Some things I don't often say...

"The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.

I stared at her."

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven't grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you're mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you're tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.

I stared at her.

When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.

I stared.

When you're gone, the World starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It's the best fucking thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you."

— JAMES FREY (A Million Little Pieces)

Rant

I'm late and I don't care. I don't know exactly what I feel right now, but i just don't care whether I'll be able to accomplish my responsibilities or not-- a feeling of indifference (that's the word). I'm tired of being tired. I have the whole 7 days of my week filled with meetings, stuffs to do, errands, and that doesn't include my school stuff yet. Pressure used to make me feel happy, it makes me feel alive. But right now, it seems that my marginal utility is already diminishing. I just wish this is a transient stage, I can't leave everything I have worked hard for behind. When I look back, I just can't believe what i have been doing, and yet i have been enjoying it. Whats happening??! Just a trivia, I have around 10 affiliations, and i'm active in most of it.. I 'll have to leave it here for now, I have to go to a meeting. Ciao.

Is this the sustainable city of the future?

Terreform One, a New York non-profit design group led by 38-year-old architect Mitchell Joachim, offers answers to almost everything to do with cities and sustainability. Its prolific output of ideas includes blimps creeping nose-to-tail around cities, with seats hanging off them just above the ground so that people can jump on and off at will.

The company has designed soft cars, so no one is killed in a car accident ever again, and proposed a way of training trees so that they can be grown to form houses – a theoretically zero-carbon technique. It also wants to put houses on to big trucks, and rebuild America's roads so that they are packed with "intelligent renewable infrastructure", into which the mobile houses can be plugged. This idea is less obviously zero carbon, but the company claims it will "create a truly breathing, interconnected metabolic urbanism".

Terreform One's projects are presented with the imagery long-beloved of futuristic visionaries, with steep perspectives of frictionless cities, super-shiny and super-clean. The language is fervent, breeding neologisms and repeating the word "will" in the manner of preachers foreseeing the rapture.

Terreform One, incidentally, is not to be confused with the company's earlier incarnation, Terreform, which was created by Joachim and his former mentor Michael Sorkin. Sorkin is now bitterly denounced by Joachim for failing to show a co-operative spirit and for selling out by designing a seven-star hotel in China.

Terreform One, which has a 32-strong "advisory board", has been endorsed by the likes of Wired magazine, which in 2008 named Joachim one of "the 15 people the next president should listen to", but for now it leaves many questions unanswered. Its plans seem light on details such as cost and emissions calculations. It's not clear what would happen to its blimps in a high wind, or to the views from upper-floor windows as they passed by in an unending chain, or how easily the old or disabled could hop on and off. Nor how trees could be trained to grow kitchens and sanitary appliances. Joachim says it will take a century or more to shift the way cities are built, which is all well and good – but perhaps the future should also start here.

- Rowan Moore; The Observer, Sunday 4 July 2010

URL: http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2010/jul/04/sustainability-design-cities-future-terreform-one?CMP=twt_iph

piece of shit

it's 1:31 in the morning, with a noisy blue super fan (don't know what's so super about it) at my left, and i'm wierdly (weirdly) writing again. well, maybe not. let's just assume i'm writing. it's been too long since i last write just for leisure. i missed it so much. the emotions just spilling out and you can feel your blood rushing, your brain so active, thoughts,ideas just flowing freely and moving swiftly out of your head and it's like your trying your best to catch it all let all your ideas fit in a paper.

well, it was different for me this past days or months i guess. ideas just suddenly dried up inside my head. something just seem so different. i don't know if i can call it a writer's block. i'm not even sure if i'm a writer. am i?

hostility. indifference. doubts. i guess i blew a nerve in my brain that spilled my creative juices directly into my ears. and it turned into a gooey ear wax.hehe. maybe. that's cool. well. whatever happened. i feel different now. i don't even know what to write. i guess it's because of my "loser" ego.

which is which? practical or idealistic? i can't even organize my thoughts. i just think im so naive.
i easily believe on what i read on novels. it kills me. forcing myself to live in different worlds. worlds that were created by idealistic minds. or are they just talented? this what's all been bothering me i guess. and it trapped me inside myself. slowing down. afraid that being to idealistic would eat me. or am i really? i am. yet was always forced by my environment to be practical. i guess they did make me one.

anyway this doesn't make any sense. thanks for reading.

