The One-Armed Cyclist

I was traversing the length of Daangreyna, on one morning of my work-out. Alone this time and without my cycling buddies, I tried to gain little speed for more stamina. But unknowingly someone was behind me and gone beyond with greater speed. That was Meling, the one-armed cyclist, with his jersey’s left sleeve freely swinging as he broke the wind barrier, as if taunting me for more speed or …”eat my dust.”

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Teodoro: A Mistaken Pick

Now, there are two candidates for president from the Cojuangco clan. Gibo Teodoro and Noynoy Aquino are both from the Cojuangco family and now representing their political party, Lakas-Kampi-CMD and Liberal Party, respectively.


Teodoro was a mistaken pick. Although he is a bright guy, being a UP and Harvard graduate and a bar topnotch caliber, he has no record of a remarkable bill passed into law that may be attributed to his name or any accomplishment that may warrant a better performance in the public service, particularly being a congressman representing the First District of Tarlac province. It is presumed that he was appointed as Secretary of the Department of National Defense in preparation for presidency being rammed to our throat by the administration party and their sponsors. For Noynoy, being a Senator convinced by the advice of a fifth grader –as he stated during his acceptance speech on the party meeting- he should have stayed in the enclosure together with the Carmelite sisters of a provincial convent for the solemn repose of his parent’s soul. He is just like a prey in the school of sharks without their guidance. Delving into politics and be marinated on his own …para siyang maamong tupa sa harap ng nagdidingas na mga mata ng mababangis na tigre sa larangan ng politika. (he is like a meek lamb before the burning eyes of the tiger in the political wilds.)
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Only when it Rains

So, no more stretching and other work-out! I wanted to go outside but it was already raining when I woke up at six in the morning. Tropical storm “Ondoy” (international code name Ketsana) was directly crossing the whole island of the Philippines bringing more rains than wind. And it poured, particularly, in Luzon flooding Metro Manila and suburban areas.

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Pagsanjan On My Bike

We met again with my fellow bikers at Daanghari in Las Pinas City. It was a good sunny day after a week of heavy rainfall and hibernation. Cycling hobbyists were bustling on the famed bikers’ road like roasters flapping their wings and crowing with the delight of dawn and ready to challenge every length of the road. And we, while under the shade of a Tamarind tree beside Daangreyna road where we frequently take a rest and made shaggy dog stories of our youthful days, hatched another biking expedition plan. Pagsanjan on our bike!

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Brief Accounts of Presidentiables

Filipinos are easily dupe with politics. They are indulged with it and do not realize that they are always in the losing end. They give way just for pity and forget the capabilities of one who will lead them. It does not matter whether a candidate they elect can really lead but as long as he is popular and/or a relative of aggrieved or assassinated party he is assured of a sympathy vote. And they always fret when the leader they installed is incapable of instituting change. Anyway in this part of the world, the poor and uneducated who are the majority always decide the fate of the state.

 
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New Politics, New Filipinos

We have been doped by traditional politicians that there will be change every time they rose to power. Every time they set themselves to occupying the highest post, the rallying call is always change as their preferential purpose. But once they are seated, to hell with the rest, their self enrichment are their priorities. We have to be alert of their real scheme and we need to recreate as new Filipinos.

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Yes Mom, EDSA is a Failure

A score of years ago but not much was done. The promise reforms at EDSA (Epifanio delos Santos Avenue) Revolt remained undone. And the change of cultures and trends seemed flowing against the sworn advocacy.

 
In l986, millions have lined up at EDSA ready to lay their lives against the dictator’s soldiers and rampaging canons and tanks. I am one of them. Thinking that the reforms promised in a new democracy will improve the way of living of the new generation of Filipinos, I laid my future at risk and fought with flowers against smoking guns. I bet my little self for a new beginning where people can live in peace and prosperity, in exchange of the lost opportunities. So many precious lives were put in vain. Those who boldly went against the dictator’s will were summarily executed. I pity them, the change they long aspired were put in limbo by the succeeding dispensations.
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