People would argue that the election process is nothing but a popularity contest, and the truly deserving ones almost never win. I would respond in half-agreement, since a popularity contest is what we made of it. The concept itself, on the other hand, is a completely legit way of designating power, and it gives each voter an equal voice. Although as some our countrymen still remain blinded by catchy campaign jingles that give you LSS for weeks and empty promises proclaiming a perfect future, meaning in the practice is lost, to be replaced with the gossip of political drama.
You’d think that I would complain about how Noynoy’s victory is a result of lack of analysis, or how his term will produce nothing. You’d expect me to rant on how people couldn’t see past the “Ooh…. GMA picked Gibo, so he’s bad” issue and look at what Gibo himself can do for the country. In a minute of climatic disappointment early in the canvassing, I even remarked how Noynoy owes his victory to his parents. I even went to the point of quipping, “Some men are born great, while others have greatness thrust upon them. Noynoy Aquino was simply born.” And if I saw myself now during the pre-campaign period, even I would expect myself to hold the fishy results in this precinct as proof of Noynoy’s cheating, without even considering the possibility that the entire precinct was INC. That’s what you think.
Walking the road towards 05.10.10 as Gibo Teodoro’s supporter has been inspirational, to say the least. He gave us a hope to cling on to, a hope that leaders still exist in politics. Not just politicians. His method of effective campaigning sans mudslinging showed me the other face of politics, the one which actually works for the betterment of the nation, not the other way around. He took my blame-it-on-the-government attitude and showed me how I should be the change. Mahatma Gandhi once said, “Be the change you want to see in the world” and I now see what he meant.
Fourth place is not bad, but it definitely isn’t first. But although Sir Teodoro did not achieve the Presidency, he got what he came for. In his conceding address, one of the most beautiful, he ventured on how he ran not for himself, but for his idea. I say, he won by a landslide. He sparked a great internal revolution among the youth, the nation’s future. Because of him, I feel more than ever the urge to change the country. Our generation now sees the potential a dedicated man or woman can have to affect the nation. We realize how we are all for the same thing, no matter what color our baller bands might be.
I entrust my support to the Aquino administration as we are simply all fighting for the country’s brighter future. But even though Aquino claimed the position, I will always feel that Gibo has created the biggest and greatest impact, an impact that will span generations of leaders following his example and working solely for our country and countrymen and the protection of their value. He might not have led us directly to our bright future, but he pointed us the way.
The flight wasn’t canceled. It was only delayed.
Dear blog,
Hi. Writing to you is kinda awkward since we haven’t spoken to each other in a long while. I know I sometimes see you during moments of boredom whilst on Firefox, but I’ve never really mustered up the courage to speak to you again until now.
I don’t think I can call you my former flame yet, since we only had one real conversation. What we had was just a fling. I have to admit, though, it was pretty spectacular.
I really thought that it would work out, and that we could together build an archive to rival those of ancient civilizations. I never thought that after that one post, we would go our separate ways. I want you to know that I never had anything with other blogs after that, since in my mind, I knew I’d come back to you.
So why didn’t it stick last time? I guess I just found, and still find you a bit high-maintenance. Before I even got to writing this, I had to design a custom header, lay out all the widgets, and create suitable categories just to make my letter presentable to you. I am, however, trying to see past this, since you’re the only one who really understands me.
I hope that we could work it out and pick up where we left off, or else we would be wasting something with the potential to be amazing. To me, we were just on a break.
Cougcat
Tags: renewal, we were on a break
This is it. The first post.
Among the blogosphere (Yes, that’s what it’s called), this milestone of a post is one that sticks in readers’ minds. It will go down in history, or at least in blog archives. Often times, when a reader has nothing to do, he would check a blog. If the blog doesn’t have new post, two of the likely things that would happen are:
a) He closes the blog.
b) He decides to check the archives for something interesting.
And when people do the latter, they would normally, for some human-nature-course-of-interest-attention-drawing reason, select the first post to view. Now, realizing this, some bloggers may try to make the post as epic as possible. Short stories or poems about the blog are not ruled out. Others stick to a few lines. Simplicity can also be great, if it’s a few stunning lines. Many, though, stick to the question “Why did I decide to start blogging?”
Ok. Since everybody’s doing it, and you’re probably expecting it from me right now, I’ll answer that question myself. For starters, I have had experience in the blogosphere before. I’ve owned a blog or two in the past, and I am still maintaining a semi-inactive one at the moment. But why start a new one? Inspired by http://www.binomialtheoremsandthemeaningoflife.blogspot.com/ , a blog of a friend, I decided I needed an output for random-access creative memory. Not a blog on a single topic, or about serious events, or information on a subjects. A blog where I could just share anything I’m curious about. Where I could put anything from debates to opinions to paradoxes to realizations to random thoughts to short stories to plain awesomeness.
There. I answered it. =)
So, as the monumental first post, instead of a poem, or an article, or a profile, or a greeting…
I’ll just go with this.
Tags: first
