Media deception

Media sure has its way of influencing the public. And when the media is being used to deceive people, the public right to know is reduced to nothing. This elections, this became more evident.

I've been exchanging posts with a Facebook user these past days and how he defends Noynoy Aquino, even to the extent of parroting the latter's excuses regarding the Hacienda Luisita massacre and the Cojuangco family's Supreme Court's defiance to distribute the lands to the farmers.

And all the basis of his arguments which he claims to be the whole truth are simply those that came from news all over ABS-CBN, which is clearly bias of Noynoy.

It is sad when a media outfit which is supposed to be in the service of the Filipino people make use of itself to bolster the candidacy of a person they're rooting for - someone who has blood in his hands, someone who has never had the heart for the farmers who comprise 75% of the population.

But, I am hopeful that more Filipinos are more critical what they see on the news. Yep, I trust in the intelligence of the masa.

Attitude Problem

See, it will come to this point.

Angry? Think it's so cool when people around you cringe? Think you're better off than anyone else you have nothing in mind but to boast your to do's? As if you're the only thing in this world who does all the work.

Now, what happened?

No one sees it fun to be with you. That is why no one bothers. So scream. Curse. And one day, you might find yourself alone.

Some attitude, huh.

Sanity Breaks

Sanity breaks, I used to call them. Insomnia started the whole thing. At odd hours, I'd nag my housemates to take walks and most of the time, we would find ourselves at the best hang out in Vigan, which is at Herigate Village. We would walk Vigan streets, with cigarette smokes filling our lungs and balut to make up for hours of walking.

Heritage with its cobblestone streets and cozy streetlights saw us in many night and midnight walks. And how hard we laughed at things as we let the hours slip by peeping at antique stores and wooden statues.

Stories were endless and our laughter were the only thing that filled Heritage's silent streets.

And then, things got busier. We moved to different places, only seeing each other when time permits. Those night and midnight walks became less frequent.

Tonight, we revisited Heritage. And much has changed. At least, for the better. But, despite it all, the stories remain endless. But, with so much to do, we can't afford that much time to hang out together.

At ten p.m., it was time to go. Ah, all things change and in those changes, the bond only gets stronger no matter how less we get to see each other.

For one, we share the same struggles. And these are more than enough reasons to keep coming back. Heritage Village to me will always be best place for sanity breaks.

No More Reasons

Changes happen and at times, they happen fast.

It did take a while and I thought it will go on. Until I was slapped with the fact that I've already run out of reasons.

I tried to grasp for reasons for it was the only consolation I can have out of it. But, it is not right to expect that all things can turn out or that I can always force it to turn out good.

It is out of my control and finally, I live with it. There are no more reasons except for the reasons to go on.

It was forced. And nothing is left except a bit of respect for what it was. And that's all it's ever gonna be unless that, too, is lost.

And I hope it won't be because things will just run too ugly if that happens. And I don't want it - as much as possible. But, then, it's out of my control.

I am only human.

Tired

I'm tired.

Really tired.

I think it was because I was forced to send 15 messages in about 4 hours. Just imagine how I exhausted all my patience and body flexibility to manage to search for my network's signal just to send all those messages.

I could have walked for hours and still not not feel this tired.

Technology has began to burn me out. Well, in some ways. Naks, biglang bawi. hehe

Worried

I spent the whole day making worried phone calls and sending of messages, and when I finally convinced myself that the best thing I can do is to just settle for what it already is – all tomorrow’s work, I tried to keep my mind off all the worries. They were alright, I was assured.

Though, I was feeling kind of guilty for being too far to be on an immediate rescue, there was nothing I can do. No ride was available to get to anywhere at the time I received their message. And walking is not an option, not when this place reeks of bloodshed with only a handshake and P3,000 to settle it.

So, to keep my mind off the worries, I joined in the drinking spree.
I had 7 shots and of course, it’s nothing compared to what my sister had to get herself drunk. The catch? We have to put up with four hours of her nonstop blabbing. Good thing, she's finally had it after an hour of sleep. And it doesn't really make any difference, drunk or not, she seems louder by the minute. Hehe.

Nah, it’s already 12:38 and I still couldn’t sleep. I don’t know if it’s the heat or it’s just because I’m worried.

Maybe, it’s both. Either way, I’ll leave as early as I can tomorrow.

Things may not be alright but at least I’ll be there. Assurance is a big thing. I hope we can all work for it.

Come sleep. Come.