Songs For Mnemosyne

The Day of Reckoning has come. My beloved country will choose its development destiny for another 6 years. Later still, the machines will count VOTES THAT REFUSED TO BE BOUGHT,  and they will be GOLD - rare maybe, but shining and incorruptible. I am THANKFUL - to the torch-bearers. to the torch-passers. to those who keep fighting and paving for better and brighter tomorrows. to the heavens, for guiding another battle well-fought. "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." (Gal 6:9)

I didn't know that I could get a hug from a stranger and make a seatmate leave within at most 15 minutes of conversation inside a bus. This is not something I am proud of. Share-worthy though, in many purposeful levels. I was in a bus en route to Pacita, San Pedro last 5/4/2013 beside an old lady when a man in his 50's (probably) sat beside me. The TV was tuned to Eat Bulaga's Pinoy Henyo with students from Muntinlupa National High School trying to guess a word. I was partly skimming a book and partly watching the tv to prevent myself from dozing off when out of nowhere, the man asked me pointing to the TV: "Is that your culture? That's crazy(pronounced as kreysi)." Awkward silence and knitted brows from me. He continued, in his thick European accent, loudly and slowly, as if talking to a child: "You see, I am Education Missionary and in a mission to Las Pinas, Paranaque City here in the Philippines, I ask a child, 'What is the cap...