We have a Vice President who wants to take the bus and a President who wants to take the plane home to Davao on a daily basis.
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Never mind the bus, but I’m a bit concerned about the plane rides.
First of all, it’s bad for the environment and it’s costly.
Second, it’s bad for his health. Sorry, but I find flying very stressful. He’s not the youngest. I’m also concerned about his heart and his stomach. I do hope he’s getting good medical advice.
Why can’t the President live in Manila and just go to Davao on the weekends?
Seriously, I’m very afraid.
I get that he’s unconventional because I’m unconventional.
He doesn’t want to wear a barong, like I don’t even want to wear a gown, heels, and jewelry. Ever.
I get that he wants to start his day at 1 PM because I start my day around that time.
But I’m not the President.
Before you think I’m one of those people who want him to fail, I’m not.
Even though I didn’t vote, I wanted Duterte to win so badly. I wanted him to win because I saw our maids and drivers passionate about this election. I saw that they felt a connection with Duterte, instead of the elitist/DBF (de buena famille) candidates. They didn’t want the corrupt one either.
My heart sank when he made the rape joke. Seriously, I felt feverish for a day and had to stay in bed. I thought it was game over. But people got over it, I got over it.
I continued to see red flags like this photo of his lawyer with GMA (sans neck brace).
But I chose to sweep all of it under the rug. Mostly because the “yellowtards” were so nasty, including ABS-CBN News. They were and toxic and disgusting, I had to remove, block, mute, unfriend about 300 people online.
There were much black propaganda against Duterte, but the one that outweighed everything for me was the one saying there would be massive cheating on the LP side. For that alone, I wanted to Duterte to win.
On April 26, my husband, our friend Rhoda and I watched Andrea Bocelli at the SM Arena.
After the concert, while walking towards our car, Rhoda and I saw this vehicle, which I thought looked pretty cool, I started taking pictures of it.
When all of a sudden, this guy came out. He looked like the Piolo Pascual of Davao, with a mole on the same spot as Piolo’s face, but in a hideous, tight printed shirt.
He offered us baller bands and stickers, which Rhoda and I accepted.
“Panalo na ba tayo?” we asked the Piolo of Davao.
“Kung hindi dadayain,” he said.
“Paano kung madaya?”
“Magkakagulo,” he warned.
“Anong klaseng gulo?”
“Manggugulo ang NPA at Abu Sayyaf. Magkakadugo.”
I started shaking on the way home. Oh God, please don’t let that happened, I prayed. I’m so scared.
My family and I left for Tokyo after that and stayed until after elections.
On May 8, while my boys and I were having dinner in Roppongi, we watched a livestream of Duterte’s phenomenal miting de avance which showed everyone who really had the numbers.
But I was very afraid of some people who went onstage that night. First, Chavit Singson.
Second, the man in the gold outfit.
Third, Duterte couldn’t stop cursing and talking about killing. I watched until I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I got this message in my head:
I thought, Grace Poe is the one that makes sense, though I knew she had no chance.
What would I have done if I had voted?
Elections went peacefully, Duterte and Robredo were proclaimed today, though I wish Duterte had gone to the proclamation because we all wanted to see him.
What could he not have delayed for one day to attend this proclamation?
I’m trying to look for a prayer for the new President to help him finish his term and fulfill his promises to the people. The good promises.
I can’t wait to watch the inauguration on TV. I want to see if he will wear a barong and leather shoes. I really want him to succeed because I love our country.
If you have any good prayer to share, please leave a comment below.
But please refrain from leaving negative comments here because we’ve all suffered from election fatigue and it’s time to move on. Let’s hope for the best.