Philippine Politics

Things I Forgot to Say This Past Election

We seem to be in the midst of a post-election hangover. That means I’m lucky enough to fill in the gaps left by my previous articles.

No, Aquino isn’t an unsung hero per se:

Of course he’s not. But being underrated surely is. I previously said his missteps were overblown by the public (many were on a local scale or under other people at best) and that his achievements weren’t given proper recognition. Would you rather live in a present where the outgoing president stole a ton more money and we still remain in the dark about the underbelly of Philippine politics? Aquino started a chain reaction, and while he was miles away from a perfect president, he contributed his own share to our country.

It’s unrealistic to say Bongbong wouldn’t have done a thing for our country:

Same goes for any other candidate, even his father during Martial Law. Even then there were sectors of society that benefited. But it’s all about the overall picture. If he won he would’ve been the favorite to be the next president. The election is a critical part of our future. Risking it all just for a likeable personality or ideal is like putting our future on a spinning wheel and crying when we lose. People were holding him up on a pedestal, envisioning him as the next Ferdinand Marcos. Would you want noninclusive economic benefits like Aquino? Or lots of dead innocents who die because of sounding their opinions? What about billions in stolen money that would’ve gone into scholarship grants, feeding programs, employment opportunities and new classrooms?

Duterte made for a hugely effective mayor, and a surefire bet for change in our country:

And that goes with what I said above. Change for the sake of change is like voting for Trump because he’s brutally honest and the antidote to traditional politics. Ideals alone aren’t enough to ensure a country’s future. Of those extrajudicial killings, how many are innocents? There’s a reason there’s a process criminals go through before being imprisoned. It’s not foolproof, but a better solution than sudden killings still. How can a president that lets his temper run amok lead an entire country? There’d be chaos, or kneejerk decisions at the very least. How about us, the victims? No one was ever going to take incarceration away, and no one complained of incarceration not being enough as much before Duterte said, “Kill them all.” Imperfect as it is just like with extrajudicial killings, justice will continue to be served, maybe even for a lifetime.

Those hundreds or thousands due to die without proper investigation, many are bound to be mentally ill. Those people don’t know the truth about what they’re doing. They try to stop when it’s impossible to do. Even if they don’t, it’s the sickness that drives them. And many too won’t be close to hurting anyone. It’s murder for many, and the majority of us love that kind of thing. The majority that believed in Jesus that taught of forgiveness, patience, tolerance and understanding.

It’s about tolerance where futures can be built. It’s about saving those that look guilty but are actually victims like us. Life is too unpredictable to end a means for a better future. Better save every sliver of hope, every potential teacher, entrepreneur, programmer and inspirational speaker because honestly, our country is in a dire situation. Until we invent a means to eliminate all hope of a person contributing to society, then that’s the perfect time to discuss killing criminals.

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The Story I Started with “Iris” Ends in Different Worlds, Now on Wattpad!


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Mundo, guardian angel of the Philippine capital struggles to guide his own 8 children away from crime. Manila, a city where two worlds, the rich and the poor live alongside each other, is the backdrop as Mundo bears witness to the lives of Iñigo and Belle, a budding artist and a lost soul. Drugs, rock music, fast cars…this is a whole new world compared to Los Angeles. And even more are hiding behind their lips.

“People all over the arena floor started panicking, one by one as they bump into both of them. A police officer gets a hold of Belle, before Iñigo notices and pulls her as they run to his car. “A GTR?!” Belle panted, in disbelief. “Get in!” Outside the window, Belle peeks her head at all the ensuing chaos, unable to shield her laughter at the craziness of this particular night.”

“Next, a nearly-closed jewelry store sat on a lonely street. “Wait here…” Iñigo planned to surprise her until he noticed her shadow following him, “First impressions of you don’t last very long, do they?” They chuckle as the store owner closes up shop, signalling to each other when the lights turn off. Belle wasn’t able to contain her giggle, prompting Iñigo to give up trying to find the keys before they run for their lives.”

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What I Didn’t Tell Him, a Love Story Set After Iris is Now on Wattpad!

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It took some time before he left my side, reflecting on the past that he never had. Even guardian angels have doubts. But I let Jiro wander off and get lost in LA to enjoy his furlough. There has to be a lot on his mind. That’s why I left the other half of my story for another time. He wouldn’t have died, he would’ve lived a normal life in a cramped apartment with the love of his life. And he’d be happy as well.

Samples:

“Two twenty-somethings lay on the couch of a small Los Angeles apartment. It was a bit cramped, with boxes stacked on top of one another and belongings scattered about. But two people could fit in easily once they’ve settled in. At least the view of the city allowed for ample time to reflect. Jiro stretched whatever inch of him he could. He had a short-haired, slim-bodied girlfriend, but when she falls into a nap, she does it for hours. Still, not for a second did he stare at the reddening sun, or the streets bustling with tiny toy-looking cars and people in the distance.

His eyes were firmly on the girl sleeping on his chest as the TV played in front of them. Jiro’s lips curled into a smile, there was some drool on the corner of her mouth. If she was awake he’d tease her until they play with each other again like kids. It’s been ten years since he was cured of cancer. His mom never visited him, but he’s way past that stage. He’s happy living in a tiny apartment in the middle of LA and living a normal life for the first time. Some things never change, like his mom, or the chaos in the city. But they will soon.”

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