A whole new fresh start

I'm back to blogger.

A lot of changes happened since I last posted an entry here, but it is a nice feeling to be back venting whatever emotions I may have into this blog of mine.

I want to go into the topic of changes, since a lot has happened. Change, as they say is inevitable, I actually agree with that. You can't really afford not to change, there will be always one thing in a person that will change even if 99% did not do so. Even as the blinking line appear right in front of me in search of words to type, there is change happening, one way, in another place. It maybe an insane thought but a line in a movie states "insanity? this is SPARTA(well, reality)"

Just a few days ago, I lined up, supposedly to register, together with my friend Angelo, in the Quezon City hall. The lines were terrible, the system was inefficient, and to put it simply, it was a complete failure of organization. But despite the death march-esque length of the lines, (which actually spanned the whole of matalino street - snaking back and forth) we were amazed at how these people take registering as a really serious thing. These people lined up for more than 5 hours to get a registration form, then lined up another 8 hours the next day to get their biometrics registered - talk about endurance. Aside from the spartan-like endeavor, we were amazed that there are still people who believe that change can still happen in this country. (no intentional reference to Pres. Obama)

I have to admit, for a time, I really lost faith in this country, its shitload of a political system, and the noontime shows parading poverty in its grandest. Who wouldn't right? You see people on TV parading themselves for money and actually being proud that they did not finish school? Sorry, I'm being in an elitist mood here but you see, I believe that if there is a will to do something, you'll do anything to accomplish that. For them, noontime shows are the solitary saving grace which will lift them from the status they are in. For them, the noontime shows are their way of income. It's a pity really, they are so fixated in the short-runs rather than the more important long-runs. Sorry, I digressed.

So these people line for so many hours to get registered. It's a nice thought actually, a thousand new voters getting ready to face the challenge of electing, no, dictating the future of this country. There are still people who believe that their vote counts. I just hope that come election time, lines won't be as harsh as the ones we experienced. Can change really happen in this country? Yes, I do believe so, if you would ask me, but it doesn't need a new leader to start that change. There is a weird feeling in the air that things will be shaken soon enough. The thinking of people will start to differ from the ordinary goings of the average Filipino. I guess, after all the crap we had undergone through, we are finally(yes, FINALLY) tired of taking any more shit from the people who were trying to lead(and use) the Filipinos.

We are a proud race, we have a rich history to die for. And we all believe that we will change everything soon enough...eventually...no matter how long


It starts within all of us. Believe in the thing called unity. Believe that change will happen. I really have to give it to the people who lined up. They are hopefully, the catalysts for change that we all need. Hopefully change will come upon us starting with those lines that should've been shorter if we did not cram for the deadline of registration - and that's just Quezon City. With lines like those, I'd rather stay home.



(upon seeing those lines, Angelo and I just decided to call it a day after lining up for 5 hours. Our short patience got the best of us. We both decide to register during summer or any other time without lines that stretch the horizon.)