Lessons Learned from Lastikman

Sa pag-uwi ko kapag gabi ay dadaanan ko muna ang lahat ng mga bahay sa aming looban bago ako makarating sa aming bahay. Nakikita ko sa bawat sala may nanonood ng primetime tv, at sa pagpuna sa kanilang lahat ay mayroon akong napansin matagal na; lahat sila ay puro kapuso at kami lang ang nag-iisang kapamilya. Pero hindi naman ako magsusulat tungkol sa tunggaliang ito (siguro sa susunod, hehe), kundi tungkol sa Lastikman, at dalawa sa mga aral na itinuturo nito sa mga manonood.

Una. Huwag kang mang-aalipusta ng ibang tao. Dahil sige ka, kapag sila e naging monster, ikaw ang unang paghihigantihan nun! May binubully ka ba sa iskul? o baka naman may lagi kang tinutukso na co-worker? Kung ayaw mong ngatngatin ka ng higanteng daga,  balutan ng sapot ng taong-gagamba at sipsipin ang iyong laman-loob hanggang sa balat na lang ang sa'yo'y matira, mag-ingat-ingat ka na sa mga taong pinagsasabihin at ginagawan mo nang masama. Don't do bad unto others when you don't want others to become monters.

Pangalawa. Huwag gawing patapon ang iyong buhay. Magsikap ka at huwag padadaig sa mga problemang ibinabato sa iyo ng mundo. Sige ka, kapag masyado kang nagpaapekto, nagdamdam at nagkimkim ng iyong galit, baka mamaya ay damputin ka na lang bigla ng mga tauhan ni green alien (si Jared?) na stepfather ni Lastikman at gawin kang monster! Kung ayaw mong tubuan ka ng mahabang dila at buntot, kung nahihiya kang tawaging taong-suso na laging nakanguso, ay magbagong-buhay ka na tsong! Kaya mga suicidal emo's dyan e beware. Never let yourself become a monster.

Tingin mo hindi ito mangyayari in real life? Hala ka, dahil hindi na kailangang magsuot pa ng isang scary costume at nakakawindang na make-up para maging isang monster! Isang puso lang na hindi marunong magmahal at magmalasakit sa ibang tao ang kailangan mo. At ito ang mga uri ng monster na dapat mong labanan sa tunay na mundo. O ha? hehe.

O ano, manood na ng Lastikman! [photo taken from parc cruz's flickr]

lamay, burol, libing, patay

last week, araw ng martes. umuwi ako sakay ng traysikel.

nang makita ko na lang na may nakasabit na itim na tela sa may tarangkahan, sa may kanto ng sulukan. At nakasulat in bold letters ang ngalan ng tatang ko.

meron siyang emphysema, naging dulot ng paninigarilyo noong malusog pa. isang chronic disease, unti-unting pumapatay sa yo. masakit ang pakiramdam, hindi makahinga, na lalong tumitindi sa bawat pagpatak ng segundo.

gigising ka sa umaga, kung nakatulog ka man lang na ang gigisingan mo ay ang sakit, mahirap.

napansin ko lang, natatakot siyang mamatay. Iba sa mga napapanood ko sa telebisyon.

“sige na, iwanan niyo na ako, sagipin niyo ang mga sarili niyo.”

hindi ganun kundi ito;

“tulungan mo ko. hirap na hirap na ako. halika, sandali lang.”

Minsan mahirap mabuhay. pero bakit parang ayaw nating kumawala rito. Siguro dahil alam nating hindi na tayo makakabalik.

In Search for the Real World

Recently I overheard my classmate talking about that of studying. She goes, “I can’t understand all that trigonometry, would we even need that when we face the real world?” No, I’m not going to talk about those circular functions nor will be constructing proofs for identities; we may not really need that in our search for the so-called “real world’.

One normal college student may one day wake up to the perils of studying, which is to loose the need for learning. Indeed, studying in its most extreme scenarios could squeeze out all enthusiasm from a student to have interest in learning. Let’s now look at how this seems to be done. We may now call a student as a pursuer hereafter.

Our pursuer may one morning wake up late after a sleepless night in order to review for a one-subject exam. You could not blame him for cramming because after all, his professor left him with no choice, 2 inches of reading materials is no joke. He wakes up with something worse than a hangover, his head really hurts but there’s no time thinking about that ’cause he’ll be late for his first class. The real world, can’t we call the present as our real world?

As expected, our pursuer arrives already late for his logic class, and to his surprise, which is not surprising, a graded recitation is being held by the prof. As a consequence, with the mentor thinking that his pupil is not taking his subject that seriously to even arrive on time, our pursuer is subjected to construct proofs using the ten rules of inference which our pursuer hasn’t even fully understood yet. Still, panting from the long run he took to get to class, he didn’t even had the time to sit properly but he quickly faced the problem on the board and prayed that a miracle would happen. The idealistic way of looking into things is to say that even that we may not need to evaluate premises when we apply for a job, nor use modus tollens to hard-boil an egg, the way that we deal with situations involving learning new things, solving problems with every lesson learned and many other more things constitute to the “real” knowledge that we are expected to understand.

On the way to the exam room, our pursuer sees his orgmates happily spending spare time at their tambayan. He’d wish he was part of the fun, but he’d rather get ready for his exam if he knows what’s best for him. He won’t make precious time to just slip away. He used the last minutes to take one final look at his notes before having to receive the test paper. Few things that make our pursuer go on with this kind of life, always in a dire need to review, surpassing limitations to meet deadlines, going beyond what is expected to receive a better standing, are his dreams. Dreams of a better future, a future in which he would enjoy the fruits of his struggles is one of the things our pursuer aspires that’s why he sleep late to study, wake up early to attend classes, keep alert in a boring discussion and so many more.

“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” – Philip K. Dick (1928 – 1982)