Battlecry

from hippie to awesome

 Rejoice! for you have been blessed to get to know the core teachings of the “Way of the D.I.M.P. How to get the woman of your dreams, simultaneously”

Now, I know some of you are still reluctant and still has this some kind of a mousy-thing going on inside of you. Don’t fret, let me lead the way. A lot of us got rejected in the past simply because of the fact that we didn’t even try getting what is supposed to be ours. You read it right, it starts within us. We must own what should be ours first in the first place. Own it, even if it’s just an idea yet. You see, not all of us are blessed with the looks, the stash and the brains. Isn’t it all there is to score chicks? Nah, you don’t need those. It’s definitely a plus, but not a requirement.

How come it’s not?

If it’s about the looks, then tell me why Kristen Stewart cheated on Robert Pattinson?

If it’s about the money, then Mark Zuckerberg (I guess we all know who he is) Donald Trump, and all the billionaires in the world should have all the ladies there is. Definitely they have got money, but how come there’s only one chick in their household? You need proof? Google Bill Gates.

If it’s about the brain, I haven’t got any info that brainiacs like Einstein, Newton and the likes has a bombshell with them. I can only think of one smart-ass ladies-man, and that’s our very own Jose Rizal.

You see, these factors are clichés so to speak. The most important thing that you have to do is to believe in yourself.

Simply said, Confidence.

Instead of sulking at the corner and tell yourself that you’re not good enough, that there’s a better man than you, it’s not going to help so why not look at a different angle?

You’ll never know what’s going to happen. You’ll never know if what you’re going to do is not right. You’ll never know that it could have been you. So have some balls and man up. Show her what you got. Show her you’re the man. Ask for her name, compliment her, and with some luck, you’d be able to date her out the next week.

Dress enough, feel good, know what you are talking about, make her laugh, bring some manners when you’re with her, and that’s it. If she can’t see the greatness in you during your simplest time, she only deserves the tiniest attention you could provide when you’re on top. Hindi lang naman babae and dine-desire, dapat alam mong ikaw din.

In the words of the great Popoy Gonzales: She loved me at my worst, you had me at my best.

Never underestimate the power vested in you as a man. Own the idea, make a move and expect for the worst. Be real and see where you get from there.

If all else fails, you should not.

I have a hot girlfriend, but that doesn’t mean I look good. Like I always say,

“Hindi ako gwapo, Masarap ako.”

-Raj

The Perfect Gentleman

What qualities does every girl want in her man?

The perfect gentleman of course, but is there such a person?

I mean, no two  girls would want the same thing! Girl "A" may want someone who knows how to cook, dress up, suit up well and a clean cut hair cut, is fit and a bit muscular, speaks well, smart and an animal in bed. Girl "B" may want the same things except for the "dress up" part, and she may want it scruffy looking and a bit round and huggable. Girls’ definition of a perfect guy may be similar in so many ways, but let me assure you, there will always be a clincher somewhere in  the middle.

So what Leonard? That doesn't do anything for me!

Au Contraire my friend. Actually, it does something for the whole MALE-kind. For you, you pitiful 20 year old virgin whose right hand named Emma Watson and left hand named Emma Stone, let them rest now buddy, you know who you are!

So what do we get from all of this? An opportunity. An opportunity to hook up, to have sex. Heck, to get a girlfriend! That's all we guys need, an opportunity. Now, if you remember my examples; Girl "A" and "B". Let's say that you have all the things they want, except for the "fit body and clean cut look". But do you see the opportunity here? You already got Girl "B" in the bag, and you should secure that as well. Now after that, do a little improvement with your body, exercise a bit, play basketball, have some SEXercise with Girl "B", let out some sweat. And in a few days or weeks, you got thinner, and you got a better chance with Girl "A". I'm not saying that you should change yourself to get the girl you like, or in that matter, to get or add one more girl in your portfolio. But I am promoting self improvement, confidence, dedication and passion.

Please don't misconstrue my intentions in writing this. I just want our male readers to take advantage of an opportunity IN A GOOD WAY, and for them to gain confidence. And for our male readers. Just remember, preferences are only there to set the standards, that doesn't mean you can't break the standards and set a new one yourself.

Be the perfect gentleman not because you have to, but only because you want to.

Sex is not the answer, it's the question. Yes is the answer, but make sure you're prepared for the follow up questions how and why.

How? By winning the girl you like through dedication and passion.

Why? Why not?

Sex is the greatest motivation

-Leonard

Dark Arts 101

A friend of mine texted me the other day and he’s asking for some advice. Now, this friend did not ask help for money, family, what to buy or work issues. He is asking for help on how to get another girl.

Now for a little history. This guy is a very loyal boyfriend and has a very promising career. He is a Software Engineer in one of the biggest banks in the country. I helped him get a girlfriend which turned out to be another college friend of ours too and they’re doing pretty good in the past seven years of their relationship. Fast forward to the present and we have his predicament. He wanted to taste another “ulam” because he is getting sick of eating the same dish.

Okay, this isn’t the question I’m expecting from him but still I managed to give him answers.