Beyond Horizons

Failure is a short word that often carries so much pain and so little comfort, so much frustration and so little hope, so much stress and so little fulfillment.Sometimes we spend our lives running through our days struggling to avoid the long arm of this little word.

A mistake is a teacher -- it molds, harnesses, and polishes. Mistakes go hand-in-hand with opportunities for improvement, thus they are to be lived by and learned from. Without learning, what wrong we commit only drowns us in the despair of real failure. Our blunders do not hinder us from achieving success. On the contrary, they help us transcend ourselves. We can go beyond what horizons we can perceive now because our mistakes stretch our limits and urge us to overcome fears. Indeed, there is no moving forward unless we avoid avoiding mistakes and regret regretting past failures. We can look at life backwards, but we have to live it onwards.

The humility that is fostered when we trip and fall can lead us to higher aspirations. We
realize, from being humbled, that our notions of our current state of perfection are but mere abstract ideals, and so we gain the desire to find what is more than perfect. This points the way toward transcendence.

The trips and stumbles we experience from time to time are stepping stones towards thousands of other steps that lead to fulfillment. Pains and frustrations are inevitable; sometimes things just fall apart. These, however, are not reason enough to entertain thoughts of quitting or not picking ourselves up or leaving our spirits battered and broken. We take them as challenges to be surpassed, challenges that give life more value.

As we journey in life, we encounter crossroads, obstacles, and challenges that perpetually test our mettle. We often make mistakes. We stumble. What many of us fail to realize is that falling is not itself failing; it is not rising up from a fall that defines failure.

No Rise, No Rice

The dwindling rice production and skyrocketing prices of rice in the agricultural sector is now recently being faced by nations globally. The trend will continue until the year ends and it is causing many Asian countries including the Philippines to panic.

The Philippines is one of the top importers of rice in the world. As rice is a politically sensitive commodity in this country, it is not surprising that reports of a rice shortage have energized political debate and public concern regarding the economic policies of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.

How ironic it is for an agricultural country, which has once been the top exporter of agricultural products such as rice, coconut and abaca, to face this kind of crisis. The Philippines has 8.5 million hectares of arable land. The Department of Agrarian Reform and the Department of Environment and Natural Resources have distributed 6.5 million hectares to 4 million farmer-beneficiaries. Nearly half of this area is mainly for rice and corn production, under Presidential Decree 27. More of these agricultural lands were distributed later under RA 6657 but eventually, grain productivity took a dive. During the 1960s, our irrigation system was praised by the World Bank as one of the best in the world, yet by 2001, it had deteriorated badly due to corruption and lack of maintenance budget.

Why does rice production shortage haunt our society? If the Philippines is truly an agricultural country with enough laws and reform programs to sustain itself, why does it suffer under a shortage of a commodity as basic to Filipino life as rice?

Sec. Arthur Yap of the Department of Agriculture says there is no rice shortage in the country, what we have is rice land shortage. But whatever the real problem is, should it not have been resolved long before it became worse?

The problem on our dwindling rice production is dust that has been continuously swept under the rug. It is now piled up and fetid. At this point in time, it is only appropriate for us to say that the system failed. We failed.

Our country was once a paradise, an agricultural haven. However, it is seemingly morphing into a political and economic battlefield. Cover ups, bad propaganda, mud slinging-- everyday is an election day in the country. In newspapers, politics occupies the most space. It is ostensible that we have been negligent.

We have forgotten our role. The problem on rice is not to be blamed only on our government or the system. We have to accept our faults too. While many of the government officials are busy pinning the blame on each other, we are also busy watching them argue on televison shows. We dedicate hours watching real life soap opera thinking that finding out the culprit will elevate our situation. Of course, it would be good to know whom not vote for in the next elections, but blaming each other is simply not enough.

We should not be dazzled with politics and continuously dose ourselves with strenuous things. Let us concentrate on more important things. The problem on rice only reflects our blind eye towards the less explosive albeit more essential aspects of our country- that is, not what others should dobut what we can contribute. Let us not depend much on incompetent country officials to experience conscience all of a sudden. We have to start from our own little way in helping our country survive the crisis.

As citizens of the Philippines, we should empathize with the government and cooperate with its plans and projects. We should not put all the burden and blame on the government for the government is not the whole Philippines, we are also part of the country.

