julio iglesias is playing in the background, and i look out my window and see a gloomy monday. i was half way done with cleaning my condo and i think about going to the nearest school and observe and experience the election.

then i realized it’s a waste of my fucking time.

im a political science and history major so i dont need any schmuck trying to lecture me about the privilege of voting and the process. professor adler had already and adequately explained that beautiful part in the democratic or republic process. but i simply wont bite that bullshit here.

last i hear nancy binay was in 5th place. HA! what a fucking embarrassment to this so called democratic privilege. and to think they’ve made such a big deal about everything leading up to today’s election (i.e. first automatic voting, gun ban and one of my favorite asinine ideas of all time, alcohol ban) is frustrating for lack of a better word. as my old high coach said once out of genuine frustration, WHAT IS THE FUCK!?

btw the idiot head of the MMDA who propose the alcohol ban originally asked for 45 days of prohibition. makes me wonder if this fucking retard actually had a brain.

if anyone in these islands really care about improvement and progress in the philippine election, they should be more concerned about improving and the progress of education here in the philippines. change the curriculum from training them to memorize to encouraging them actually fucking logically and rationally think PERIOD. a pilipino can cite pages and pages of a nursing book but can they reason why their path is laid out in front of them without their say? no, they cant. because in here, the teacher teaches the pilipino to memorize and obey instead of think and be intuitive.

they also need to change the political process. the beauty between two main parties in opposition (like in america) is sufficiently explained by madison in the federalists papers - faction counteract faction instead of the philippines’ ready to rumble 3684927383 million parties. and the top 12 or so wins is fucking dumb. it’s laughable. so in essence these candidates are not using the top as reference instead they use the bottom and i dont need to explain the significance of this difference.

so i went to my iphone and change the album from julio iglesias to air supply. i use to hate both these albums as my dad played it during the times he obligated us to clean with him during his general cleaning days.

voting here in the philippines will be a waste of time in the foreseeable future because voting clueless actors and actresses, rich assholes who are clearly detached from the masses and corrupt political families IS A WASTE OF TIME. and voting sincere and genuine individuals like Lean Braganza in Alaminos are difficult to watch. the only real hope of this country are not given a real and fair chance. But God Bless my boy and others like him here.

quick update : ex-convict i mean ex-president Erap “para sa mga corrupt i mean mahirap” Estrada just won the mayoral election in manila. we’re talking about a crooked fuck who was caught red handed and was convicted but then later pardoned by his predecessor who turned out to be a bigger joke than him came in third place in the last presidential election just recently won the mayoral race in manila city. i hate election season in the philippines, it’s the biggest reminder of how far back we are as a country.

i burped out loud like there’s no one around me but i sit alone at a busy megamall mcdonalds on a lazy mother’s day sunday.

i see everyone with their family, and i feel slightly pathetic sitting by myself. it’s frustrating when i think about the fact that i choose to be alone and lonely. dont get me wrong im happy with where i am and the choices ive made but days like today just feel so damn lonely. fuck

live free

my throat stings from an incoming flu. i sit on a perfect ambience and i take a whiff of the hot chocolate im about to drink and i smell the memories i had pouring ovaltine chocolate over rice because there was nothing else to eat rice with. then the memories tied to the memory above comes crashing in and i sit and worry that im gettin older.

i admit that im living a much more comfortable life now but as i surround myself with prestige i often remember the days i spent under the dryness of the davao sun. and without sounding cliche, these memories more than humble me, they bring a sense of awkwardness in my charm as i venture inside the “expensive” clubs in manila.

im excited to go back to davao, to be held once again in the arms of mi primera amor. i’ve got about enough of the pollution manila can offer a man within a few months. i’m also full from the unbearable heat that radiates of the crooked sidewalks and crooked politicians in manila. im trying to imagine the loneliness davao felt when i left her last. and i look forward to the distinct provincial breeze, the ease of the provincial swag and familiar warmth of family.