And for the benefit of other readers, here are a few tips I gave him for starters.

Rule no 1. Social Media

• Facebook, instagram, twitter and other social sites are double edged swords if not used properly. Do not share passwords with your better half if you don’t want to be asked questions you don’t want to answer.
• Privacy settings – they are there for a reason. Use it. Adjust your privacy settings to let people see information that you would like to let them see.
• Incognito – use this mode when using someone else's PC. Come on, it doesn't leave bread crumbs.

Rule no 2. Wingman

• A wingman is someone who backs you up in times of your immediate need. He is the “IT” person if you want to go somewhere you don’t want to be tracked.

Rule no 3. Extra Phone

• Get a cheap phone and Use it for your extracurricular activities. But be warned: handling an extra phone needs some skill; I had this friend that once had an extra phone. He hid it inside the ceiling of their bathroom when someone texted him. The wife entered the bathroom and heard intermittent beeping sounds. What are the takeaways from this event? Never hide your phone in a very quiet place or rather keep the SIM card, Battery and phone in three different locations.
• The phone you will get will belong to no one. If anybody accidentally finds your phone, you will only have one answer: It’s not yours. You will also need your friends to know the same.
• You might want to take advantage of your extra phone’s features such as scheduled texting etc. it might come in handy.

Now don’t you get the wrong message here. I am not promoting infidelity. I asked my friend’s intentions on why he has to do this and for me, his reasons are valid. We are the kind of people who doesn’t judge the person because of things that he would or would not do but rather understand the person on why he has to do such things. He is single and eventually marry so why not take advantage of his bachelorhood and mess around now rather than when he is tied up with someone? I always tell my wife that I did a lot of crazy stuff when I was single or when I was with my past girlfriends but so what? I am married now and the most important thing is that I stay true to my wedding vows no matter what.

So for all those single guys out there, enjoy and have fun! Feel free to message us here and we’ll be more than happy to give you advanced tips.

You read it right. There are more. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. Like I’ve said,

“We don’t judge, We understand”.

-Sheldon

Effective Courtship

Courtship. 

What is our understanding when we hear the word? What is our brain’s interpretation when we see a guy doing it? What is the process? Is there a standard protocol and what is the most effective approach?

I will bet my life that I know the best. If not, then one of the best practices around! Absurd?! Then let's take a look around and observe things. Courtship is a stage where we get to know each other; different cultures and generations has a variety of how it is done but the end result is all the same. Either a new couple is soon to emerge from the process or the other way around. How do we increase the success rate? Are we just relying on chance, fate, luck or Idols? Are you confident enough that you are equipped for the task? 

In the Philippines, we have a rich culture of courtship that is sadly facing extinction. The guys does the so called "Harana" where he sings a love song right at the doorsteps of the girl that he wants to have a relationship with, writing letters and poems and some even recites that poem they made for the girl that they chose to live with forever. Filipino men have their own definition of a wingman: the bridge who serves as the communicator. A suitor is commonly discreet and shows only their best side. In other countries or societies, the parents or community propose to potential partners, and then allow limited dating to determine whether the parties are suited. 

The Americans date, wherein courtship will be done by performing activities to assess each other's compatibility.

What is the best? What weapon is best to achieve success and hit the target right on? We are proud that we have rich and deep culture of courtship, but we have to admit that it is no longer working and that everything evolves and change.

In the early stages of courtship, the thing that irritates me the most are men that pathetically asks girls the stupid question "pwede ba manligaw"? Can I be your suitor? If the Trojan horse had a sign that says "hey bastards, we are right inside this wooden horse!" I don't think the Greeks have won, you do not reveal your battle strategy. It is already given that you love her since you are already planning to court her, if you really want to lay down your card even before attacking, just tell her you love her instead of asking permission to court her, that would make more sense and more impact. Asking that question this early will give her an open opportunity to say NO and not giving you a chance to express how much you feel for her.

Your words are only as good as your actions, you can say everything under the sun but the best way to say it is to just do it. Have her run around going nuts, going crazy because she is overwhelmed with the sweetness and effort that you do for her. Do not tell her anything until you can see that you are already driving her nuts with everything that you are doing. Be patient and wait like how like any other hunter would be. The words you say regardless if it is true or not if it is backed up with all the efforts of the world will be true, you can even make yourself believe that you actually love her.

The friendship jutsu; many are using this discipline. For those who don’t have an idea that they’re already using this method, these are the ones who purely have feelings for each other. But for the people that understand my point this early, you be the judge. We start as good friends, someone that is always there and always takes care of you, knows everything about you, knows your family, recommended by your parents and friends, but you are limited and will always just be friends and then you find yourselves kissing. My point is, best friends of the opposite sex do not work. At the end of the day, they will be a couple or nothing. So why not use this courting approach? The critical point is how well you play the act that you accidentally fall in love with your best friend. Dirty? That depends if you only want to get laid or do you really have feelings for her?

In The Service of the Filipino Women

-Howard

So Gay

You see a man holding an umbrella… so gay.

