How much lower can we get

6 billion pesos worth of shabu (poor man’s cocaine) imported from China to the Philippines. The tattoo at the back would have shortened investigations, instead it led to a number of issues, not as big, but enough to get our attention away from the shabu shipment.

Then there are the impeachment cases, that against the COMELEC chairman, that against the OMBUDSMAN, and that against the Supreme Court Chief Justice. All found to be sufficient in form and substance according to the joint house session that assessed the cases.

And there is the P1,000 Commission on Human Rights (CHR) budget for 2018.

In between, the allegations of millions, if not, billions of personal bank deposits of the First Family.  And that of Antonio Trillanes who is now infamously called Trilliling :).

Amidst the seriousness of it all, we are entertained by the comedy drama unfolding at both houses of congress – the hearings in aid of legislation and the positions our congressmen took why CHR deserves the P1,000 or even less.

As an ordinary Filipino, it is really very easy to shrug my shoulders off.  And smile. But the smile becomes a sigh. And the sigh pushes me somehow to say something. Even if I will be like a voice from out in the desert, we know it’s there but nobody wants to listen.

The irony is, I don’t even know what to say. I think , though, that my emotions are playing tricks on me. Why do I say so? Because at first I watched my country from afar laughing with a certain degree of disbelief. With a few OMGs. And then with fear.  Fear because what I see and hear are for real. No more a joke, or, I hope it still is.

I still love my country, though, some people are really making it more difficult every day. I lean on the very popular saying that goes “nothing lasts forever.” Again, what else can I say. In the meantime, I continue praying for my family back home. And nothing hurts  as well when I pray for my friends, acquaintances, former colleagues, brothers and sisters in the church, and, yes basically,  a prayer for everybody.  And in my prayers, I will also seek to answer my own question: how much lower can we get.

Simply put, I want to tell stories. I want to show you pictures from places I've been to. I want to show you the world from the eyes of a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a mother, a grandmother. From the eyes of a neighbor, a colleague, an OFW.

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