Rice production shortage will be easy to solve if we cooperate and let our true Filipino values stand out. Discipline and bayanihan is all we need. Therefore, it should start within us.We should keep in mind that improvement always starts with “I”. If we drop our inadvertence, then certainly this crisis will not be repeated.

Perhaps we can use this crisis as a stepping stone towards building a better nation.

Sacred Heart College is for the Student

Sacred Heart College moved to greater heights as it celebrated its 50^th Foundation Anniversary. Momentous presentations and activities were held to commemorate the humble beginnings of the institution.

Sacred Heart School was founded in 1958 by Chinese missionary priests – Rev. Msgr. Joseph Fung and Rev. Fr. Joseph Wang. In their dedication to extend Catholic education to the Filipino-Chinese community of Tacloban City , a nipa hut was constructed to house the first batch of students. The nipa hut was later reconstructed into a concrete building to accommodate the growing student npopulation, which comprised students from both Filipino and Chinese families. Recently, it was transformed into Sacred Heart College due to the school’s aim to extend its quality education to tertiary level. After five decades, the improvements made are evident. The façade and the physical structure of the school are as advanced as the current system of neducation it employs.

Changes in the system, of course, perturbed some of the institutional traditions that required revision. Our alma mater recently overcame a period of struggle which involved a misunderstanding between some teachers and the administration. This showed us that progress is not without its potholes. Let us hope that these hurdles are viewed and dealt with as challenges, not as reasons to destroy the school.

Teachers and administrators should prioritize working together toward maintaining the integrity of the school and the quality of education it offers. A school essentially exists for the students. Thus, whatever conflict arises must not impede the students’ access to quality education (not in abstract notions but in tangible experience every step of the way). The period of struggle mentioned was also a period of confusion for the students because instead of being insulated, they were unnecessarily urged to take sides. I find no meaning in the idea that students ought to be submerged in every flood that threatens the school. This is like saying that children should take active part in solving every adult crisis that befalls the family.

As the school turns fifty, let us hope that the accumulated wisdom it has gained becomes more established. Our teachers must concretely show their commitment to their profession which, in their own words, is a passion, a vocation – a way of life rather than a mere source of income. Their character and real actions, more than the countless words they utter in the classroom, influence their students’ own ways of life. At this juncture, it is good to remember the great teachers like Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Confucius, and Jesus Christ; they did not become great because of rewards, awards, or high remuneration. They are remembered for truly teaching and teaching what is True. Human and humane teachers will set similarly excellent standards for the student.

On the other hand, the administration should always strive to preserve the inherent dignity and humanity that are imperative in an educator. As much as we can only have good students if we have happy students, we can likewise have excellent educators only if we have happy educators. Good rapport with employees should be maintained to keep misunderstandings at bay.

After all I have said, I must emphasize that my exhortation is, for the most part, directed at the students. Considering the level of awareness that young people have nowadays, I believe that we already have the capability to discern what could be beneficial to our moral and academic development. Involvement in every adult issue that presents itself does not necessarily turn us into adults. We can act and think more responsibly and with maturity if we focus more on keeping our path toward becoming true adults uncluttered by extraneous conflicts and bad examples. If the real mission and vision of our golden alma mater, the Sacred Heart College , is for the positive progress of the student, then that should also be our real goal.

REVOLUTION: A WAY TO PHILIPPINE PROSPERITY

Our country is facing several problems and obstacles. It has been struggling against numerous political issues and conflicts. We are below poverty line, and the ones responsible for all of these are those living comfortably and luxuriously.

Corruption is rampant, crime rates rose even higher, our peso is struggling to compete against the dollar, and economic burden is getting heavier. Once again our government has failed us. Is this the prosperity that our dear president has promised us? Are we living the way our heroes wanted us to live- our heroes who fought for our freedom and for the welfare of the Filipino people? How ironic it is that we are under the colony of our fellow Filipinos. What is the use of democracy, if it is not being practiced? Are we not living in a republican country? This country should be for the people, of the people and by the people.

Our political leaders today are even worse than lowly diapers that are full of shit. They do not serve with principle and creed but with simple greed. Everyone is hungry for power, fame, and money. And some are fully intoxicated with what they have and seem to be forgetting their role in our country.

Will revolution make a change? Will it be a good wake up call to our government which is currently fast asleep and ignoring the dismal status of our country? Are we ready to gamble? Is revolution an option to attain success?

