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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

Certificate of Candidiasis

Right now all that I'm wishing for is to have a great future ahead of me. (Not counting my yearning for a girlfriend because that's another story. Anyway.)

I think I've told you about this beforehand. Call me an irresponsible citizen but I wasn't able to register for the elections. It was too late when I found out that I have to have myself registered at the nearest Comelec office. Okay, I was too lazy then, and I've managed to kill a month or two for the necessary preparations. Queues are sssewww long that I couldn't even see myself queuing up as early as, say 5 am just to find out that the darn officials would only admit 300 people. Hello, what were they thinking? Are they capable of thinking at all? All their brain powers must have been spent just to remind them to breathe.

Which leads me to one point. I've never watched news programs or read the papers for the past weeks because they will only frustrate me. And it's due to infuriating reports that those who are filing Certificates of Candidacy to run as (government position) are mostly a) actors, b) has-beens in the politics, and c) members of the political dynasties, letter A being the worst candidates. I wouldn't be so much surprised if one of these would win any position they eyed after.

I heard Richard Gomez would run as governor of Bulacan, Manny Pacquiao as mayor of General Santos City I think, Lito Lapid as Makati mayor (he even transferred to Magallanes Village in Makati because those who are planning to run for a certain position must be a resident of that certain place for six months onwards - if this is inaccurate please tell me), and more on the list. Even relatives in politics get to "fight" for a position. Tessie Aquino-Oreta who is the sister of the late great Senator Ninoy Aquino wants to rerun as senator; Noynoy Aquino who is the son of FP Cory Aquino also wants to run as, uhh, senator. TAO who did the Dance of Joy during the Jose Pidal issue said that she is concerned about Noynoy something blah blah that instead of being a senatoriable he could just run for another position with the disclaimer that she's just making a suggestion. Oh come on. To quote Vilma Santos (which I have read somewhere else), "Been there, been that."

Welcome to the Philippines where we put people in office on the basis of their frequent TV guestings. Or the number of their public service ads along the streets of the Metro. Or the number of films they starred in. Or the manner on how they promote karaoke microphones with matching swaying of hips. In short, popularity politics.

If I were a registered voter, I might leave every space of the voting sheet blank.
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