Quote of the Day

Happiness is only real when shared. – Alexander Supertramp (Christopher McCandless)

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Man of Science, Man of Faith

Why do you find it so hard to believe? – Locke
Why do you find it so easy? Jack
It’s never been easy! – Locke

–  from the TV series LOST (2004-2010)

In the Pursuit of Happiness

You’re all alone in a room looking by the window as the rain drops through the glass you lean yourself on— thinking what it means to be happy.

Well, a lot of people would say they are happy without having to define it nor even the need to find someone just to feel what ‘they feel like’ it is to be happy. Funny how they often confuse the word with money, luxurious things, and even love. The latter being the most irrational of all. Continue reading “In the Pursuit of Happiness”

The Duterte Drug War Campaign

PH President Duterte’s war on illegal drugs is bound to fail.

(December 2016)

It has been six months since the President assumed office. The 2016 national election became the hallmark of a new era in Philippine history with the former Davao city mayor Rodrigo Roa Duterte, the now executive of this nation-state taking the highest position in the land. He has been very vocal about the drug war campaign as one of his advocacies even before the election. Now, the Filipino nation is experiencing an extensive campaign against illegal drugs which cost thousands of lives already.

As of December 2016, the Philippine National Police (PNP) has recorded more than 6,000 deaths all linked to the current administration’s drug war since July 1 this year. Two thousand one hundred one (2,101) of it were killed during legal police operations while 3,993 were victims of summary killings of unknown men and vigilantes. Oplan “TokHang” and “Double Barrel” were two of the prominent campaigns being conducted by police authorities. TokHang stands for “toktok” means to knock, and hang from the Visayan word “hangyo” which means to request —to knock and request. It is done to convince drug personalities to render themselves to the police and “change their ways”. Double Barrel, on the other hand, was launched by the PNP last October 26 as a Phase Two campaign (Bueza, 2016). Continue reading “The Duterte Drug War Campaign”

My Most Lamentable Life Story

My story is far more “lamentable” than that of Romeo and Juliet.

 “Ang Tarsier kong patulog-tulog sa gabi’y gising pabitin-bitin… Taaaaarsier, mahaba ang buntot. Taaaarsier, ulo’y naikot. Ang Tarsier kong patulog-tulog sa gabi’y gising pabitin-bitin.

     – (UP Los Baños, 2011)

I can still remember how my Filipina grandmother used to sing me this chant as lullaby when I was only three years old. I do not know how it feels right now but I really miss my grandmother a lot just before she died two years ago.

By the way, my name is Carl short for Carlito syrichta. Most people call me tarsier but my brothers and sisters in the southeastern part of the Philippines prefer to address me as “mamag, mago, magau or magatilok-iok” (Philippine Tarsier Foundation, 1996). I got my name (genus) Carlito after my grandfather Carlito Pizarras, who is also well known as the “Tarsier Man” (Jarosz, 2013). Recently in 2010, my uncles and aunts who are primatologists decided to change the first proposed name of my grandmother – Tarsius, because my other siblings were already named as such  (Groves & Shekelle, 2010). Hence, I am the only one in the family with the identity Carlito. But before anything else, let me have a short introduction of my origin. Continue reading “My Most Lamentable Life Story”

The Hospital Window

All it takes is one man to strengthen another. 

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. Continue reading “The Hospital Window”