It might have a diminutive relevance with what’s really going on with my own life now. But I live in a vibrant city where everybody wanted to talk, to get noticed, to brag, to be recognized, to be the center of attention, to be accepted, to be significant and, perhaps, to rule. The list never ends there, because people just can’t stop. We always wanted to do things in our own little ways, and brag about the difference they might achieve. Too much freedom caused us to collide with the righteous ones, and too little achievement caused us to blame them. Guess what, we never made a difference.
Look at Senator Antonio Trillanes, what difference he made? Nothing. He was given all the chance to make one, but he was looking at it from a very, very different way. For the record, I voted for him and that’s one thing I regret I ever did. I still stick with the status quo, for at least I could see a promising economy and a sustainable development over the horizon.
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I apologize for the long delay of this follow-up post. I have to go to places almost simultaneously to attend a birthday bash, to fix some papers, to meet an old friend, to meet Aso … add work on top of those and you’ll understand why I have to go directly to bed once I get home. This post was meant for the people who couldn’t see fit to behave; people who added stress to me whenever I travel back home. This is also dedicated to those who are trying to live in peace and free from opportunistic, arrogant and insecure individuals who love to spend all their energies talking about their own lives.