Choosing revolution as an option might be a good idea because it has already been tested by other countries like Germany, which are now prospering. But will revolution really be an assurance for a better Philippines? Revolution is political suicide. Do we still need to shed blood in order to make a change? We have everything to lose and it is a fact the Philippines is not ready to risk millions of lives just to support an uncertain success. Vietnam, similar to Philippines and also a member of the 3^rd world also faced similar problems and came up with a realization that revolution has never been a good option. Vietnam currently is rising against all odds and facing the consequences of revolution. Philippine revolution when pursued may result to series of conflicts, worsening political system, heavier burdens and political instability.

The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible. Impossible is nothing to the Filipinos. We Pinoys have already been tried and tested, fought against the Spaniards with only bolos in our bare hands but our heart full of tanks filled with courage, guns loaded with determination and cannons all loaded with hope to succeed, ready to defend and fight for what was right. What we are facing today is not a matter of destiny, but a matter of choice. Every decision we make is a path to take and a chance to make history. The future depends on what we do today.

Unity and government effectiveness is what we lack; hence they should be acted upon. Unity should start within us. Our government should try to empathize with the majority and be one with the masses. Every step they take should be explained thoroughly so as no to leave the majority ignorant and to prevent misunderstanding that may lead to discontent and mistrust that could worsen the situation.

The people should also think deeply first before rampaging on streets and shouting out their demands. They should try to understand that satisfying their needs does not come with a snap of a finger; requests undergo due process before being granted. When unity is attained, government effectiveness follows and thus achieving progress. Brilliant projects and proper efforts aimed toward clearing the status of the country would surely not be far behind.

Strolling

Kung dumating ang araw na ikaw ay bibigyan ng pagkakataong pumili ng iyong lahi, gugustuhin mo pa bang maging Pinoy? Pipiliin mo pa ba ang lahing kayumangging kahit anung pilit mong ilihim gamit ang gluthathione ay lumalabas parin sa tuwing sasapit ang tag-init? Sa
kalagitnaan ng aking paglalakad sa ilalim ng nagngingitngit na tanghali ay biglang sumagi sa aking isip ang mga tanong na may kinalaman sa aking pagka-Pilipino. Sa kabila ng naninigang kong lalamunan ay hindi ko naisip ang uminom imbis ay bigla kong naitanong sa aking sarili, mahal ko ba ang aking bansa? Gusto ko ba ang maging Pilipino?
Di alintana ang hapding dulot ng bawat silahis ng araw na dumadampi sa mala porcelanang kong balat ay bigla siyang napatigil at tila ay pinagnilayan niya ang mga tanong ng biglang bumagabag sa naninigang niyang utak. Waring bumagal ang takbo ng panahon na unti unti kong napakiramdaman ang bawat anggulo at kakarampot na detalye nang aking linalakaran na bigla ko nalang nasabing, “masarap sigurong manirahan sa ibang bansa”. Saan nga ba nanggaling ang mga salitang yun? Marahil dahil sa nadaanan kong kanal na umaalngasaw ang amoy sabayan pa ng tila nagngangalit na sikat ng araw.

Masarap nga yatang manirahan dun.Saan kaya ako pupunta?Ah, Sa London. Gusto kong makita kung nahuhulog nga talaga yung London Bridge tulad nang sinasabi sa kanta. O di kaya ay gusto kong makapunta sa Paris. Gusto kong umakyat sa tuktok ng Eiffel Tower at makita ang kabuuan ng Paris. Kung sweswertihin pa ako sa lotto, pwede rin akong dumiretso sa States. Sa Washington siguro. Wala lang. Trip ko lang pumunta sa tate. Masaya dun, malamig ang klima, maraming mapapasyalan at higit sa lahat malinis dun. Walang red tapes, graft and corruption, nakawan, o kung anu-ano pang anomaliya.

Pero biglang sumagi sa aking isipan angtanong na may bahid ng pag-aalala. Mararanasan ko rin ba doon ang hirap at sayang kahit saan man ay di ko na madarama kundi mula lamang sa mahal kong Pilipinas? Isang baso ng malaming at nagyeyelong coke, at tila ako’y bumalik na sa aking sarili. Ako’y napailing at natawa sa aking sarili. Dala lang yata yun ng uhaw, bakit ko nga ba iiwanan ang aking paraiso? Ang aking tahanan, ang aking ina.

