Archive for September 1st, 2009

Giving Way

Giving Way

An interesting remark, indeed; while many are glossing and beaming over Mar Roxas’ “big boy” decision to give way for a Noynoy Aquino run in 2010, the reality has to set in: that despite whatever nobility there is in giving way, the dynamic remains: we face another shot at a second-generation President.  The very thing some of us deride – dynastic politics – may very well be here, in the less acerbic form many of us were taught to despise in introductory political science.

We vote on faith, as many political commentators write.  While we want to justify our votes on the basis of convoluted – perhaps even contrarian and to a certain extent cacophonous – claims, voting is an act of confession.  We confess to our faith in a candidate.  There’s competence and there’s cheating, but faith is that one thing that keeps us going to the precinct come election season.  I guess that despite everything you can lob at Noynoy now, we’re pinning our hopes on the past.

Not on what happened before, but what could have happened.  That, I think, is who Noynoy Aquino would be if he chooses to be the Liberal Party’s standard bearer: a candidate of faith.

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Happy 100th, Baguio

Happy 100th, Baguio

Memories keep a city going.  Like radio station jingles.

I love to rope my cattle, ride my horses
And dust off my old black boots.
I love to see the sun when it comes up
And sings its country tune.
Where my music plays on, Magic 99.9… Baguio City.

From the mountains, I feel a bit closer to heaven.

I remember waking up to eight degree chills and hot coffee boiling on the stove.  I could still smell the scent of pine and the sunflowers blooming in our front yard.  There was nothing like that peaceful stroll, up hills and winding roads.  The sun was high up the sky, yet the cold breeze still chilled to the bones on the worst days.  The afternoon fog set in like the heavens touching the grass.  The occasional hail storm, the mild rainshowers.  Coffee, conversation, cigarettes, Counterstrike. Such was home, such was Baguio City.

It’s been a while since I’ve been back home.  I was born there, I was raised there, and I grew up there.  I always felt that back in the mountains, I was a bit closer to heaven.  I could trace the faint outlines of the mountains and hills and feel that I was in a very special place.

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