You see a man with a pink bag…so gay.

You see a man with a Lady Gaga ringtone… so gay.

Those are soooo gay.

This had been a cliché’, but on the hindsight, it really is true without a doubt. Hindi naman nanganganak, pero dumadami. Nakaka- kingina this.

Gays are multiplying in a rapid pace. Before, you’ll see gay in every 10 minutes. Today, you’ll see them every 10 seconds. Sometimes, I tell myself that this gayness is contagious. It made me ask myself if I’m gay if I see a man in an astig situation like driving a Ford Mustang in Makati Avenue, or a man riding a Ducati in C-5 because for me, appreciating same sex is just sooooo gay.

I don’t know if I’m against them, or with them. They’re everywhere, so I guess the society had really embraced the fact that gays are here. They’re on TV. They’re on the movies. They’re at 7-11. One of them is sitting beside me, pouting, and telling me not to publish this. See? They’re everywhere. Take a look around.

One thing I don’t agree with them is the fact that they sometimes act like they’re more ladylike than the species they’re trying to emulate. You see them in skimpy clothes. You see them in a grandiose make-up. To be honest, I only see real women in those categories when A: I’m on a bar and B: I’m on the other bar. Its like, do you see everyday girls on that type of clothing? Flirting with one another on broad daylight? Looking at real men with lusty eyes and drooling mouth? You don’t do that, please.

I also don’t like the fact that gay issue is very sensitive. It’s like the society cannot just lash at them. They became untouchables. It’s like, if you say something, you’d be the target of an all-gay wrath. Why, can’t I say that most gays I know are malandi because I would sound sexist? It’s my opinion, what do you care? How about if I say, most girls I know are malandi, would you care? I think gay related topics and issues became overrated. I can only say one thing; you are trying to be a part of an established society. You blend in; you should not make us bow down to you just because you are having the time of your life.

Remember the Ms Universe issue? Yeah, gays said that the candidate banned must be re-instated for the fact that “she” now looks like a woman, with a physique like every contestants. Unless, you can show me that you can bear human being in your tummy, you can’t join a pageant intended and created for women who can give birth.

Be satisfied by the ongoing norm that you are now accepted by the society. There will be discriminations, you have to accept that. Even males experience discrimination, anong akala niyo, kayo lang? You don’t have to be seen, or heard, or impose your will in every aspect of each and everyone’s lives. We know you’re there. That should be enough.

Because reacting on every gay issue, accusing us of being sexist, making us feel uncomfortable, being everywhere, flaunting your sexual orientation and preference- even if it’s uncalled for – is just soooo gay.

-Raj

A Sore Thumb

Equality has always been an issue. The gender wars! Who's superior, which is the better sex, Mars vs. Venus, top or bottom, etcetera.

But let's mix it up a little bit more.

Insert; The Gay ones! ( And to be specific, Gay Men.)

The strength of Men, the charms (what?!) of Women. The best of both worlds? Or the worse from both ends? Who are they? Why are they here? Why would a person be Gay?  A choice or a force of nature? Can one just choose to be gay? Does everybody have that capability or capacity to be gay? And does it come w/ an On or Off switch? Why are they so obnoxious? If a guy is that obnoxious; he's an asshole, if a girl's that obnoxious;  she's a bitch, but if you're an obnoxious Gay? What then?

The answer is; Normal Gay!

Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not Homophobic and I'm not anti-gay. I actually have Gay friends, one of my best friends' Gay. But what I'm against are those obnoxious, over confident, attention seeking FAGS (yes, I said it!) that just has to be "in your face!", and let everyone know that they're Gay and they're proud of it. Why does it have to be like that? I can see that you're Gay, there's no question about it, and why do you wear clothings exclusive for girls? Like what my colleague said; "Ang pekpek shorts, para sa may mga pekpek!", I can accept it if you're wearing a tank top for girls, dress, even bras! But wearing something like that? C'mon, 6'2 tall, dark skinned, heavy build, deep voice, and you're wearing super short-shorts?! 

Doesn't it bother you that you have balls and that it could pop out anytime while your wearing short-shorts?

Maybe I'm asking the wrong questions here, maybe I'm just being judgmental or absurd, but my point is, why do you have to wear something like that and why BE LIKE THAT?! And please spare me the reason "I was born this way.". No you weren't! You may have been born Gay, and there really is no way to know if the baby in Mommy's belly is gay or not. And regardless, you're still human, and as Science proved, many times now, no two people are the same. So why the fuck are ya'll following a trend? You cannot use the excuse that your obnoxious and loud and an "In your face" type of person because you are Gay and that 

Gays are born that way.

Is this some sort of defense mechanism? I  think it is...

I guess they are being loud and obnoxious because of low self-esteem...

And if that REALLY is the case, then why still do it? Why put yourself on top of a pedestal where you can easily become a target? Why become the nail that sticks out?

I guess the answer to my questions can only be given by a Gay guy, any thoughts here buddy?

Hold your comments before you call me judgemental:

I only hate the flamboyant (In all the wrong means...) ones.