Nagpatuloy ako sa paglalakad ng marating ko ang eskinita malapit sa Gaisano. Bumandera
sa aking harapan ang mga tabloids,“Headline: Nene, pinilahan ng limang tambay”, katabi pa nito nang picture ni Diana Zubiri na nakabikini. Ako’y napangisi at nasabi kong “hanep talaga sa marketing strategy ang mga Pinoy, magsusulat nalang ng dyaryo may bonus pang picture ng sexy aktres. Dumiretso ako sa aking paglalakad sa may terminal malapit sa Mcdo nang biglang sinunggaban ako nang umaalingasaw na kakaibang amoy. Ang naamoy ko pala ay ang amoy nan mga tangige at blue marlin sa banyera. Malapit na pala ako sa palengke. Iba talaga ang simoy nang palengke ng Pilipinas. Hindi tulad sa ibang bansa amoy makabago. Yung tipong, amoy metal, nawawala tuloy yung ambiance na ikaw ay nasa palengke.

Dumiretso pa ako sa aking nilalakaran, nakita ko ang mga basurang nakatambak sa tabi ng pader. Nang lumapit pa ako, nakita ko ang likod nang pader na may naksulat, “Bawal Magtapon ng Basura”. Pinoy na pinoy nga naman ang dating.

Napatigil ako sa aking pag-iisip nang biglang may nagtext sa akin. Pag-tingin ko sa aking celfon ay ayrooon dalawang message.Binasa ko yung isa, at ako’y napaiyak sa kakatawa. Pinadalhan ako nang isang joke nang aking kaibigan, at ito’y hindi basta joke lang, Genuine Jani Jani joke, retro at certified Pinoy. Hindi kumpleto ang araw nang mga Pinoy kung hindi sila nakakatawa. Ngunit napawi ang aking kasiyahan nang tinext ako na pinapauwi na daw ako. Natapos tuloy kaagad ang aking contemplation moment.

Pag-uwi ko nang bahay, natanong ko sa aking ina kung bakit niya ako pinauwi. Ang sagot niya, “wala lang, miss lang kita”. Naks! Hanep sa dramahan. Pumasok ako sa aking kuwarto at humiga. Nag-isip na namang muli. Makakatulog rin kaya ako nang mahimbing kung ako’y nasa ibang bansa?

proper timing

hiniram kay: batjay

1. oras na para magpunta sa dentista pag nag buntong hininga ka at namatay lahat ng langaw sa paligid
   
2. oras na para mag mumog pag dumighay ka at bigla mong nalasahan yung kinain mong longganisa kahapon
3. oras na para magsimba pag after three days ay nabuhay ulit yung mga langaw
4. oras na para kumain kapag may nakatabi kang may putok at bigla kang nagutom
5. oras na para matulog pag ang nasa isip mo na lang ay puro tungkol sa langaw
6. oras nang magyaya ng suntukan kapag:

Gutom ka’t nakapila sa jollibee at may nakakita sa iyo na kakilala at bigla kang tinanong kung kakain ka.�

Natanggal ka sa trabaho at may nagtanong sa iyong kaopisina mo kung bakit maaga kang uuwi�

Kumakain ka ng manggang hilaw at may nagtanong sa iyo kung maasim�

Nahulog ka sa hagdan at may nagtanong sa iyo kung ano ang nangyari�

Yung bago nyong anak ni misis ay kamukha ng family driver.�

7. oras ba para pumunta sa doctor pag yung tae mo ay may sipon

8. oras na para pumunta sa pari pag yung sipon mo ay may tae

9. oras nang magpakamatay kung pinanganak ka na isa sa mga siamese twins, tapos ang kakambal mo ay bakla at iisa lang ang pwet ninyo.

MAGDALENA NG LANSANGAN

Bulgar, immoral, mababang lipad kung sila’y tawagain, mga kapit sa patalim, sila ang mga Magdalena sa lansangan o mga prostitute.

Ang prostitusyon bagama’t illegal ay isa na rin itong industriya sa ating bansa. Isa ito sa mga pinakamatandang propesyon sa buong mundo. Dito sa Pilipinas, kahit saan mo ibaling ang iyong paningin ay naglipala na ang mga bugaw at establisimento na humahakot ng pera dito.

