GERALD ZERO ONE

GERALD ZERO ONE

Thursday, December 2, 2010

ARE YOU PNOY ?

Nobody said it would be easy. No one should make it this hard, however.I have observed the first 151 days of the presidency of President Noynoy Aquino. Although I clearly rooted for Gilbert Teodoro, I am content with the President's performance. He had some successes and failures, just as any other person will do in the office.


In fairness, the President has shown that he has indeed what it takes to be a great leader. For once, we finally have a leader who has the balls to enforce the laws as they are. "Walang wang-wang, walang counterflow?" Not counting the occasional mood swings of the skies and the poor quality of our roads, the traffic situation in the country has not only been more peaceful, but also more free-flowing. And despite the never-ending rise of prices of just about any item you can think of, the economic situation of the Philippines has looked less bleak; in fact, it is already out of any danger of recession. (I know Rep. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo deserves most of the credit, but the seamless transition of power and therefore, the operations of the government earns a little praise as well).


And in case you have been missing it, PNoy has also shown quite the character that every leader should have. He leads by example. Heard him say the government will cut costs? Saw him on TV actually buying hotdogs on a stand in New York City? Quite the contrast from the infamous million-peso, Le Cirque dinner by GMA's delegation last year, isn't it? Oh, and do not forget his humility. Whenever the man speaks, you can really sense just that. Calm, friendly, no overdramatic (bleep). Assuming responsibility for a big mess, such as the mishandling of the Manila hostage crisis, that clearly your men (not PiNoy) mainly created takes guts, but he did it.

Despite these admirable traits and accomplishments, PNoy has had his share of failures. Just because the policemen and local officials are mainly responsible for the tragedy does not mean PiNoy is completely free of any responsibility for the incident. And speaking of his men, some of his choices for certain positions have been revealed to be questionable, either due to lack of experience or disputable backgrounds. Just look at Jesse Robredo, current Justice secretary and Rico Puno, his then-Undersecretary. Sec. Robredo admitted he and PNoy had a pre-arranged deal that he would only oversee the local government affairs as the President takes care of the local enforcement agencies. Now, if you know you cannot handle the full responsibilities of a position you are being offered, even if help from your boss is assured, you should not accept it. This is not a school government, where you can use your friendships, connections, and popularity to assume control and do your duties. This is the big league, where mandate-wise you are given the task of fully handling one important aspect of your country and take care of it. Defy it in any way, and you are technically a criminal and obviously, a poser. Now that we mentioned posers, the ex-Usec. Puno admitted that he, as well as other officials, have no experience handling hostage situations. Are you kidding? Did PNoy simply forgot to think of extreme situations like this when considering "highly-competitive" people for positions? Or is it a matter of friends, buddies, and pals?

I can mention other achievements and disappointments in the President's first 151 days in office, but this is only part of the whole point of this article. As you may have seen, being the President is easily the toughest job any one can ever have. Every word you say, every move you make, every single thing you do will be judged. So the criticisms will obviously be there. And right now, I think most of the criticism PNoy has received is unfair. People will say "Wala namang nangyayari sa amin, eh", "May nagbago ba?", "Hindi dapat namin siya binoto", etcetera, etcetera. First of all, as much as I preferred Gibo over PNoy, the guy has only been in office for less than 6 months. Even though the transition period is over, the common Filipino (like me) have to understand that the problems the Philippines has (poverty, corruption, inflation) are very, very bad; so bad, they require surefire, long-term solutions, not short-term and immediate relief. These problems have been prevalent in our country since forever, but it is quite obvious that the previous Presidents have either ignored them, failed to solve them, or made it worse.


The attacks are not only coming from the outside, but also within the President's circle of allies. The groups that supported PNoy are now suddenly rallying on the streets, hypocritically demanding to have a word with the President just because of their impatience. The same voters who wore yellow and raised their hands in an L-shaped manner are now beginning to jump out of the bandwagon and playing the blame game. Well, if these people truly believed in the President's advocacies, supported his agenda, and admired his character, unless something truly horrible happens, they must show support for him through the good times and the bad. Oh, what am I talking about? This is Philippine politics. It's every man for himself.


