I should’ve done it ages ago, excited na excited akong bumoto kaya I told myself once that I will register for the elections as soon as I can.
May nakakilala sakin sa City Hall kaya sinundan ako ng mag paparazzi. LOL
good thing the people were eager to help me out on the forms :)
Pero isa lang masasabi ko, too much Facebook leads to extreme procrastination. Haha!
I registered last week and I’m so relieved it didn’t take me ages to finish. Voting for the elections is a privilege for me because aside from getting the chance to choose a leader, pwede na rin akong magreklamo kapag natalo ang binoto ko.
“Ayan! Binoto boto nyo pa kasi yan! Kung si ______ lang sana binoto nyo edi mas ok!”
Haha! Kidding.
Since tomorrow is the deadline, why don’t you go register before it all comes to an end? It’s as easy as signing up to your Facebook accounts, promise.
Although hindi ko lang alam sa QC if kasing dali lang ng San Juan City. Alam nyo naman kung gaano kalaki at gaano kadami ang population ng QC.
A simple tip though, if you’re 18yo, don’t forget to bring your birth certificate as proof that you’re really 18 and not just some nuisance voter, okay? That happened to me, the election officer didn’t ask about my age (I’m 19) and thought that I was still 18 so he asked for my birth certificate. Akala ko naman requisite talaga yun for first time voters. Buti someone helped me out.
Share ko lang din tong nakakatawang pangyayari:
I was on queue for the biometrics and photo thing sa election (yung last step) when the officer interviewed the man before me.
Officer: ‘San po kayo sa Iloilo? (he was interviewing registrants while taking their biometrics scan and picture)
Man: Sa Jaro.
(Officer searches for “Jaro” on Iloilo’s list of towns and finds nothing)
Officer: Ano po’ng bayan ang Jaro?
Man: (thinks) umhh…. sa Jaro, Iloilo.
Officer: (searches for Jaro again) I mean anong bayan?
Man: umh… sa i-forgot-what-it-was Ementary School ako galing talaga. (i smirk here)
Officer: Ano po’ng bayan???
This is the time that I butt in.
Me: Umh, excuse me kuya, yung Jaro po ay nasa Ilo—-
Officer: (looks at me) Wait lang. (turns to the man) Sa’ng bayan nga po kayo sa Iloilo??
Man: sa…. Jaro nga…
Me: Excuse me kuya, yung Jaro nga po nasa Ilo—–
Officer: Wait lang, kinakausap ko pa sya.
Man: Basta nasa Jaro…Iloilo City.
Officer: Ayun! Iloilo City lang pala!
Officer: (turns to me) Ano ulit sasabihin niyo kuya?
Me: Wala, sasabihin ko sana nasa Iloilo City ang Jaro. (pfft!)
Woman after me: Ayaw mo kasi makinig.
Haha! Time is running. Register now!
P.S. This is my very 1st official blog post on this new blog and on wordpress. *fireworks!*
Whew! That was pretty tricky! I finally moved into a new home, a new world, a new blog! I’m still not used to the Wordpress World but I hope I can get used to this sooner.
bago naming cactus. :)
Anyway, I would like to thank Mr. Kurog of www.mynameiskurog.com for helping me set up this blog and patiently explained everything I had to know. Thank you very much!
Thank you din kina Kuya Ax of www.axrealm.com and Fjordz of www.hiraya.net for the useful information that they have shared. Thank you!
So, what are you staring at? Back to work! :)
There was turmoil outside the building. Hundreds, probably thousands of hungry victims came pounding the gates, desperately asking for food, for shelter, for hope. Amidst all this, Allan Francisco, sat comfortably at his humungous swivel chair, nestling his mammoth-like body. There was a burst of roaring and crying outside, yet he didn’t hear it. His iPod entertained him, turning him deaf from the commotion.
A couple of knocks at the door somewhat turned him back to his senses. His drooling eyes, gently but slightly opening into consciousness.