Dahil sa labag sa batas ang prostitusyon ito ay pilit na sinusupil ng mga otoridad. Ngunit aminado rin ang mga may kapangyarihan na minsan ay hindi na nila nasusunod ang Standard Operating Procedure. Sa ganitong anggulo pa lamang ay pwede na nating masabi na may kapabayaang nagagawa ang ating mga kapulisan. Ayon sa S.O.P. sa paghuli ng mga prostitute ay bawal ang manakot at pag babae ang hinuhuli dapat rin ang huhuli ay babae o di kaya ay ang mag-sesecure. At naayon din sa Republic Act 9208 nakasaad ang anti-trafficking law o ang pantay na pagtrato maging anuman ang iyong antas sa lipunan.

Ang prostitusyon ay laganap na sa Pilipinas.Sa Quezon City pa lang ay humigit kumulang limang libo ang prostitute at ang ilan pa ay minor de edad, mula labing dalawang taong gulang. Matagal na rin itong sakit ng ulo ng pamahalaan na pilit na ipinagwawalang-bahala nila. Dahil sa sobrang kahirapan dito sa Pilipinas, kapit sa patalim, kung kaya’t pinasukan ang prostitusyon. Ngunit hindi rin ito nangangahulugan na nag-eenjoy ang mga prostitute sa kanilang trabaho dahil unti-unti nitong sinisira ang kanilang pagkatao at parang linalagyan ng putik ang kanilang mga mukha. Kung ating iisiping mabuti, hindi tama na ang mga prostitute lang ang huhulihin lagi ng mga may kapangyarihan, dapat ay kasali rin ang mga bugaw, establisimento, at ang mga bumibili nito. Ang mga prostitute ay mga biktima lamang, ang tunay na may sala ay ang mga nakakuha ng pera sa ginagawa ng mga Magdalena sa lansangan.

Batang Kasambahay

Sa paaralan ating kinalakhan ang nalaman ko ay ang kaming mga kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan, ngunit lingid sa aking kaalaman na ang kabataan ngayon ay kasambahay na rin pala ng bayan. Ang kasambahay ay ang mas katanggap tanggap na tawag sa katulong o maid. Ito ay labag sa batas at itinuturing ng International Labor Organization na “worst form of child labor.”

Ang kahirapan ay isa rin sa mga dahilan kung bakit ang mga bata ay napipilitan na huminto sa pag-aaral at mamasukan bilang isang kasambahay, dahil ito lamang ang trabaho na mabilis mapasukan kahit ikaw ay elementary graduate lamang. Kultura na nating mga pinoy ang pag-aakala na ang trabaho bilang isang kasambahay ay madali at ligtas dahil ikaw ay nasa loob lamang ng bahay. Lingid sa ating kaalaman, na marami rin ang pwedeng mangyari sa loob ng bahay, lalo na kung ang kasambahay ay isang bata dahil mabilis itong takutin at abusuhin ng kanilang pinagtratrabahuan.

Ang mga batang kasambahay ay nagtatrabaho ng humgit kumulang labing lima hanggang labing siyam na oras, hangga’t hindi pa natutulog ang kanilang amo. Nagtalaga ang International Labor Organization ng mga kondisyon ukol sa child labor, at naayon rito na ang mga minor de edad ay ipinagbabawal magtrabaho at ang mga may edad 15-17 taong gulang ay hindi lalagpas walong oras ang kanilang pagtatrabaho, at ipinagbabawal ang mga trabaho na maaring maglagay sa kanila sa anumang panganib.

May mga pagkakataon na inaabuso ng mga pinagtatrabahuan ng mga batang kasambahay, tulad ng pananakot na hindi ibigay ang kanilang sahod kapag hindi sundin ang kanilang gusto. Madalas din ang pangmomolestya at ang pangbabastos sa mga kasambahay.

Nakasaad sa Republic Act 9231, Section 12-D ang mga probisyon at alituntunin ukol sa pagkitil ng worst forms of child labor ngunit sa kabila nito ay naisasawalang bahala lamang ito. Ito ay hindi isang mababaw na problema lamang, dapat itong pagtuunan ng pansin ng ating pamahalaan at ang iba pang organisasyong responsable rito. Hindi natin dapat hayaan na unti-unting wasakin ang kinabukasan ng mga munting anghel na siyang tutulong sa pag bangon ng ating bansa. Dapat natin supilin ang mga halimaw na inaapak- apakan ang ating mga munting bayani ng ating bansa. Dapat ay lagyan ng ngipin ang ating mga batas.

Ang Republic Act 9231 ay dapat mas patibayin pa. Presidente, mga tao sa kongreso, galaw galaw naman tayo diyan!