I have yet to fully grasp the fact that summer vacation is almost over. the absurdity of life is starting to pick up again. school.
two weeks were enough; got to see my old friends, well literally not just see. we mocked and laughed over each other's stories, got drunk (not much), went to grocery, went shopping, popped some corns, sang-until-our-throat-came-out, sleepover, swimming.. ooh good old days.
(what's wrong with me? i feel like making this a looong blog but here, no words are popping out of my mind)
anyway,
it's june already! no more skin-burning-sunlight, good bye summer. hello rain, hello typhoons, hello floods, hello school, hello Junior year, hello stress, hello eye-bags and hello sleepless nights.
college has always been my reason why for all time, i am, we are changing. it has been hard to open this door. there are things that will definitely change after this coming first term starts. i don't think i'm ready to deal with this new EPIC change. but yeah, one thing is for sure. i've become wise and strong enough to face the transitions..
"BE A WARRIOR, NOT A WORRIER".
before i start coding codes over the night for my taxi system machine problem, i ought to share my thoughts first. Election…
2004. that was the year of the last national elections. that year was the start of sequential aftermath in the Philippines. Gloria won. i was breathing for twelve years back then and my right for suffrage was not valid yet. her success was as weak and fragile as a toothpick. her triumph was the worst failure the Philippines had.
i opened my hands and counted on my fingers, how many years until i become legal? 6 years, and i was “SAKTO! 18 ako na ko nun, makakaboto na ko!”. i was mumbling grumpily in silence, then said to myself, “akala mo gloria, mamamatay ka din”. KASI AYOKO TALAGA KAY GLORIA NUNG BATA PALANG AKO.
maybe you’re wondering who will i vote tomorrow. i still don’t know. my heart WAS for Noynoy. clean-and-transparent. that’s the thing i love about him. i don’t care about his experience deficiency, i don’t care about what others are saying “na lumabas ka lang sa palda ng nanay mo”, i don’t care about those fake bandwagons which tried to shatter his virtue and humane. i am for his cleanliness. i am for his undoubted love for his country. but i have come to the realization that it’s all not enough. really not enough. there is an intangible shortage. reality is reality, and it bites, really hard.
GORDON AND PERLAS. they are my bet. don’t ask me why. I TRUST THEM. I CONFIDE THE PHILIPPINES TO THEM.
i am hoping that my 10-fucking-hours-wasted while waiting in line just to be registered for tomorrow’s election will not be goofed-up. i need a change. i am enjoying my life for 18 years, yet i am sad knowing my country is ill-fated. i am praying and hoping that my 1point-vote would make a change.. so Philippines, VOTE WISELY PLEASE.
~ claclah
i used to say, I MISS BLOGSPOT. but yeah, you changed your name. so hello BLOGGER! :)) my last journal here was a year ago. ages ago.. You used to be my outlet whenever i feel random, blue and whatever. i admit it, i almost forgot you but i promise to update you from now on. :)
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