To the general gay community,

I actually think people who are gay has an advantage in life. Being able to see things from their perspective should be better than just looking at it from one gender perspective.

But only if you know how to play your cards right...

And if you respect yourself enough to know that what you do and how you appear in public may directly affect how the public treats you. If you dress and act like a bitch, I will treat you as one.

-Leonard

Transgenders

We are aware that the Organizers of the Miss Universe Pageant has changed its rules and has allowed “Transgenders” to join the competition. According to Yahoo! news: Billionaire Donald Trump, who owns the Miss Universe franchise, reinstated Jenna Talackova after she showed documents that identify her as a woman.

“We have a long history of supporting equality for all women, and this was something we took very seriously,” said Paula Shugart, president of the Miss Universe Organization. “Women”, that’s the term Paula Shugart used to emphasize their “long history of supporting equality”. I don’t think it’s for those who chose to have their phalluses removed.

Miss Universe is the most coveted title every woman has ever dreamed of. But first, let’s see how Wikipedia defines women: A woman (/ˈwʊmən/), pl: women (/ˈwɪmɨn/) is a female human. The term woman is usually reserved for an adult, with the term girl being the usual term for a female child or adolescent. However, the term woman is also sometimes used to identify a female human, regardless of age, as in phrases such as “Women’s rights”. Unlike men, women are typically capable of giving birth.

Okay, by definition it says “a female human” and that “women” are “typically capable of giving birth”.

Now, why are the organizers of this pageant changed its rules and has allowed “Transgenders” to participate in a competition dedicated for Women? Does snipping your genitals make you a woman?

Being gay or lesbian is okay, but adding another term to “further classify” your preferred gender? That’s pushing it. I mean, what’s the difference between a Transgender and a Gay/Lesbian? Isn’t the term “a girl born in a man’s body” or “a boy born in a girl’s body” means someone’s gay or lesbian? Why use a different term? Isn’t the term “Transgender” discriminates the Gay and Lesbian community?

If I were a woman, I would feel offended by this rule. It’s like crossing your boundaries; it’s like a guy entering a girl’s bathroom in a Mall, it’s like taking away prize money that is meant to be for someone else. If they were to allow “Transgenders” to participate in a competition as prestigious as the Miss Universe, why not make one for them?

This is not an issue of Discrimination or Equality. If we’re going to allow this, we might as well have a female basketball team with “Transgenders” in it. Let’s say if Kobe Bryant would later decide to change his “gender” because it can be done legally anyway like Jenna did, then let’s have him play in the WNBA because it wouldn’t be “fair” for him if we’re not going to allow him to, right?

Let’s try not to forget that biologically, there are only Male and Female. If you think you’re a person born in the wrong body, then that means you’re gay or lesbian. Having your genitals changed doesn’t make you the opposite sex nor gives you the right to be one of them.

Sigh.

Just Sayin’

-Sheldon

Crossing the Line

Gay men. What motivates a male to engage coitus with another male? I can never understand how one can initiate contact with a common pole. The hammer is made to bang the nail, not to bang another hammer. Why can't you serve the purpose of the primary reason that you were given male attributes? How can you live with it? Putting everyone that loves you in shame! Walking around like everything is normal, holding hands with another gay, and the freaking public display of affection? Does it not bother you? Where are your morals in that? Seeing a sweet male and female couple has been here from the beginning but we can't even identify when your kind started and how? Are you part of the evolutionary process that we just have to accept? Mutants? You are spreading like a plague, will you be the apocalypse? Is this how the world will end? I think the Zombie Apocalypse will be much more appreciated than the world being ransacked by the likes of you. I am not making sense, am I? But seriously, will there be a stop to this? Or will it just be part of everything and that it will be accepted to the point that they may even have their own wash rooms? Legal Documents will now have a check box if you are an M, F or G for Gender Identification.

I didn't hate these creatures not until a year ago or less, I do not know the details but I just started to feel that these creatures are going overboard, well maybe not everyone, but the majority is pissing me off. I still have a handful that I respect; these are those gay people that respect themselves and has moral value that one cannot dispute.

In a crowd or group, why are you always the loudest? Everybody around you can modulate their voice with just the right volume, is this your normal tone of voice? Volume? If so, then it's freaking disturbing the peace. 

Not everybody appreciates the loud, gay and scandalous you. All you can crack are green jokes that are more disturbing than how you dress up. I mean, your wardrobes are designed and were given time and effort by their designers for WOMEN and not for you. So please! Stop wearing short shorts that can only handle a flat surface! Those are not made for a person with testicles. Can you imagine the shame you give your clan by doing this? If you don’t have respect for yourself, give respect to your family and the people that do give the heck for you.

I applaud the successful ones! You have proven yourself to be more than a man than any other gay men that has achieved more than expected; millionaire, a good business stature and an impressive social and charity work. You are rare and almost extinct. I pity you, for you are judged by the acts of the majority that does not deserve anything in this earth.

-Howard

Bente Singko (25)

Miami Heat is winning.

