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