LAST SUNDAY was MOTHER’S DAY. Mom was clad in “Gibo” colors and her accessories included a bright and brand new yellow Cory Phone and a bright and feeling-brand new Charlie… who was also in yellow. :) Whatever happens, I know my mom will always be my mom, no matter how Tig-A Ulo I could be.
YESTERDAY was “EXERCISE YOUR RIGHT TO VOTE” Day. The day’s eccentricities included 3 pre-partum admissions, all of whom had enough time to realize they’re in labor, go to their respective precincts, look for their names and numbers, fall in line, cast their votes, and arrive at my ER just in time for direct-to-Delivery-Room deliveries. Their babies should be named Loren, Noy-Noy and MAnny, and they’re gonna grow up into civil servants who will one day realize their fight for political positions all started at my nursery (Haha!)… or they would simply grow up and be a love triangle, which would probably be a more complicated fight.
TODAY, after the elections and after the official results have been announced, it’s still a jungle out there. There are people who take it as a personal loss when their “manok” didn’t make it in the political arena. Others don’t care. Many are bitter. Some claim sabotage. Some are sad, myself included. I’ve always been allergic to politics. What with news of voters being kidnapped on their way to their precincts and their fingers marked with indelible ink and other propaganda taking place….
This one is like a cartoon strip in my head:
“HOLDAP!”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
“WAG PO! WAG PO!”
“KAMAY SA HARAP KUNG AYAW NIYONG MASAKTAN!”
“MAAWA NA PO KAYO! WAG NIYO PO KAMING PAPATAYIN!”
“ILABAS ANG SECRET WEAPON!”
“HUWAAAAAAGGGG!!!!!!!!”
drip…drip…
…
and the getaway car speeds away leaving the victims wondering what just happened. It takes a few seconds for them to be relieved they’re still alive, a few more to notice their fingertips are BLUE (indelibly), and a whole minute for them to realize they’re been had.
Here’s me looking at the bright side:
1. No more political commercials on TV (yey!). If I have to choose between baluktot and tuwid between Going Bulilit episodes one more time, or if i hear another note of “hindi bawal mangarap” or “Loren ikaw lahaaaamanng!” or “kay BIIIHINAY gaganda ang buhay!”… I might need an anti-emetic soon.
2. Whether or not our “Manok” won or lost, the betterment of our community does NOT just lie in the hands of our politicians.
Capiznons are RESILIENT. We don’t have SM City or McDonald’s or KFC (for controversial reasons, they say), but we have so many banks in Roxas Avenue alone. We have a beautiful beach which carry much of our butt-naked childhood memories. They call us Aswangs but many out-landers fall in love with our Capizenias and find a home in our city and never want to leave. If that is what Aswang means, then I’m proud to say I have it in my blood (may gin-aswang na ko bal-an nga isa. wehehehe! No matter how much other forces pull him away, he just keeps coming back. Bleh!) So no matter how many Kapitan Sino’s would magically appear for our liberation, evil forces will always be there. But it’s never been just up to our leaders.
Shet.. I’m getting cheesy. I just read Bob Ong. hehe!
Hay….
TOMORROW is JOKER DAY. But it has to be postponed. Tomorrow, things might happen that will change everything, worse than the elections… at least for me. So brace yourself, Carla… A storm is coming again and this time, you must face it head on.
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