With this kind of culture in the Philippines, no wonder we are not making any significant progress. Not helping is the fact that the elected President only gets a plurality, not the majority of votes, which indicates that only a minority of the entire nation wholeheartedly supports the eventual head of state. And among these voters, a lot of them are swayed by family name, campaign color, gimmick, or celebrity endorsements. Theoretically, we can even say that only around 20% of the country's voters fully supports the President. By making on-the-fly choices instead of well-thought-out decisions, disagreements will always become widespread, and the end result? We all lose the game.


What I'm trying to say is, give PNoy a chance. He is just a human being, not a God who can do everything at once if He wants to. He makes mistakes. He misjudges. We need to support him. Because no matter how corrupted, demented, or evil a President or any high-ranking government official is, you have to believe that they are trying to give us food, shelter, jobs, and any other relief we can think of to make our lives less miserable. These ladies and gentlemen at least know that they need to save themselves some face because let's face it, they couldn't possibly think we are that dumb and ignorant to not notice their failures, could they? This is why we should be assured that they will give their good, if not best shots to destroy all the roadblocks halting our nation's road to prosperity.


The path to progress is not just a one-way street, however. We have to do our part to contribute to the betterment of our society. Work hard, harder. Always give it your best shot. Do not just randomly blurt out criticisms just to sound cool. With freedom of speech comes a big repsonsiblity. Use it wisely.


As PNoy said, "Tayo na sa tuwid na daan". Let's not make that road go anywhere.

Monday, November 15, 2010

HEAVY INVESTMENT NOT WORTH TAKING

November 14, 2010. Manny Pacquiao claims his 8th world championship in a record-8th boxing weight division, defeating Antonio Margarito via unanimous decision.

Should it go down as a historic night in Philippine history? Or is it simply a career highlight?

OK, the Gen-San-turned-Saranggani hero won. Every professor will make occasional references in class about it. Every media outlet will headline it. Every government official will claim it as a national triumph.

But, when you really think about it, IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER TO US.

This is not to disgrace Pacquiao as an athlete. He is truly one of the all-time greats to set foot in the squared circle. When a guy wins 52 bouts, 38 by knockout, you know he is the real deal. His Southpaw style, his speed, and his combinations, add them up and we have a spectacle. And checking on his opponents during and after the match? Showing mercy? That is humility and sportsmanship, two things you can rarely find in pro sports these days. In a real-life, one-on-one uncensored fight, you will probably get knocked out by a single shot to the temple by PacMan. I know I will.

However, I do not understand why everyone is labeling this as a victory for the Philippines while in fact, this is only a win for Manny and his fans. Unless all (and only all) people living in the Philippines are fans of PacMan, which is of course not true. Remember, Manny Pacquiao is not representing the Philippines in his fights. Boxing is not like a beauty pageant with all the ladies competing for the coveted crown representing their countries. It is nice for Pacquiao to recognize and honor his origins, but let us not lose the real point here. WE should NOT be claiming any Pacquiao win as a national victory.

Take a beggar for example, walking the smoky streets of EDSA on a hot Sunday afternoon, wandering on the streets staring on a road to anything but prosperity and comfort. It so happens he passes through an eatery, with all these guys with big bellies and fifty pesos to bet on, watching as they await for the official decision. He then sees Pacquiao’s hand raised on the TV screen. The majority of the guys watching will jump and celebrate, teasing their just-lost-fifty-pesos neighbors. The beggar then asks for spare money from one of the winning bettors. He is turned down. The beggar then walks away.

See, Pacquiao’s triumphs will only give us a false sense of pride. What exactly are we proud of? A Filipino boxer claiming gold? If we are really proud of our country or at least our countrymen, why do we only say or feel pride when Pacquiao wins? Is his win any different from an achievement by, for example, a Filipino inventor solving the energy crisis? Don’t you think it is unfair to all other world-class Filipino achievers that they have done something that will definitely help solve our current problems, but they do not receive the necessary exposure to help the cause? More importantly, when Pacquiao beats a Mexican boxer, a lot of people will claim, “Mas magaling ang Pilipinas kaysa Mehiko sa boksing”. Is this true? What’s true is that PacMan is better than that Mexican boxer.

