dear Country

I can't say I cared too much when news spread about the hostage taking at Quirino Grandstand. Nor will I be a hypocrite and lie that i cared about Miss Venus somebody in a beauty pageant. I am a filipino citizen, yes. But I'm also a hurt, confused individual who may or may not graduate in a c(o)urse that she mistakenly thought as "easy".

The Philippines has been under a lot of strain, as I have been, as millions of other youth in the world right now. That news about the hostage crisis, the media circus, the cringe-worthy aftermath that made us popular (or should i say,notorious) to the world, was just news at that moment, that which will then become history. What made me care about it was the way we, Filipinos, rode in the circus. We are the ones who are making fools of ourselves. What could have been conducted with dignity became a comedy show instead, with dire repercussions to our dignity as a filipino nation. This is how the world will see us now. This is how far we've gone under. This is how far we must take back of what we have lost. Rebuild and unite as a country to protect our own, to survive together, not to trample on those who have already fallen. 

Un-thankfulness

There are so many things a person should be thankful for, but when it all comes down to it, my life's un-thankfulness exceeds any thankfulness involved.

Life isn't fair, i know. But it stings when the person who should have made it less so, is the one making it all worst.

When I feel like crying, i stop because i don't want to waste them on insufferable idiots who make my life miserable. I know it's been deemed as therapeutic but to me it's just a waste of time when i could be happy instead.

So I go to where I'm happiest. My dreams, Football. My life that revolves around the world wide web.