only profession where so much is asked and so little is given. Be that as it may, such is the price you pay for the life you choose. On the other hand, if there is anything our teachers have taught us, it is that Excellence is its own Reward.”


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Darling-Hammond, L. (2000). “Teacher Quality and Student Achievement: A Review of State Policy Evidence,” Education Policy Archives, Volume 8. 19 Feb. 2008. http://epaa.asu.edu.

McRobbie, Joan (2000). Knowledge Brief – Teacher Development: Policies that Make Sense. 19 Feb. 2008. http://www.wested.org/online_pubs/teacher_dev/TeacherDev.pdf.

No Child Left Behind: A Toolkit for Teachers. U.S. Department of Education (2004). 19 Feb. 2008.

http://www.dese.mo.gov/divimprove/fedprog/grantmgmnt/PDF_Files/nclb_teachers_toolkit_04_rev.pdf.

Philippine Daily Inquirer, January 5, 2008, Editorial.

Philippine Daily Inquirer, September 11, 2007, Opinion.

Sanders, W. and J. Rivers (1996). Cumulative and Residual Effects of Teachers on Future Student Academic Achievement. Knoxville, Tenn.: University of Tennessee Value-Added Research and Assessment Center.




But what about a Sundae on a Sunday?




It was quite sometimes back home when I had that remembrance of Patricia Evangelista’s Blond and Blue Eyes. Touched by that one great speech from a great speaker who won the 2004 Best Speaker award in the International Public Speaking competition conducted yearly by the English-Speaking Union in London, I was fine-tuning the essence of Pinoys’ existence in a world where everything is bested for survival. It was a relief from so much questioning about Pinoys’ diaspora or what she called in her speech desertion. Over times in my classes I would love to share her message to my students for it always moves me even today in my recollection.

But what about a sundae on a Sunday?

Cramming for the last minute chatting on a Sunday, an email sent by my brother held me aback, thus, stopping the session. I might have not considered it urgent if it were not for the mind impasse on credit cards that I needed to pay the soonest time possible. Two cards and a couple of loans, they’re all for me a crazy thing to think. So, the email gave me a tough ride to outdo practical notion from a favorable passion. It was a job hiring for mid-east. I know teaching is my passion but it is mean to say I’ll bet a hundred bucks for the predicament that by the next 10 years I’ll be richer by a hundred thousand pesos with this profession. But, no! Nobody gets rich monetarily in teaching and I need to pay my hundred-thousand bank-billed accounts. Frightened by the agents who often called even class hours that I might lost my earned possession, worst, I get years of imprisonment, so I need to scratch my head. Awful! What could people who know me say about this? That I owe these debts gaining nothing? That I have all the money and still I’m losing a bargain for nothing changed in my self after eight years of working?

So, here’s sundae for me. Frosts of any ordinary ice cream do bite your lips and tongue but give you a great delight. Much when you get that sundae – ice cream served with syrup poured over it, and often other toppings, as whipped cream, chopped nuts, or fruit. Imagine that lustful taste of any topping.

Now, imagine that lustful desire of earning money higher than what you earned back home. Forget passion. Forget overdue heroism as has always been stereotyped to teachers. I’m ready to take on new and wanting challenges. Thinking that if I were to stay in the Philippines I could not have anything I want to. My life isn’t one solitary journey; it’s a journey where my family and I have to go hand in glove.

No, not a word in the past anymore is diaspora for me. It is now a word that will help me answer the questions on why Filipinos leave the country. As our government always words it, OFWs are the new heroes of our country, another [crap] cliché.

Like Patricia, I still need to come home, hopefully, richer in every sense of the word. #




A Tribute to a 24-hour Profession




I never wanted to become a teacher. My dream was to do chemical fusion and to, one day, become a famous chemical engineer. My childhood days never gave me a remembrance of doing such teaching stuff. All I had was that beautiful vision of me with my siblings walking on pots of gold with all their shared experiences in their chosen fields. My interest only perked up when I was in my second year college. I decided to thinking that in the teaching profession I can touch thousands of lives, which for me was a sweet-lemoning self affair after flunking two subjects earlier in college. At first I thought of considering teaching as only a very simple vocation. My immersions as a student teacher even pushed me to believe, as I saw teaching from my mentors’ perspective, that teaching was indeed a very easy job. Not much when years passed for I learn one thing. I know that teaching is the only 24-hour profession.

As a teacher, I needed to wake up at 5 am. The groggy appearance I had on the mirror spoke of that very inconsiderable amount of sleep. Sad to note, I had to wake up early for I needed to prepare my morning routine. I got to involve myself with the very first questions: Have I taken enough showers? Have I eaten my breakfast? Have I ironed my uniform properly? Have I polished my shoes? Have I locked up my bag with all the gadgets in it? Have I checked all the outlets and other electrical lines? All these are questions I needed to answer before leaving my boarding house, else, I would begin to mess up the routine I was forced to do.

