I was so sleepy last night that after my dinner, I retired to bed. But before I laid, a tv ad of a presidentiable flashed in my TV screen. It left me hanging for a moment. And made me think about how competent these people who wanted the seat in Malacañan Palace, the home to the Philippine president.
So, I wrote down something in my steno pad, things that, well, matter. At least for me. Or you can take a piece of it.
I made them short because I am a man of few words. Laughing.
Gibo Teodoro -- the perfect man in the wrong hands.
Ninoy Aquino -- my father is... My mother is... My father is... My mother is... (Oh well, if not for my idols- Sen. Benigno and Pres. Corazon- i'll have my doubts).
Manny Villar -- the right man and wrongfully accused. The rich who keeps on saying he's poor.
Dick Gordon -- the man of bravery but without money.
Erap Estrada -- crucified, denied and was jailed. The resurrection.
Jamby Madrigal -- the woman who keeps on talking. And talking still.
Nic Perlas -- please talk.
Reyes -- what's his name? Oh well, he's a man of intelligence. Why not run for senator for the meantime? Sayang.
Finally, it's over. Huh? Laughing again. Next time i'd talk more.
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