Lebron James, D Wade, Chris Bosh and the rest of the gang had been scorching hot, winning 20 (as of this writing) straight games – being almost unbeaten the whole month of February and March. They had been winning lopsided games, close games, and anything in-betweens. They had beaten playoff and non-playoff teams. They had beaten everyone. The last time I saw this was way back 2007-2008 NBA season, where the Houston Rockets won 22 straights, sans T-Mac (Tracy McGrady) and Big Yao (Yao, Ming.)

I’ve been a Heat fan ever since Wade came in. I found him the most underrated player of his Draft Class (2003 Draft Class has been regarded as one of the best, 2^nd only to 1984 Draft class, where MJ, Sir Charles and the likes are included.) That draft class included LBJnumb1 (James,) Carmelo Anthony, and Bosh; Today, only Anthony had never been into the finals, although, he was always been in the playoffs. Among the 4, Wade was always behind James and Anthony, catching up in every individual awards there is. But I found him very exciting - unpolished yet very effective. There had been a lot of down times in Miami before. And then viola, the big three was formed. And the NBA has never been the same again.

Honestly, Miami-type of basketball is not the best there is. I can honestly say that they only have 3 of the best basketball players in the world right now, which somehow robbed off into their teammates. If you want to see “wow” type of basketball, see Spurs, Bulls and Celtics. But this is the main thing, they might look like almost the same with mediocre basketball teams in terms on how they play their game, but the best thing is, they get it done. They get it done good.

They grind out, they play hard, they run, they fight. They start a game, they end with a win.

Miami Heat is rolling.

As I reflect on my coming birthday, I can’t help but hope to be a Miami Heat. My life never looked good from the outside perspective. There had been a lot of experiences –good, bad and in-betweens. There’s always someone who will overtake me, outdone what I did, and is always better. The good thing is, I grind out, I play hard and good, I run, I fight, and I’m killing myself to win.

It’s been 24 helluva years. Ups. Downs. Rise. Fall. Success. Fails.

But I’m confident that one day, I could win them all. Just like what Miami Heat is doing right now.

And as I turn a year older, I wish for the Heat to get win # 25.

-Raj

Cats in the Cradle

When you coming home? 

Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then. 
You know well have a good time then

Well, my son turned ten just the other day. 
He said, thanks for the ball, dad. come on, lets play. 
Could you teach me to throw?

I said, not today. I got a lot to do. 
He said, that's okay. and he walked away and he smiled and he said, 
You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah. 
You know I'm gonna be like him

I am a proud, young father of two (legally that is). My eldest is turning six and I have a newborn son. I am an early bloomer, nuff said. Sadly, they came from different mothers and no, I'm not being hypocritical for saying that this situation is sad, because it really is, but I'm psyched that my kids will have someone I NEVER had: A rival, a best friend, a team mate, a "bro", a brother. Biologically they are step brothers but that’s not a big issue for me (and I know it's going to be an issue for their mothers) but let me tackle that with you on my next post. For now, let me share some thoughts regarding my relationship with my eldest son.

I'm very proud of my first born. He's a smaller version of me and might I say, an exact replica! When he was born, I was a very busy man. We lived 15-30 minutes away from where I work and yet ironically, I spent most of my time in the office and spending my free time at home only to eat, and sleep. Of course I had my days off from work but my ex didn't accept that as an excuse for me having little to no time for them so the inevitable happened. She left me bringing our kid along with her. Now, at this point, any responsible father would've asked his partner not to leave him but at that time, I wasn't the responsible father that that situation demands. Instead, I enjoyed my freedom. Don't get me wrong, I still give her money for our son and visit him every week or every two weeks.  I've seen him go to school, I've seen him walk the stage and accept his kindergarten diploma. I've seen him perform in a school program. But do you think that's enough? At that time, I did. Now my kid has grown up and about to go to his 1st grade in elementary school, and I feel that he's already adapted to the situation that we can only see each other every other week, and only when it's " payday"

Just recently, me and my son had this conversation.

Son: Daddy, ano work mo?

Me: I’m an Account Manager.

Son: Ano yun? Ano ginagawa mo sa work mo Daddy?

Me: Ibig sabihin, ako ang nag-aasikaso sa mga customer namin na kailangan ng support galing sa office ni Daddy.

Son: Mahirap po ba yun?

Me: Not really, all I have to do is to give them the help they need. Kailangan lang nila ng mag-aasikaso sa kanila.

Son: Ah, Okay. Sige gusto ko din maging kagaya ni Daddy yung work ko!

Me: (Laughing, yet very proud of myself) Pero kailangan magaling ka mag-english! Kailangan, kahit may work ka na, mag-aral ka padin! Para lalo kang gumaling!

Son: Work atsaka Aral ng sabay?! Andami naman gagawin!

Me: Ganun talaga, kaya busy talaga si Daddy.

Son: Daddy, kaya ba di mo nako lagi pinupuntahan 'tsaka hinahatid sa school?