As a teacher, I needed to be at the school’s gate before 7 am. While crossing the street I had to boggle my mind with another set of questions: Do I have an ID that I may not be barred from entering the school? Have I caught on time the flag ceremony? Do I need to use other gates due to the traffic of students and vehicles? Do I need to begin my lesson with this or that? Do I need to change my strategy? There were always unpredictable shifts that I needed to think again that I might not end up freaking on it.

As a teacher, I needed to work even during vacant periods. The first hour in school cropped up as my vacant period but I needed to do other last-minute preparations before starting my class. Have I checked the quizzes we had? Did I give assignment in any of my classes that I could prepare answers? Have I multiplied copy of the article for classroom reading? Have I aligned today my lesson with the science and math lessons? Have my students prepared their assigned tasks? These were always sickening things I needed not resist to.

As a teacher, I needed to teach religiously. From 8:45 am to 6:00 pm, except 12:00 noon, I needed to satisfy the innocence of my students. They always looked forward to every day if I had new inputs or materials for them. Again, I began to think: Have all desired to have this kind of material? Will all be able to understand my discussion? Will the students be able to respond me? Have I given them the right motivation? Have I sufficiently followed my plan? Have I targeted the essential skills? There wasn’t any way of escaping my thoughts because I needed to think ahead to muster the profession I have.

As a teacher, I needed to work while I ate. My 12-noon break was not an hour to rest. I needed to work for another things. Much as I wanted to concentrate eating, I couldn’t do away tinkling my keyboard to start another paperworks. Again, have I prioritized this paper? Have I done the other paper? Have I completed the first requirement? Papers are always a sore every day.

As a teacher, I needed to work beyond class hours. Checking of papers, making lesson plan, preparing visual aids, surfing the net – all these gave me a handful sleep. I needed to rest, but the clock always struck at 2:00 am. Again and again, I asked, “Have I done 50% of my work?”

As a teacher, I needed to work while I slept. Dreams were always in my mind. I dreamt of things I did in school. My mind worked as if it had traveled over ages of me, of what I did and of what I unconsciously wanted. I worked and I asked, “Have I stopped doing things?”

I surely got to involve myself. I was worried that I was beginning to peak my 40, which others said, “Life begins at 40.” I was occupied, after all; it was a stressful life. It was 40 because life was always there for me – I never rested.

But, I was hoping that that fruitful year would come ahead before reaching my 40th year.

After ten years, now, I’m resting.#




When Technology Collides with Culture




Technology brings together culture. Culture embodies technology. But how does embodiment take place?

Filipinos’ pastoral way of tilling lands became the remarkable condition to ignite advanced mechanisms. From the inhumane use of carabaos to mechanical plowing, culture has set a new dimension of workability. Because of the underlying social changes, culture needs to integrate new technology.

In the context of the historical account of technology in the first industrial revolution, it was assumed as a harmless tool for the improvement of work and to end exhaustions in the work of unskilled laborers. However, the second industrial revolution or during the Machine Age, technology had been addressed as a threat to human life and values. As debate evolved, technophiles admissibly put a demarcation that technology is neither good nor bad. Technology only becomes a threat or a nonthreatening agent depending on how it is put to use.

For Filipinos, the problem of development goes with the very nature of how the social institutions react to the speedy transformation of technology. When institutions are lagged behind, the tendency is a total twist and makeshift of facing technological mobility which comes to an unprepared end.

With the global era spearheading the use of technology, the ability of the nation-states to develop depends upon the creation of a broad-based social capability to master the forces useful for development. For Peter Drucker, a knowledge society is an indispensable factor of production. Hence, the role of education is always a demand to creating knowledgeable human resources. With the transfer of obligation from a non-resonant society to a knowledge society, another great undertaking is the transformation of universities and other educational institutions into competitive sectors to produce the knowledge society. But, the bigger threat is on when this transformation can occur because modernizing the educational system and broadening its reach is both a matter of economic and industrial necessity.

Culture is seen as a mode of life. Culture is underpinned by its basis in social structure. However, modernity and globalization are characterized by widening gaps and cleavages in peoples’ modes of life. Increasingly, a diverse range of social structures obliges their members to enter into ‘meaningful’ interactions’ with each other (Pertierra, 2003). It is very tantamount to say that the nature of a society’s acceptance to culture is seldom adaptive due to the sufficiency of people’s understanding and support. In a struggling economy like ours, it is on this idea that “a technological lag would mean an economic lag.” Economy, to be subservient, must be dependent on the very need of producing egalitarian individuals coping with the equality in resources.

Baark and Jamison (1986) in Patricia Backer’s paper describe the first phase of cultural critique of technology in the early 19th century. The crucial cause was the widespread mechanization of the workplace, the depersonalization of productive work, and the subsequent replacement of the worker with a machine. The machines were attacked directly (Luddites - Ned Ludd, 18th century farm worker in Leicestershire, England, who destroyed machinery), both as physical objects and as symbols of social development. For Berg (1980) in the same paper, the machine was not an impersonal achievement to those living through the Industrial Revolution, it was an issue. In the uncertainty of the times, it still seemed possible to halt the process of rapid technological change. While technology is fast-paced, the Filipino culture does not take much of the interest due to the string attached to it which is the monetary condition. How the Filipino culture accepts technology is very detrimental to the need of time. As Javier noted, leapfrog would be intensified so as to meet the demand of technological change.

