Happy New Year to all Intsik-dom! (My Chinese exchange student classmate pronounces this as Kung-Zi-Fatzeh). Last Night, a DOT sponsored program of sort was held in Quirino Grandstand. (yes, the infamously notorious DOT of the Pilipinas Kay Gandah fame). And how else to keep the pesky evil spirits but to let loose Miss-ter Jed Madela, and have him beltout those notes (yes, notes) till the eardrums of the evil spirits pop-out of its ghostly ears.
On another note, the dailies carry stories about the metal rabbit and some expert prognostications from equally expert prognosticators. I like the word prognostication. It sounds doctor-like, hence, the tinge of authority. While I do not necessarily believe in these expert prognostication by equally expert prognosticators, I guiltlessly check what is in store for me. I want to know my lucky colors and numbers and gems and pets. I want to be warned of unlucky business deals and the unfriendlies. To my subconscious, off they go.
Some stories are about two diametrically opposite forces competing for attention, but really nobody cares. One story features the brave, the patriotic, the convictions, some dedications, and ultimately her hesitations. Hesitations because she is a mother. Hesitations because once she opened the pandora's box of government transactions she has audited, all hell will break loose. She even recounted how her son has already suffered a mild heart attack; her daughter suspected that she no longer loves her family. All hell breaks loose and the shenanigans in Uniform will be out to get her and her family. Speculative, yes; but not without basis - not in this country, at least not yet. To you, Ms Mendoza who loves your country as much as you love your family goes my admiration and prayer of strength and security. If only our prayers can shield you.
And to you Mr. Rabusa who is coming into the national consciousness with unclean hands. Er, goodluck sir.
And to the Generals and the powers that be, lucky you for being at the top of the proverbial wheel. I hope I will live long enough to see our fates shift. I hope the ghost of hardship and brutality knocks on your door, and you will be surprised they are not selling any wares. They will collect vengeance and send your sorry assess to Hades.
This is mundane. I love mundane. Kung Hei Fat Choi!