Me: Anak, Daddy's working kasi eh. I'm working para makapag-school ka, and para may pambili tayo ng toys na gusto mo. And para pag pumunta tayong Jollibee, meron tayong pambili ng Chickenjoy!

At this point, a memory played in my head. A flashback of the same situation with the same topic. But this time, It's between me and my Dad.

My son, staring blankly at his psp calmly said:

Son: Eh di pag hindi nalang ako mag aral sa school, and hindi nalang ako magpabili ng toys, at hindi na din ako magpabili ng Chickenjoy, lagi mo akong pupuntahan and ihahatid mo ako sa school lagi?"

I was speechless. I was caught off guard by a 5 year old boy.

All my "smart" mind can get me to do was to hug my son real tight, tickle him and kiss him till he was laughing his socks off. That was my only response. I changed the topic to his favorite TV show Ben10, because if we continued on with the topic of our conversation, I would've cried in front of him. I would've let myself go, and cried my ass off while asking for his forgiveness for my mishaps. I felt so weak at that time but I can't let him see that.

I can't let him see me in my frightened state. I'm scared and aghast because the moment that dreaded me my whole life just passed by! The thing that I have been trying to prevent since I became a father has happened all along! And it was the moment that I become my father. What's worse is that my son has always seen me as his role model, in the same way that I idolized my Dad before.

I know there is still time for me to correct this. This is not how a father treats his children and I am now correcting my mistakes and filling those holes that I created in my son's little heart.  But now I fear that this experience, this event, will affect his personality so much that he will commit the same mistake that his grandfather and I made.

These are my thoughts. These are my feelings and this is a lesson. A lesson for me and for every guy out there.

Everyone can be a father... But only a few can be a real Daddy, Papa, Tatay, etc.

And as the song goes

I've long since retired, my sons moved away. 
I called him up just the other day. 
I'd like to see you, if you don't mind. 
He said, I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time. 
You see my new jobs a hassle and the kids have the flu, 
But it's sure nice talkin to you, dad. 
It's been sure nice talkin to you. 
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me, 
He'd grown up just like me. 
My boy was just like me. 

-Leonard

Papa Jack Tulfo

Papa Jack as one of the Tulfo Brothers

We were goofing around at a local convenience store when the guard changed the radio station to one of his local favorites; Papa Jack’s Radio Program. In Mega Manila, Papa Jack is a household favorite among teens when it comes to giving advices about Love and Relationships. He’s in league with other Love guru DJs like Papa Dan, Joe d’ Mango and Ramon Bautista among others.

Now on the other hand, the Tulfo brothers are known for their being Macho Journalists. Macho meaning they’re really tough when it comes to criticizing Politicians and those who abuse their authority.

Now, let’s get freaky. What if Papa Jack is one of the Tulfo Brothers?

I apologize if I will move forward using Filipino; we won’t give the scenarios justice if we use English.

Papa Jack: Caller number one, ano pong maitutulong ko?

Female Caller: E kasi po niloko po ako ng boypren ko, pinagpalit po nya ako sa ibang babae, huhuhu

Papa Jack: Aba’y sira ulo pala yang boypren mo e, tawagan natin ngayon yang boypren mo.

Borpren: Hello?

Papa Jack: Hello, si Papa Jack Tulfo ito, tumawag sakin tong gelpren mo’t umiiyak at ang sabi ay niloko mo daw, totoo ba ‘to?

Boypren: A, e, hindi ko na po kasi sya gusto kaya---

Papa Jack: Ah! Kaya pinagpalit mo sa iba? Anong klaseng magulang ba meron ka? Yan ba ang itinuturo sayo ng Nanay at Tatay mo? Alam mo iho, kung gusto mo lang namang makasakit ng kapwa mo e ako na lang ang mananakit sayo, magkulong tayo sa warehouse, tayong dalawa lang para maramdaman mo ang nararamdaman ng gelpren mo ngayon…

Now let’s see if the caller’s a guy:

Male Caller: Hello Papa Jack?

Papa Jack: O, anong maipaglilingkod ko?

Male Caller: E kasi po Papa Jack, yung girlfriend ko po e, nagkakagusto na yata sa iba, wala na yatang oras sa akin.

Papa Jack: Ah, matanong nga kita iho, ano ba ginagawa mo sa buhay?

Male Caller: Estudyante po, 3^rd Year High School

Papa Jack: kumusta naman ang mga grades mo? Mataas naman ba?

Male Caller: Ayos lang po, pasang awa

Papa Jack: Pasang awa?! Tapos ang lakas ng loob mong manligaw at mag gelpren? Aba’y napaka bata mo pa para magka-gelpren ah? E papano pag may nangyari sa inyo? Pag nabuntis mo? Pananagutan mo ba? Makakakuha ka ba ng maayos na trabaho gayong nasa 3^rd year high school ka pa lang? Alam mo iho, hindi basta basta ang pagpasok sa isang relasyon, lagi nilang sinasabi na rites of passage yan para sa mga ka-edad mo pero iba ang nangyayari, iba na ang panahaon ngayon! Hala’t matulog ka na at pag-aaral muna ang atupagin mo, sandali nga’t tawagan natin ang mga magulang mo…

Now what do you think? I think he will be a delight if he would give love advices this way rather than the mushy type conversation that airs every night. Maybe he can talk more sense into those troubled teens if he will come at them using this approach.