Also, think about this. Maybe after PacMan knocks some sense into Floyd Gayweather in his final bout, he will most likely retire. After all, that would be the perfect ending for his career (and my own satisfaction since I despise Gayweather) and well, despite his powerful fists, he is only human. When the current Saranggani representative finally stays in Batasan Complex to do his legislative duties and of course, the never-ending TV appearances and a movie or two, I wonder if these patriotic, self-professed nationalistic authority figures and their “I’m proud to be Pinoy” thing will continue to be prominent. I mean, seriously, do we really have to wait until a 30-plus-year-old man will suffer from consistent body pain, near-bloodshut eyes, and constant retirement requests from his mother just to remind us of the fact that we are Filipinos? That we should be proud that we are Filipinos?

We are in the right direction. We are looking up to PacMan not just as a legendary, Hall-of-Fame-bound boxer, but a role-model Filipino. Thing is we should not just cheer him. We should follow his example. Maybe at the start of his career, he was simply fighting to get those paper bills to support himself and his family. He doesn’t think about his country. He was out for himself. But now that he is on top, by recognizing his origins (albeit the wrong one at the moment because he is truly from General Santos City) and continuing to be virtually the same humble, respectful, religious person who truly loves his land, perhaps we should adopt the same attitude. And we can showcase that in more ways than one. How to show that is up to us. If you can read this (or have someone translate this for you), I am sure you are also capable of thinking about that as well.

Again, this is a heavy investment not worth taking.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Togethe Once Again

A single tear sits on
her cheek,

Created by her
thoughts so bleak,

Like orange glows
from dying ember,

Last thoughts of him
she can remember.

She sits and waits
until she tires,

Eyes blazed like
burning fires,

In his old chair so
creased and worn,

Her posture there is
so forlorn.

Her hair messy, her
dress tattered,

And her looks no
longer mattered,

She sees his face on
a picture frame,

Parted her lips and
call his name.

The room was so dark
and cold,

Her body slows, too
weak, too old,

Her failing breath,
her stopping heart,

Brings her to him, no
longer death do part.

-Gerald James Castro


Friday, April 23, 2010

A Love Story ...

As her sapphire oculi
gleamed,

To see the man she
had always dreamed,

Sating her bosom with
so much affection,

And her heart pounded
for satisfaction.

His voice was all she
desired to hear,

Walking nigher and
disdaining her fear,

Her aroused heart
lumbered in fright,

Alike a large wave
occured on a bight.

As dawn came to glint
her beautiful day,

All she wanted is his
presence to stay,

She closed her eyes
and darkness takes its lieu,

Landed her to a world
where only love comes true.

Distance flanked
amongst them went shorter,

Now it gave her a
chance to utter,

Divulging his
feelings made her arose,

Waited, Remained silence
yet she did not oppose.

Her love so strong
slowly faded away,

His heart suffered in
complete dismay,

His endless tears
dropped towards the ground,

Clear as crystal,
they didn’t make a sound.

He drew a single
breath of gloom,

As the dimness filled
his cold room,

Sitting solely by the
window,

Singing only for the
shadow.

Time passed by and
they both kept in touch,

Day until night, who
love whom so much?

As days and months
shifted to a year,

He slowly walked away
to escape his dear.

To be continued….

Don’t know when…

Don’t know how…

Don’t know why I
should…

I just will continue…


-Gerald James Castro

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A POEM FOR SAINT JOSEPH COLLEGE

Hand in hand we
marched to see

The fading of a great
misery

We battle for
knowledge and seek the truth

Overcome the odds
with our sooth

All because of one
mighty school

That gave us
knowledge as a tool

With mentors of great
respect

Who taught us all how
to correct

It is our light to
victory and pride

Lets the darkness
fade and subside

It has a bond so hard
to break

And for our pain
never to ache


-Gerald James Castro

Saturday, March 27, 2010

CRIES OF A POET..