In Pertierra’s (2003) study, he pointed that there are many historical, economic and political reasons for the lack of interest in science and technology in the Philippines. The relatively low salaries and social status of scientists as well as their lack of influence in public life, discourages the pursuit of scientific competence. There are also non-cultural factors affecting science and technology. Among them are the lack of a political interest in funding science, the undeveloped nature of an economy requiring low-level rather than high-level technical skills and the absence of institutions specializing in research which prevent a scientific-technical orientation from establishing local roots.

The rapprochement between technology and culture is certainly a fight for goodness to remain a viable economic journey and, as Javier pointed, will redound to the development of humankind. #


>>> With "Development in the Global Era: The Rapprochement Between Technology and Culture" by Dr. Emil Q. Javier (Information shortly detailing Dr. Javier's works and life can be read thru this site: WikiLook)


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Patricia Backer. “The relation between technology and culture.” 15 February 2008 .

Raul Pertierra (2003). Science, Technology and Everyday Culture in the Philippines, Quezon City, Institute of Philippine Culture, Ateneo de Manila University. 15 February 2008 .






At 29




Now, I’m 29. But what more life has offered me? Or, is it the right question I should have asked? Should it not be: What have I offered to life?

Life, as all may agree, is a roller-coaster ride. Joyrides never stop but the thrills keep on haunting every time the coaster does a rising and a falling. There is always a point that one is at a low ebb when taking a new dimension in life. We may say that our twenty-ninth comes to signal our frustration on being unable to do before heading on to our thirtieth.

But what more am I questioning about life at 29?

There could have been many things I might have not asked over the turn of times. The reasons could have been unknown, but this simply goes with a personal theory that because I am aging I am also beginning to acknowledge my sense of responsibility and security. Thus, questioning myself is the last recourse about my existence.

Recalling the years I have against the things I have done could somehow be a fateless return. I am in a life of disappointment. I should have thought of comporting within my usual routine. Everybody’s life is on a center stage. But, there is always deviance from what we wanted it to be. We might have thought we had been shed that limelight astounded that we had reached the yearned boffo. We always have wanted a great exeunt beyond that booed entrance and that remains to be a pie in the sky. If it were a film, it could have been a B movie. Nevertheless, I learn to be thankful for this come-what-may life.

A recollection of what I have done in my lifelong journey is sometimes an incredulous affair to remember. The least I can have is just an account of the few accolades I had back in my years in schools. But they are nothing compared to the great achievements of many people at my age. It is awful to take note that the rate of my achievement is inversely proportional to others’. My batch-mates could have earned much as I can imagine. That contrasting scenario even leaves me an isolation to face anybody come reunion.

Life always serves as an exemplum to others. The many details of it weave the wholeness of the story. There is the flashback which always refreshes our mind from the many experiences we might mirror someday. There is the climax which keeps an eye-opening moment as we battled at it. Along our life’s sketches we also had embellishments which come as a surprise stirring our emotions and deepening our adventures’ theme. After all, there’s the denouement which holds the reason to rejoice after overcoming our fears and frustrations.

At 29, one might have thought that there are things which would call for a celebration. Maybe, there is a reason for those chosen few who are likely blest with a good family and good finances. For them they can turn early blues into colorful flamingos; therefore, everything is possible. But for an ordinary person, it takes a lifetime to become a successful individual – debt-free and spirit-free; it is never a piece of cake.

Sometimes, I dreamed of becoming a millionaire at the age of 30. But that dream seemed to put me off that at 29 I am impecunious. Lessons learned from known personalities are worth to ponder on but theirs are vintage wealth in an opportune time.

Wall Street Journal’s bestselling author Michael Masterson in his Automatic Wealth For Grads… And Anyone Else Just Starting Out suggests that one should learn how to get [things] cheaper and how to pocket a couple thousand dollars in additional revenue (from the deal). One should also go for financial independence because it frees you to live a rich, fulfilling, authentic life.

In his book A Million Bucks by 30, Alan Corey reveals his secrets. For him, one should take budgeting to the extreme. Doing extra works also subsidizes one’s income.

Dustin Woodard, a web connoisseur, tells everybody to invest early and to invest often and know Einstein’s "8th wonder of the world": the power of compounding interest.

Life is always enriching our ways of responding environmental stimuli. At 29, I may not be a year ahead of being a millionaire but I have done a million wonders to people I have met along the way. Their stories always deserve to be heard and I bite with their stories off with what I can chew. I am growing professionally and I am trying to manage financial losses. That, I am bound to make up and not mess up.

I am beginning to pose for my centerfold image; that is, I am pointing forward to doing great things. With this, I am ready to venture a life worth emulating.

Surely, there is much lesson to learn as we age. There are also many reasons to celebrate beyond hopelessness. Whether we don’t get rich at 30 or we haven’t had claimed famousness, there are still uncountable memories to live by which are never part of our roller coaster rides but are stationed within our Ferris wheel’s hooks. #




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