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Months ago, I received a phone call from my cousins Mariel and IC asking if I do have any interest in registering myself for the upcoming SK elections. This call made me realize I am at the right age already to exercise my right to vote as the so-called "kabataan" and a part of the "sangguniang kabataan." Ang tanda ko na pala! haha. Parang kailan lang, I was begging to my mom if I could accompany her vote for a President way back when it was FVR running as president. Anyway, nakaka-overwhelm na magkakaroon ako ng bilang sa lipunan. I was asked several times and given a number of chances to register for the elections. My cousins and my tita were convincing me to register but their business talk didn't work to me that much. After those missed opportunities, I came to a halt and made my decision not to register for the SK elections. Mariel and IC kept asking me why, I said I just don't feel like it. My tita asked me it's my lost because I might not get admitted to PLM (Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila) or UP if I don't count myself in for the elections. Still, I stood on my decision. Hindi naman sa tinatamad ako magparegister at magpakapagod just to vote, neither did the media influenced me by telling that people were crammed at the COMELEC Office. I just don't think nobody deserves my vote. Why? To tell you frankly, some of the candidates are family friends, relatives, and families, and I decided not to vote for anyone of them. Knowing their goings-on made me realize they don't deserve the recognition and etc. and somebody else deserves it. Somebody who is responsible enough to be a role model, and not just another stupid boy who had had his girlfriend pregnant at sasabihing hindi siya ang father. Somebody who is consistent in everything he/she does, not just boasting stupid achievements. Somebody who is sensitive of what others might feel, not being sensitive on what others might think of the clothes he/she wears. I am not being prejudice to any of the candidates and I don't have anything against them. I just think somebody else deserves the office.
Realization came to me; I feel sorry because I am blinded by the things my mind dictates me, but still I believe-somehow- some of them have the guts of what it takes to be of service to the youth. As what Kuya Daryl said, Everybody deserve chances, not a second chance. God gave us several chances, why can't people give chances as well?
Before, I was asked to run as an SK officer, but I decided not to run because I promised to myself not to enter "crappy politics", in any form. Buti na lang di ko naisipang ilagay sa kahit anumang application form ko for college ang public administration! hayyyy...

I PROMISE, my blog as my witness, NO TO RUN IN ANY POSITION IN THE GOVERNMENT. haha. as if. ( :

The inconvenient truth

I went to Philippine General Hospital just this afternoon to visit my aunt for she was hemorrhaging. She was confined in the psychiatric ward because she's a bipolar. I was hesitant to enter the ward because I was afraid of those people who are not so mentally healthy. My knees were trembling as I was walking the hall to my aunt's bed. My other titas warned me about these patients who were just roaming around the room and you cannot really distinguish who they are because they are not wearing gowns, not even hospital tags. So, I went on with walking and finally saw the scenario myself. First impression-still scared. I was able to meet this girl- whom I learned from my tita-who keeps asking for everything she sees. Like, when my ate brought food for my aunt, she asked her to give her the food. And I saw this thirteen-year-old girl who is suffering from schizophrenia. She approached my aunt's bed and slowly wrapped her arms around my aunt's and told her to take care. She calls my aunt "lola." She thought my aunt will be able to go back home. My aunt told her to get well soon and get back to studying. By the way, the girl had mental problems because of studying too hard. I was astounded upon knowing her story. After hearing those from my aunt, my ate told me not to be hard on studying or I might get crazy. I was expecting for gloomy and insane patients, but they seem to behave well as if they are not suffering from any psychotic disorders at all. After asking my aunt how she is I finally decided to go out to let the others visit her since they are only allowing one person per patient. I slipped out toward the door and another patient, a woman wearing a green-striped shirt, was wailing about the nurse who shooed her away from the door. She was saying things loudly like Susan Roces is her lola and she has a very good-looking husband. It was scary because she looks very angry and irritated. She is at the nurse's desk near the door and I was scared she might do something to me. So, I tried to calm down and passed the door with all the horror kept inside me.

I feel sorry for the patients and I think they don't deserve such discrimination. I feel so sorry for being so insensitive and how I wish I could help them. I felt very sorry especially for the thirteen-year-old girl. For such a young age she's suffering from a very serious sickness. She's very gently and loving, I don't think she deserves being there. Going to such place is an eye-opener to me. They deserve more than insults and laughs. That made me think of Psychiatry as an option for college.