Goodbye Kris Aquino?

Kris Aquino haters are on it again. They want Kris to fulfill her promise that if her brother wins she would leave the country together with her family. I was shocked to find a group in facebook waiting for her despedida. And the worst part of it is that it has somehow become a "national" issue.

I suggest they just stop and let her be. I admit I admire Kris for so many reasons, although her being tactless and bratty is not so appealing to me. But let us give her a break. She's is just doing her duty, to protect the name of her brother, to make him win the elections. Wouldn't you do it for your brother if you were in her shoes?

Kris is passionate in every thing that she does. You can really tell because she delivers what is expected of her. Remember Ondoy? She helped pull in a lot of donations. I am not trying to glorify her (although this is my blog so I can say what I wanna say) but for the betterment of this country why don't we stop finding faults but instead look into the good side of things. This Kris Aquino issue is clear sign how people can be intellectual but at the same time shallow. Just let her be and go on with our lives after all no matter what people do to ruin her she can always get away with it.

My Vote Rocks

My right to vote was excercised today - for the first time. Inang Bayan will be proud of me.

What next? Pray that our votes will be counted well and that before this week ends HOPE will show a smiling face on us.

Happy 10

Back in college I would often sit by the "batibot" (UP Cebu's famous tambayan by the tree) and spend my time counting beetles. I'm referring to the vintage car, "bao" or "pagong" as we call it in our local dialect/slang. It's actually a game. They say after counting/seeing 50 red beetles you will meet the man you will end up with but he must be able to comply with the condition that was set. Mine was 50 red beetles and a guy who will give me a white rose. So teeny bopper, I know!

Hundreds of red beetles has passed, I even shifted to different colors - from red to yellow then green; but the man with the white rose never came. It was just a game after all - I consoled myself.

It has been more than a decade since and I never met him - the one with the white rose. But instead I met a guy who stole a bunch of white roses from his aunt's party and gave it to me as a present. Sooo unromantic?!? Funny but that guy has held my hands for the last 10 years, cried with me, cried for me, laughed with me and even laughed at me. He's crazy like that but he has painted my world with different colors and it made me feel that I am Rainbow Brite.

No he never brought me that white rose but he gave what I really needed. He gave me the love that was right for me. A love that made me blossomed into the person I am now.