What do you think?

-Sheldon

Dependence

We all have this fantasy that we want to grow old with the one that we love, hence the lyrics of a movie soundtrack “I want to grow old with you”. Cut the crap! Said the broken ones but as we observe elders around us, we see pictures of them celebrating monthly anniversaries (is that a word?), holding hands while walking and even if their partner is no longer around, we see them live their day to day lives as if they still have their better half by their side. How? Why? What the heck?! Why not move on and look for a new one? How can a person move another person without being dependent on another? Let me tell you a story that my mom once read on the internet.

One day, passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he’d told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark. Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark’s need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry-how would she react? Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. “I’m blind!,” she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you’re abandoning me.” Mark’s heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself. On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, “Boy, I sure do envy you.” Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?” The driver responded, “It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are.” Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, “What do you mean?” The driver answered, “You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady.” Tears of happiness poured down Susan’s cheeks. Although she couldn’t physically see him, she had always felt Mark’s presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn’t need to see to believe-the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.

Do we really need to rely on another person? Or is the one who taught us to love will be enough for our lifetime with or without them on our side?

-Howard

I need an HP Potion fast!

You're in a boss battle, HP=95/100, MP=76/100. Boss has only 3 hits left..

Then he executes his ULTIMATE UNBLOCKABLE ATTACK!!

BAM!

Your character died. Game Over.

Anak ng P**A!! G**O KA!! AAARRGGHH!!! PAAK -SSIIIYYEEETT!!!! AARGH!! 

(Sigh)

Ok.. Lemme do this again (background music: Eye of the tiger)

Oh the life of a gamer, the rage that comes with defeat and the satisfaction that's included in repeating the process with a different approach this time, of course. I've always been fascinated with video games. The story, the leading lady, the graphics, the awesome enemies, the awesome power that comes with the effort of defeating the boss; It's like reading a book but this time, the author gives you the illusion of control. Giving you a "free roam" world like in GTA or Assassin's Creed but are we really free? I mean, nothing's going to happen if you just keep on stealing cars and bikes? or throwing Molotovs at zombies or even stabbing a random video game citizen in the back. For fun. What's the use of all your 99x life if you don't push on and finish the task or mission. You won't get the unlockable weapon or get the unlimited life or mana or even save that stupid princess from eloping with that spiked turtle. But let's say you've finished your mission, you got the princess (..but the princess is in another castle!), you acquired that awesome weapon that eradicates everything you fire at. 

Let's just say you got all the unlockables and shit...

What now?

Do you move on to the next best or available game? Or do you re-play this awesome game so you can finish it without any damage to your character? Heck! Whatever you choose, it'll just be the same. You'll be stuck in a trap, get beaten by the enemy at least twice and then you fall in love with the new game. You come home early so that you have time to play before you sleep, you think about it before you sleep, though you just played with it a couple of minutes ago. And you're still following rules made by someone else.

And we're enjoying this! The illusion of control, of freedom, of the idea that if we die, we can redo things that  is supposed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity. That we can correct our mistakes and come out unscathed.

Wouldn't it be awesome if we can just take an HP potion and take all the pain and impurities from our body and just get on with our lives?

Think about it. What would you do?

-Leonard

The Baller in Me

“It’s not easy, to be, me…”

That line of a song pretty much summarizes my entire life. As a kid growing up, being bullied at one point, being the lamest all throughout, I’m surprised to see myself today. Being the not-so-gifted kid, physically, I was almost always at the crying end of everything. My friends would always tease me until I literally walk out of them, and I was always the last person to consider for something. I don’t know, I wasn't even a mean kid, but not all kids like me. I was never in front, I was a shadow.

There came a point where I shunned being with someone I do not know to the core. I can only goof around with selected friends. I was talkative. But I wasn't able to speak out for myself. I tried to be in. But was always the one being left out.

Imagine being a kid from a so-so family, with a paper-thin physique, with lots of things to say, but a few good friends to be with. I was a loser, a cry baby, and a burden to be with.

Confidence: -10

Self-esteem: -10

            

Kids from my elementary days like to tease me and eventually wants to have a fight with me, for I would never fight back, and for that they teased more. First, because I was afraid of my parents, and second, I can’t and will never be able to bear the pain. Mababaw pa luha ko, so I involuntarily gave them the satisfaction by just seeing tears from my eyes.  When I was in high school, I remember joining my classmates in playing basketball. I was surprised that even though we’re a complete set (10 players,) we didn't play a single game. It happened again when I was at our neighborhood. Only in my later years had I realized why nobody wanted to teamed up with me, it sure as hell that we’ll lose.

All I have was books, and my desire to be someone I wanted to be.