“Mayor, the goods had just arrived, three trucks for today.” Said the man who just came in.
“Perfect, get the people outside to line up and order them to shut the fuck up!” He ordered.
Mayor Allan, or most commonly known as Manong Allan by his constituents is considered by many as the most beloved leader this town has ever known. He won a landslide victory a few years ago against a well-experienced lawyer who had served this town for more than ten years. He was never hesitant, though, just because he had never earned a college degree or had maliciously attempted to earn one by pressuring the local college, it doesn’t mean he couldn’t be the number one. Thanks to his PR consultant, a notable executive in the industry, Manong Allan managed a home run.
He lazily tried to raise his bottom from the chair, roughly tucked his shirt inside his pants and made his way towards the door. At the back of the Town Hall was a roomy warehouse where today, several tons of relief goods from all over the country are being unloaded from the three trucks that came. More are to come later. Perfect indeed.
Jess volunteered today at the Town Hall. Although he himself was a victim of the flood, something inside him says he should help instead of asking for one.
“Good Morning Manong Allan,” he greeted the Mayor at the door.
The Mayor nodded in recognition and walks around the vast expanse of the warehouse. Jess idolized him. He is his inspiration. The Mayor, the one who started with nothing, was catapulted to power by those who love him and now, is being tested for his resilience. That’s what he liked most about Manong Allan. He never shows how weary he has become amidst all this. He stays and tries to look strong for his people.
Or so they think he is.
“Melba,” Allan called the woman busy counting the goods that are slowly flooding the warehouse floor.
“Yes, Manong?” responded Melba who nearly jumped in surprise with Allan’s high and dry voice.
“How many canned foods do we have in every bag?” He asked.
Melba opened the one she was holding, “we have at least five.” She added.
“I think we have too much in every bag. We need to re-sort them so that we could give to more people. Cut them to three canned foods apiece.” He ordered.
Melba nodded in agreement. Her Mayor thinks for the people.
Or so they think he is.
At around midnight, when all the volunteers were gone, Manong Allan, together with his most trusted men started moving the re-sorted canned goods to another warehouse at the Public Market. The warehouse was smaller than the one at the back of the Town Hall but this one, isn’t empty. There were tall cabinets, dividers and boxes all over. All of which contained more canned goods. Overnight, Manong Allan’s trusted men moved all of the re-sorted goods to his warehouse, where tomorrow, it will be tagged, priced and sold at his very own Supermarket.
Perfect. Manong Allan thought.
Two days later, the rain washed everything again. The flood rose too deep that even the tallest houses in town was fully submerged. The first deaths were recorded, even Manong Allan had to move his family to the roof as the water rose in minutes. After almost a day, the rain had stopped and the town was turned into a sea.
Manong Allan had to act according to his mandate. Thousands now pounded the gates of the nearly destroyed Town Hall. He himself needed help, his people needed him. He had to find a way. Manong Allan took his cellphone from his wallet and dialed continuously.
The phone rang and shortly afterwards, a man in a very tiny but gentle voice answered.
“Good Morning, Mr. President.” Greeted Manong Allan.
“…yes… we need rubber boats.” He agrees to the man on the other line.
“…and food too. We are totally isolated… Even I saved nothing Mr. President…”
“…five choppers… really? You would do that?” Manong Allan felt relieved.
“…yes, of course. Can you send food as well?”
“…that’d be great Mr. President. Thank you very much…”
Manong Allan is happy. At least he could get more than what he had nicked last time. More help is on the way.
About several hundred miles away, Mr. President sat blankly on his elegant swivel chair. He had just received a call from the Mayor of some 4th class municipality asking for help. He should help them, of course. He is the most beloved President of all time. Just before that call, the UN had pledged to give $20Million for calamity assistance.
$10Million will go to the victims, and the other half will go to his account. He knew they wouldn’t mind. He is the considered the best leader in Asia. The people knew he worked well.
Or so they think he is.