CRIES OF A POET


Imploring for God’s
mercy,

Shift this ill-fated
life,

Cleanse these
impurities away,

Apply pertness to my
life….

Pour my body with
acid,

And melt till I fade,

Remains nothing but
despair,

An insoluble feeling
ever made….

Oh despair, sweet and
treacherous,

The feeling of being
bludgeoned,

Pierced, pinked,
slashed and more,

Eracidate me in just
a split second….

Tormented by an undying power,

Of the negativity of
love,

A murderous road in
life,

Without the presence
of dove….

My soul, trying to
mount away,

Leaving its structure
behind,

Unable to bear the
unseen wounds,

To death’s prison,
let I be confined….

The irony of this
tearful story,

Leaves me no hope to
inhale,

Pandora’s Box has
been opened,

This is my sad
endless tale….


-Gerald James Castro

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Venom of Love...


Venom Of Love


Sitting in a crowded
place,

Drinking to satisfy
my lonely soul,

Abusing words on a
piece of paper,

Pushing my hands just
to crawl.

My pen bleeds on this
white sheet,

While creating a
heart with a beat,

And I take another
shot in my veins,

Never knew venom
taste so sweet.

Few more breaths left
before I surrender,

To this music playing
deep in my ears,

And the words I am
writing on this whiter sheet,

Coming straight from
my soul without any fear.

But before I leave
this place forever,

There is one last
thing I need you to do,

To make sure that you
do read these words,

And realize how much I
love you….


-Gerald James Castro

Let me be.. For Janice Flores


Let me be your
blanket,

Serve to make you
warm,

I’ll absorb the
coldness for you,

Protect you from any
harm.

Let me be your
hankie,

To wipe those crystal
tears away,

Letting you know I’ll
dry your eyes,

Take away all your
dismay.

Let me be your eonian
flower,

Giving you aroma to
smell,

Staying here forever,

And only you can
tell.

Let me be your song,

That goes on and on
forever,

To allay all your
fears away,

Make your smile
lovelier.

Let me be your ocean
of tranquility,

To catch all your
dreadful tears,

Pelt me all your
sadness,

I’ll make you happy
for a million years.

Let me be your
thorns,

Because you are my
beautiful red rose,

Forbidding anyone to
pick you up,

To let them see how
your beauty glows.

Let me be your
knight,

To fight for your
honor and glory,

I’ll remain mighty in
every battle,

Because you are my
one and only.

Let me be your soft
pillow,

For you to hug
tightly at night,

Whenever you’re
lonely,

Imagine I am just by
your side.

Let me be your
shining stars,

That gleam all
throughout the night sky,

And I’ll form the
words “I love you,”

You’ll probably ask
why.

Let me be your
rainbow,

With colors and
effulgent hue,

Emblazons your world,

And anything you
drew.

Let me be anything
you desire,

Simply all to satisfy
your heart…

Let me love you
forever,

Only death may bring
me apart…

I LOVE YOU….


-Gerald James Castro

Youthful inspiration…

This is my very first poem… I made it when I was in Grade 5… Too inspired by her, I made a poem expressing the condition I was suffering that time… Well the words are plain and simple because I still don’t have the sufficient knowledge to construct one like my recent ones…. It’s called…. My true love….


My true love never
talks to me, not even once,

When I walked very
close to her, she always runs,

Never even thinking
of how much I love her,

Because she knows
that I’m just a sore loser.

Every single day, I
always have sleepless nights,

Without her on my side,
I always have a fright,

I hug my pillow so
tight when I am sleeping,

Just only thinking
that she is the one I’m hugging.

And I will give her
anything that she desires,

Especially an endless
love that burns like fire,

I will cheer her up
whenever she’s lonely,

Because forever, I
want her to be happy.

To see a pretty smile
whenever I see her,

Because I love her so
much until forever,

Though I know I
really can’t keep up with her,

But at least my love
for her will last till forever.


-Gerald James Castro