Giving up was never my option. I shifted my interest into sports, something that was not meant for someone like me. I practiced hard, I played a lot, I played with anyone – regardless of age and physique. I was never bobo, so I thought I just need to think better and ahead of them to play this sport well. And I did. After so much trying, so many practices, I can say I’m a better baller now. Basketball became my world, I watched a lot of games, live and on TV, to copy and see how others play. I even save up to be able to watch live professional basketball games. I read basketball books, I checked basketball websites. I became not only as a player, but also a basketball junkie.

           

The desire to outshine, outgrow and outplay my contemporaries was my main objective. I played with them. I was mad when my team is beaten. I was boastful when mine defeats them. I contacted people if they could enlist me to be their teammate. I played, and played some more.

            

One particular game that I remember was when I played with my former high school classmates. They were my tormentors. They were the monsters of my past. I was angry with them. I played aggressively, I played 5 straight games, and we managed to beat them 5 times. I was never exhausted. I never sat down and rested. And then it hit me.

            

That was the first time I enjoyed playing. I realized I was taller than them now, although I am still paper thin as before. I overcame my insecurities, I overcame my inferiority. I overcame the lame-me, and be the guy I wanted to be. I thanked them and never even bothered to take our pusta. I was happy I was not the outcast anymore.

            

Basketball is like life. You never give up, one must not. Giving up should never be in one’s list. Life goes on. It goes on and on and on. Players must play until there is time, as long as you can.  There would be hard fouls and cheap shots. There would be brick shots, missed open shots, and blocked lay-ups. There will always be taller and mean opponents. In basketball, opposing team won’t and will never ever give you a break. One must fight ‘til the buzzer sounds.

            

Life like basketball, means striving hard to stand out, take chance when there’s an opportunity. One must never take anything and anyone for granted. One shot could win, or lose, it all, and the least expected person could be the opponent’s best player. It’s giving your all, your all for your team.

            

I am glad I have done something to be proud of myself. I will never be a pro baller, nor a star player. But I will always be proud of myself that I was able to get up from where I fell down, and do the thing I love the most, which reminds of who I really am.

            

One only needs a “ball,” to make him love himself more, and basketball indeed, made me love myself even more.

            

Lastly, I learned that basketball like life is never about who won the game, but how you played the game.

-Raj

Office Romance

Romance in the office is a not so peculiar event in an employees life. Single guys and girls are often paired up, set up on dates and eventually get stuck in a relationship for as long as one of them is still employed in the same company. I've had my share of these, my co-workers often tells me that I take advantage of my position whenever a cute counter person gets hired in my former work and get away with it. But what would you do if a girl has the hots for you and the guy won't fall for the bait?

Typically, if you're a guy and just recently, find out that one of you're very attractive office mates (attractive office mates really are few in my office, trust me) likes you and you turn her down because of other priorities could probably mean that you're into something else. I'm a guy, I mean, why the hell do you turn her down? You tell her you like her and then turn your back because of some lame excuse? B.S.

Liking someone is not a matter of choice. you don't say you like someone and makeup an excuse that now is not the time. Imagine how you would feel if you were in her shoes. I'm sure you've had experience when a girl turned you down.

For all we know, you could have been a perfect pair. You like each other so I don't see any problem that may arise soon. What matters is the present.

Well, that's my two cents worth.

Just Sayin'

-Sheldon

Parental Guidance

Not really a big fan of public display affection when  it comes to my parents, specially on my teenage days, but everything has changed on my 25th birthday, a lot of things happen that may have caused the change, either that year was the start of me getting my own place to live independently, or I just got older. I started saying "I love you" to my mom that never happened before and got a better relationship with my dad. I then realized how come we never appreciate them as much as we appreciate a stranger's small courtesy? As little as not preparing our breakfast right could break all hell loose for the day or could even last as long as you can remember, but never been given them thanks for giving us clothes, food, and everything that they have. On the other hand, a perfect stranger like a waiter for an example, gives you an extra smile, courtesy, greeting, rapport and it will be greatly appreciated and could make your day perfect and their day as awesome for the tip that they got from us.

I remember a story of a young boy running away from home because he was yelled at, and he just realized that he has not eaten dinner. On the streets of Manhattan he was starving and smelled good food at a nearby restaurant. He was at the backdoor when the cook saw him and asked, hey! What are you doing out here? It’s late and this is no place for children. I ran away from home, said the boy. It was about to rain so the Cook asked him to come in and offered a hot soup, the kid was hungry, but was shy and said, I have no money to pay for this. It's on the house!! The Cook said. The boy cried and was moved by the kindness and felt that he was in big debt, he then asked, how come you are so kind and gives food to a total stranger and my mom is so cruel she was yelling at me and chased me out of the house. The Cook signed: why do you think so? I only gave you a meal and you felt that way. Your mother had raised you since day 1 and why were you not grateful and ran away? The boy was surprised and asked, why didn't I think of that? He then rushed home and as he arrives home, his mother was dead worried in tears, they hug and they kid said he was sorry.

We all appreciate the small things that a "nobody" gives us and blindly let pass the great deeds our loves ones have sacrificed just to see us smile. Why?

-Howard