06 May Conversations between JUAN editors on why ‘kids’ are turning out to be this way



JUAN SAYS: Cognizant Philippines has already posted in their facebook page that they have fired the Thai ingrate Kosin Prasertsri. And while we commend and rejoice on this courageous act by the company (why they hired him when he can’t speak straight English in the first place is beyond us), we are still wondering why this bastard kept on ranting about his disgust with Filipinos and the country in general. We mean, sure there are some things that we too find really bad about our own country, but to have the audacity to actually spread hate? What’s up with this generation that has given them the impression that they are entitled to spread ill opinions about a country and its people in general? The gall of some people to belittle others with baseless and shallow assumptions, and to think that their actions are beyond reproach. Saan kuya? May HRH (His Royal Highness) ka ba sa pangalan mo at pakiramdam mo eh may karapatan ka ng mangmaliit ng tao dahil? Tingin mo gwapo ka? Nakakatawa.
And while we are all up in arms against this moron, there lies another moron in Singapore, and this time a Filipino who made lewd remarks about Singaporeans, while working in Singapore. (Read full story here)
Sure we understand how hard it is to work in another country, and sure we understand how difficult it is to deal with foreigners. Their culture is very different from ours, and vice versa. But truth be told, if you can’t stand them, then get the hell out of the country. Bakit mo kailangan pagtyagaan ang mga bagay na hindi mo kayang tiisin? Yan ang hindi namin maintindihan. Kung pera ang problema mo at yan lang ang solusyon, then suck it up you dumbass! Then you take it out on your social media and wish that they are all dead? Why don’t these people try “confrontation” for a change. Harapin mo! Kung sa facebook mo ilalabas ang galit mo, i-tag mo yung tao para INTENSE!


“Ang latang walang laman, kapag ihinagis, maingay.” – Sisa

What we are trying to drive at is this, while some people may regard their actions as “courageous” we really find it timid, empty and cowardice. Gagawa-gawa ka ng kalokohan tapos hindi mo papanindigan? Sabay sorry na lang? If you really believe in what you are saying, if you really have the facts to back it up, if you really think there is substance in your accusations, why on earth are you saying sorry? It only means one thing, you have nothing to show, nor the balls to stand up for what you believe is right. Tanga ka na, duwag ka pa. Kawawa ka naman. Wala kang future!
We’d like to backtrack to the time when we were younger, when petty quarrels erupted from the simple mataya-taya (play tag). We fought our battles, we finished it in the playground. We threw punches. We spew insults. But we finished it on where it started. When somebody bullies us in school, we bullied back. We pushed back, sending us to the principal’s office and the office of the guidance counselor but we stood our ground. Did we ever run to our mothers to fix our squabbles? NEVER. And if we ever trashed talked somebody when we were younger, we only spout the truth. “Maarte, malandi, mukhang pokpok,” adjectives that we used to call our “enemies” and when we get to face them head on, we can say those very words straight to their faces, because we knew what we were saying had bearing.

SISA SAYS: “I remember a fight I once had with a former boyfriend about his family’s pakikialam over me. In the heat of the argument over the telephone I screamed at him saying: Paki sabi sa nanay mo, put**** in* nya sabi ko! Of course he fought back saying: ‘Wag mong mumurahin ang nanay ko! And because I knew what I was saying, I retorted back: Bakit hindi nga ba puta ang lola mo? Pang-ilang asawa ng lola mo ang lolo mo? Pangatlo diba? Anong tawag mo dun?! He couldn’t answer back because he knew he would never win in this argument. And yeah, I was 19. And the damage I could create was massive, but I knew that when I spoke, I had to back it up with some form of truth. My mom came rushing out of the room trying to scold me for saying such things. As I put the phone down, I told her: ‘I was just saying the truth, like what you told me. I don’t lie. I don’t mince words when people are attacking me, because you made me that way. I don’t back down mom, I fight back.’ She didn’t say anything more.”

What then is the problem of this generation that they feel so entitled to rant on things without thinking of its consequences? How have we arrived at being so lax about our opinions that it is becoming baseless, empty and yeah full of shit?

“Your ass must be so jealous of your mouth right now, for the amount of shit that goes out of it.”

Our editors went head to head on this topic. Olan Dy and Sisa Zaragoza had a lengthy discussion on what this “next generation” (not to generalize, but a lot of them are. Come to think of it, all generations have this naman pala) is about – full of shit.

OLAN DY SAYS: I see how my friends are raising their kids. Kid says: “oh I wanna shift course,” parents say: ok anak. Then the kid says, oh I wanna shift again. Parents say: ok anak, follow your passion. Then kid says, “oh I wanna take a break from school,” parents say, “ok anak we understand. Take all the time you need to recover.
Recover from what? From failing in school? From quitting? From not finding your ‘passion?’ Shit, no teenager knows what they want in life, why then are you letting them dictate if they openly admit they have no clue on what they want to do?
I find them all weak. I find this weakness connected with all the bullying, teen pregnancy and shit. How dumb can you be that you believe shit like slenderman is real and you conspire to kill your classmate in cold blood, by multiple stabbing?
SISA SAYS: Yeah it’s the weakness in character, in the belief of what is wrong or right. Something is wrong.
OLAN DY SAYS: Oh mommy, she’s bullying me by calling me weak. Grow a fuckin’ backbone. How are you going to survive in the real world if you always tattletale everything? Stand up for yourself! Don’t wait for anyone to tell you to stand up for yourself. You just do it.

We are guessing that things were more simple back then. We took it upon ourselves to actually stand up for ourselves, and fight for what we believed is right. We didn’t have facebook to rant on and tell the world of what we thought of it. We didn’t have moms who condoned our drama and said kawawa ka naman. We had moms alright, moms who taught us to slap, kick and give an uppercut and a roundhouse kick to anyone who messes with us. We didn’t need to run to them, because we were equipped by them. We were more decisive with our actions knowing that everything we say and do have actual consequences, and we paid for those consequences, knowing that no one can bail us out. So we chose wisely, we talked with much conviction, and we were never apologetic for what we believed is right.

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